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

Within that ancient immortal path, clouds and mist surged, spiritual energy flowed freely like a tangible stream, and the roars of rare and exotic beasts faintly echoed from afar.

Bai Qianhuan, the next Holy Son of the Heartless Holy Land, with his elegant figure and flowing robes, should have been leisurely seeking unparalleled opportunities here, but instead suffered this setback.

He was actually defeated head-on by a cultivator of the same level. Even more astonishingly, he lost the precious Holy Qilin bloodline that he had been tracking and scheming for a long time.

This devastating defeat was like a heavy blow to Bai Qianhuan's heart; how could she possibly accept it?

The group of cultivators who temporarily followed him and swore allegiance to him were even more shocked and dumbfounded.

At this moment, Chen Xuan led the group of people from Qilin City, their spiritual energy surging like a turbulent wave, as they flew directly towards them.

The first-class Myriad Manifestations Realm cultivators behind Bai Qianhuan all had solemn expressions, their eyes like unsheathed sharp blades, staring intently at Zeng Niu, this peerless prodigy who seemed to have emerged from the darkness.

The morale of the army had begun to crumble, and how could Bai Qianhuan not sense this situation?

However, compared to that, the current situation forces him to take it even more seriously.

The path he cultivated would never allow him to be defeated in a contest between equals, especially since his opponent was someone who had previously been unknown.

Bai Qianhuan slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on the sheathed ancient sword on her back. The sword was simple and unadorned, its sheath covered with mysterious runes that seemed to have a life of their own, faintly shimmering with light.

"Could it be that, after just one trip to the secret realm, before even seeing the Enlightenment Tree, someone is already forcing me to draw my sword?" Bai Qianhuan pondered to himself, his voice low and tinged with resentment.

Bai Qianhuan felt incredibly uncertain and indecisive when faced with the powerful Qilin City crowd.

But how can we just stand by and watch the people of Qilin City easily take away the treasures that have been passed down here, after we have paid such a heavy price?

Of course, the people from Qilin City were not having an easy time either.

At this moment, Chen Xuan led the cultivators, steadily advancing towards Bai Qianhuan. However, facing the renowned Little Saint Bai Qianhuan, everyone was on edge, no one dared to be the slightest bit careless, and their fear was palpable.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Xuan was surrounded by spiritual energy, like an invisible shield, as he flew slowly.

His calm eyes, like a deep, cold pool, were fixed on Bai Qianhuan, who also had a calm expression. At the same time, he used his divine sense to transmit his voice to Lin Yuqiong, Lin Yuyao and the others beside him, saying, "Bai Qianhuan, leave him to me. I will stop him."

Chen Xuan paused briefly, then continued, "Deal with the remaining enemies quickly. Also, remember, during this battle, I represent not my original Great World, but Qilin City. Keep this firmly in mind; if anyone dares to reveal my true identity, hmph..."

For Chen Xuan, this action was simply an act of itching to hone his skills, wanting to find a powerful opponent like the Holy Son to spar with, and incidentally seize the opportunity to gain some good fortune.

If the people of Qilin City dare to use tricks in secret, Chen Xuan wouldn't mind transforming into another Bai Qianhuan that they would fear.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, in just ten breaths, my sister and I, working together, will surely wipe out that rabble." Upon hearing this, Lin Yuqiong was overjoyed. She hadn't expected Chen Xuan to be so confident in holding Bai Qianhuan back; this undoubtedly greatly increased the chances of victory for Qilin City.

"You, you better not be boasting, otherwise..." Lin Yuyao still had an arrogant look on her face, but couldn't help but expose him now. This was mostly because she still harbored resentment over Chen Xuan spanking her before.

“Junior sister, you must not be disrespectful to your benefactor. If it weren’t for his help, you would have been in dire straits long ago.” Master Hongchen frowned, his eyes filled with reproach, as he looked at Lin Yuyao.