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

Chen Xuan smiled, his eyes filled with encouragement, and said, "With your background and strength, awakening the divine body phenomenon is naturally a piece of cake."

"Hahaha, that's perfect! That way, my strength will increase by a lot again." Wang Kaixuan laughed heartily, his voice full of anticipation for the future.

As new disciples who entered Xuanqing Palace together, the two had an extremely close relationship from the very beginning. Later, they went down the mountain together to participate in the God-Slaying Guard assessment and went through life-and-death trials together, which deepened their friendship even further.

During the detailed discussion, Chen Xuan also learned about the situation within the sect.

Since many senior brothers and sisters participated in the two's initiation ceremony two years ago, several senior brothers and sisters with extraordinary strength among the second generation, such as Piaoxue, Jianxin, and Qinglian, have all gone down the mountain to gain experience.

Some went to take on the God-Slaying Guard missions to hone their skills in danger; others went together to various places in Qingtian County where gods had fallen to train, hoping to achieve a breakthrough in their cultivation level in adversity.

In short, since two years ago, many senior brothers who want to participate in the Ancient Immortal Realm Road have been working hard to prepare for that one chance that might change their destiny.

"Senior brother, I'm only staying here briefly today. I'll pack up quickly and leave the sect shortly." Facing Wang Kaixuan, Chen Xuan spoke frankly without any wariness. "I came back this time to take a look around and bring back half a year's harvest from the spirit fields of Beiming Peak."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kaixuan's face showed shock, and he asked, "You're still going to carry out the God-Slaying Guard's capture mission?"

"Yes, many senior brothers and sisters are working hard for this, and I cannot slack off, especially with the Lielong Clan and Tianxuan Clan eyeing us covetously." Chen Xuan's eyes revealed determination; he was well aware of the responsibility he bore.

“But…” Wang Kaixuan wanted to persuade Chen Xuan to stay in the sect for the time being, but he stopped himself from speaking.

"Don't worry, senior brother. The two major tribes won't dare to attack me easily right now. Besides, with my current strength, I can protect myself even if I face a team of Nascent Soul Daoists." Chen Xuan's eyes shone with confidence as he spoke, a confidence in his own strength.

Seeing that Chen Xuan was determined to leave, Wang Kaixuan could only tell him to be careful while he was away, his tone full of concern.

After finishing the last jar of spirit wine, Wang Kaixuan got up to say goodbye and returned to Burial Mountain, preparing to seize the time to cultivate in seclusion and improve his strength.

After his senior brother left, Chen Xuan stood up and slowly walked into the main hall on the first floor. The hall was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if telling the story of the past.

Bai Li, meanwhile, instructed the descendants of the Five Immortals to tidy up the affairs in the courtyard, and began to carefully sort out the harvest of the hundred-mile spiritual field over the past six months. Her movements were skillful and efficient, and every detail was handled in an orderly manner.

Chen Xuan entered the quiet room and carefully took away the second primordial spirit and the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion together.

In fact, the harvest from the Hundred Mile Spirit Field can't be exchanged for much Origin Liquid. It's the Second Primordial Spirit that earns a considerable income from its year-round seclusion and cultivation, and the Dao techniques it occasionally refines and inscribes.

Less than an hour later, after Bai Li had distributed the tasks, Chen Xuan and Bai Li flew away into the distance amidst the admiring gazes of the Five Immortals' descendants. Their figures stood out conspicuously in the night sky, like two stars about to embark on a journey.

The bright moon hangs high, the stars are dazzling, and the moonlight, like a silver ribbon, gently sprinkles the earth, enveloping the mountains and rivers below in a layer of silvery light.

Chen Xuan stepped on the Jade Dragon Slash, turned around and looked at a mountain range deep in the sect. His eyes were full of longing and guilt. He murmured, "Master, your disciple is unfilial. I came back in a hurry but did not pay my respects. I will come back to pay my respects after I finish my journey on the Ancient Road of the Immortal Realm and my strength has improved."

In a seemingly ordinary courtyard deep within the sect, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with long, flowing hair stood quietly. His gaze, as deep as the stars, was fixed on a certain spot at the edge of the sect's protective formation.

As his first personally taught disciple, Immortal Qiandao naturally sensed Chen Xuan's presence the moment he returned to the sect. However, seeing that his disciple did not come to pay his respects immediately, he seemed to understand his disciple's thoughts.

He wasn't a master who was good at communicating with younger generations; he was usually taciturn, but he cared deeply about his disciples' safety. Within his power, he always silently protected his disciples, shielding them from harm.

"Perhaps when you return next time, you will have truly become a cultivator capable of standing on your own." Immortal Qiandao murmured to himself, his voice filled with anticipation and satisfaction.

As Chen Xuan left the protective array, the Thousand Immortals took a small step, and with a flash, disappeared from the spot as if they had never existed.

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