System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Of course, it's also possible that these men are not cultivators at all, and are completely ignorant of the basic techniques of cultivators, unable to see the intricacies involved.

When Chen Xuan saw the burly man reach out to take the spirit stone, he calmly put it back, still wearing a gentle smile, and said, "Giving you the spirit stone is no problem, but there is a price to pay for it."

Chen Xuan's voice was unhurried, yet it seemed to possess an irresistible psychological suggestion and magic.

"The price?" Everyone was stunned, clearly not expecting such a turn of events.

"Stop talking nonsense, give it to me!" a burly man with an impatient temper couldn't help but shout, his eyes filled with excited desire.

"Wait!" The burly man quickly stopped the crowd. He frowned, looked at Chen Xuan, and quickly reviewed his so-called "professional code" in his mind. After taking a deep breath, he suppressed his excitement and asked, "What's the price?"

"I'm here to ask you, is there any rumor in this area that there is a powerful being whose strength is comparable to that of an immortal, or any information about him?" Chen Xuan's eyes sharpened instantly, as if he could see through everything.

The reason he kept these burly men around was twofold: firstly, although they robbed people on the road, they didn't have any foul aura surrounding them, either because they hadn't been tainted by too much blood, or because their robbery methods mainly involved intimidation and threats.

"An immortal?" The crowd looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"Brother, could this kid be talking about that immortal from three years ago?" a sharp-eyed man suddenly said.

“Yes, we all saw that immortal descend upon Yancheng. The city lord of Yancheng personally greeted him. Afterwards, we heard that in order to welcome that flying immortal, Yancheng Lord Yan Bu actually offered his daughter to the immortal.” Another man recalled.

“This young couple must be the son and daughter of some tribe, seeking immortality and wanting to become disciples.” Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and soon they reached a conclusion.

However, when they turned around, they found that Chen Xuan and Zhan Xin had disappeared.

"Where is he?" Everyone looked astonished, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Where are two such big people?" Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

Just as the group of burly men were stunned and felt their brains couldn't process what was happening, suddenly, two streaks of light streaked across the distant horizon, heading directly towards Yancheng.

"Brother, it's...it's an immortal!" a burly man cried out in terror.

"Two immortals!" The crowd's voices were filled with fear and regret.

"We actually robbed an immortal?" Everyone was as if waking from a dream, and they all collapsed to the ground in fright, as if their spines had been removed.

"Ouch, something's poking my butt!" A rather thin man reached down and touched his bottom, where two spirit stones radiating rich spiritual energy came into view. His eyes widened instantly, his expression first showing surprise, then turning into one of wild joy.

High in the sky, a gentle breeze caressed her face. Zhan Xin said to Chen Xuan with some displeasure, "Why did you let them go? They robbed people on the road, and countless people have died at their hands." Her voice carried a hint of anger, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction with these villains.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "For some mortals to encounter cultivators is already a blessing from their past lives. Moreover, we have also obtained information about a cultivator from the surrounding area. The city lord of Yancheng took the initiative to welcome them and even offered his daughter afterward, so this outsider is very likely the Heavenly Dao True Person who fled here."

"Hmph." Zhan Xin didn't pursue the matter further after hearing Chen Xuan's words. If it were up to her personality, these men from the animal skin tribe would have been dead countless times by now.

"Lord Yancheng?" Chen Xuan looked down at the city that was growing larger in his field of vision and murmured to himself. His eyes showed a hint of contemplation, as if he was piecing together various clues in his mind.

Having obtained the information, Chen Xuan no longer had any intention of investigating further.

He swept a wave of spiritual energy over from dozens of miles away.

Just a few breaths later, Chen Xuan saw three men with the aura of the Foundation Establishment Realm fly out from the core building of the city below. Two of the men were middle-aged, while the last one was an old man with white hair and beard.

"I was unaware of your arrival, fellow Daoists. Please forgive my lack of hospitality." The elderly man at the head of the group appeared old, but his vitality was abundant. He took the initiative to be friendly to Chen Xuan, an outsider cultivator. Although he was all smiles and his voice was full of enthusiasm, there was a hint of vigilance in the depths of his eyes.

As soon as the three of them flew into the sky, Chen Xuan frowned slightly.

While some fighting and killing among the local overlords was common, it was extremely unusual for a cultivator who had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm to be burdened with turbid energy. He became secretly wary, but his face remained expressionless.

Not wanting to alert the enemy, Chen Xuan and his companion suppressed their auras to the level of the Foundation Establishment Realm as they flew closer.

When cultivators of the same realm meet, they naturally exchange pleasantries.

"I apologize for disturbing you," Chen Xuan said, cupping his hands in greeting to the white-haired elder who was leading the group of three. "My sister and I went down the mountain to train and slay powerful demons in the wilderness in search of a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, we stumbled upon this place by accident." His tone was humble and polite, leaving no room for doubt.

"Oh? May I ask which sect you two fellow Daoists come from?" The elder in the lead had a relatively normal gaze, but the two middle-aged men behind him kept glancing at Zhan Xin's delicate body, their eyes revealing a hint of malicious greed.

"Oh, it's just a small sect called Wushan Sword Sect, with no more than a hundred disciples." Chen Xuan didn't mince words, revealing his true identity directly. He knew that this was in line with the identity of a simple cultivator who had just entered the immortal sect and descended the mountain for training.

"Haha, easy, easy. Our Yanshan area is sparsely populated, and there are even fewer cultivators. My cultivation level has been slow to break through, and I have thought about going out to gain experience and discuss the Dao with other cultivators."

As the old man spoke, he shook his head slightly and sighed, a regretful expression on his face. "It's a pity that I'm old and frail, and I haven't been able to realize this wish for so long. But today, by chance, I've met two disciples of Wushan. Come, let's go to my Yancheng for a chat, and I'll host a banquet in your honor." His words were full of enthusiasm, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan naturally looked troubled, as if he were somewhat wary.

It's important to know that high-level hunters usually appear as prey.

If Chen Xuan had agreed without hesitation and entered the other party's lair, the three of them would have been on guard. However, this natural display of vigilance would have directly dispelled their suspicions.

Seeing this, the other two middle-aged men quickly chimed in, "Although we occupy a place, this place is barren and the spiritual energy is scarce. Although we were fortunate enough to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, we are only at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm."

They talked back and forth, as if they were putting on a charade, trying to dispel Chen Xuan's concerns.

Chen Xuan turned to look at Zhan Xin, who seemed to be discussing it telepathically. In the end, the brother and sister reached a consensus and nodded in agreement.

Chen Xuan appeared reluctant on the surface, but he had already made his plans in mind.

Although the three disguised themselves well, little did they know that the triumphant and sinister smiles that appeared in their eyes the moment they turned around were completely detected by Chen Xuan and Zhan Xin's divine senses.

Chen Xuan and Zhan Xin exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding clear: a good show was just beginning.