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

However, in Chen Xuan's opinion, the longsword in the man's hand was just ordinary, at most adorned with a few gems, but its value was almost nonexistent.

Chen Xuan continued walking forward, and the scene became increasingly lively.

In the bustling trading area, various vendors sat on the ground.

They would unfold a parchment, display the goods they wanted to sell and the items they needed to exchange on it, and then shout their wares to the passing crowds.

Their voices rose and fell, some high-pitched, some low, some hoarse, weaving together a unique cacophony.

Chen Xuan found this scene novel; it was even more lively than the temple fairs held in rural areas of Blue Star in his previous life.

If Chen Xuan was so anxious, the people of the four provinces within the Glazed Eight Treasures Box were even more tense and expectant. Many elderly people, seeing this, thought there was a grand spectacle ahead, but this was the Great World of Cultivation, no longer the world of Earth.

Many people from the four provinces of the mountains and rivers were deeply moved when they saw the female and male slaves being sold. They knew that the tribe was the foundation of everything. If the Longxia people established their own tribe, and one day it was destroyed by other forces, then they might also become slaves who were openly sold and had no dignity.

Chen Xuan's purpose in coming here was not to buy anything; on the contrary, the shops on the main streets of Jiangshan City would have what he needed.

The purpose of coming here is to use the glass eight-treasure box to make the people of Longxia more deeply aware of the cruelty of the lower classes in this world.

This move also subtly united the people of Longxia.

As Chen Xuan walked along the street, he discovered that in addition to selling weapons, slaves, books, various spiritual materials, fruits, and herbs, there were also some more precious items, such as spirit beasts and demon beasts.

The spirit beasts were of various shapes and sizes; some were small and exquisite, while others were mighty and tall.

A snow-white fox, with soft fur and bright eyes, nestled obediently on its owner's shoulder.

There was also a huge black eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters, sharp eyes, and a majestic presence.

Some were kept in cages woven from rattan, while others were simply bound by hemp rope, awaiting their fate of being bought.

After entering Jiangshan City, Chen Xuan discovered that many middle-aged or young people dressed in fancy clothes had the habit of keeping spirit beasts.

Although the types vary and the sizes differ, most people who wear finely cut animal hides have this habit.

After strolling through one street, Chen Xuan had no intention of continuing and instead walked into the central street.

Compared to the streets where tribal merchants bartered goods, the main streets were much cleaner and quieter.

Most of the shops here are long-established businesses. Looking at the signs, Chen Xuan quickly found a place that seemed familiar.

"talisman?"

Chen Xuan himself was proficient in the art of talismans, and seeing that there were actually talisman shops openly in Jiangshan City, he was itching to try his hand at it and decided to go in and find out more.

However, before Chen Xuan could even step into the shop, an excited voice rang out behind him.

"Brother Chen Xuan!?"

Chen Xuan stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the sound.

Beside a young man in white with a chiseled face and an extremely cold demeanor, there was a boy dressed in finely cut animal skin clothing. The boy had red lips and white teeth and looked at Chen Xuan with surprise on his face.

"I actually ran into Brother Chen Xuan in Jiangshan City."

Returning to Jiangshan City was like returning to the safest home. Jiang Ning became much more lively and greeted her benefactor Chen Xuan when he appeared. Then she said to her father, "Father, this is the benefactor who saved my life from the mouth of the strange serpent demon."

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Xuan also looked at the young man in white, who had a small bird with red feathers on his shoulder.

Upon hearing that it was his son's savior, the white-robed youth's perpetually icy expression softened slightly. He pulled Jiang Ning along and walked to Chen Xuan, first bowing respectfully.

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan for saving my son Jiang Ning's life."

Seeing this, Chen Xuan also cupped his hands in a salute and said, "It was nothing, no need to thank me."

“My name is Jiang Ming, and I have some influence in the Jiang clan. If you have any requests for help during your visit to my Jiang clan, please feel free to ask.”

Based on his son's account, Jiang Ming made some analysis and concluded that Chen Xuan was not from a large tribe under the Jiang clan, but rather a rogue cultivator from outside the Jiang clan.

He originally wanted to properly thank his son's savior, but unfortunately, the Jiang clan's territory was so vast that finding someone was too difficult, especially since the other party was also a cultivator capable of flying.

Chen Xuan laughed upon hearing this. It was truly a case of unintended consequences leading to unexpected success, a result achieved without any effort.

"In that case, Chen Xuan does indeed have a matter to trouble Fellow Daoist Jiang Ming with."

Chen Xuan and Jiang Ming were similar in temperament and style, and they also seemed to have some goodwill towards each other. Since Chen Xuan had no intention of saving Jiang Ning, Jiang Ming simply invited Chen Xuan to the inner city of Jiangshan City for a meal.