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

Inside the grand hall of Yan City, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows. Seeing Chen Xuan's unwavering resolve, Zhan Xin suddenly grabbed a wine cup, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. The wine slid down his chin and splashed onto his clothes.

A surge of defiant spirit welled up in Zhan Xin's heart. He snorted coldly, grabbed a wine glass, and with a flick of his wrist, poured the pungent wine down his throat like a fiery line.

As the wine went down their throats, the faces of the Yan father and his two sons beamed with smiles more radiant than the blooming flowers of spring.

They urged people to drink while exchanging warm words, but the cunning glint in their eyes was like a venomous snake lurking in the night, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhan Xin knew that this act had to be convincing, but the hypocrisy of the Yan father and son disgusted her. She glanced at Chen Xuan secretly and saw that his expression was normal, but there was a hint of coldness hidden in his slightly lowered eyes.

In the end, Zhanxin gritted his teeth and suppressed his impatience, forcing a seemingly drunken smile onto his face.

Before long, Chen Xuan and Zhan Xin seemed to be bewitched by the wine, their eyes gradually becoming hazy and their bodies beginning to sway.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two of them suddenly collapsed onto the table with a "plop" and fell into a deep sleep, their breathing becoming even.

"They've fallen! I never imagined that these so-called sect disciples would be so lacking in vigilance!" Upon seeing this, Yan Gong's eyes instantly flashed with greed. Unable to suppress his inner desires any longer, he suddenly stood up, his hands trembling with excitement. "Haha, now they're all ours!" His laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, echoing in the empty hall.

"What a rare beauty, it's just a pity..." Yan Bu's gaze was fixed on Zhan Xin, and he slowly shook his head, his eyes full of covetousness and regret. His eyes were like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, just short of pouncing on it.

"Father, elder brother, let me take this woman away first. We'll crush the talisman given to us by Master tomorrow, okay?" Yan Gong said urgently, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Upon hearing this, Yan Qi's expression changed drastically, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. He shouted sternly, "Nonsense! Last time, because of your unauthorized actions, the clan's most outstanding descendant was replaced by that female cultivator, and we almost faced disaster!"

"This woman is so beautiful, how could Master not take her seriously? If Master finds out you made the first move when she wakes up, our entire Yan family will be beheaded!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Gong's face turned pale and then red. Thinking of the painful lesson he had learned last time, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resentment.

He slammed his fist on the table and gritted his teeth, saying, "Father, elder brother, we are powerful figures in our own right. Are we going to be controlled by that so-called master for the rest of our lives? I've had enough of this!"

"Hmph, enough nonsense! You two stay here and watch them. I'm going to trigger the formation left by Master." Yan Qi said, then turned and left, his back showing a hint of determination. He knew in his heart that if it weren't for his master's pills keeping him alive, he would probably have turned into a handful of dust long ago.

"Yes, Father," Yan Bu replied. Compared to Yan Gong's impulsiveness, he appeared much calmer, though a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Yan Gong's gaze lingered on Zhan Xin, like a wolf eyeing its prey, and he hesitated several times before speaking.

In the end, he stomped his foot angrily and left the hall, his departing figure seemingly carrying endless resentment.

“Freedom? Who doesn’t yearn for it?” Yan Bu sat alone in the main hall, pouring himself a drink, one cup after another. “Beauty? Who wouldn’t want to possess it? It’s a pity that what we seek is immortality. You’re just unlucky.” As he spoke, he swayed as he stood up, staggering towards Chen Xuan and Zhan Xin, his eyes filled with a complex expression.