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

Chen Xuan smiled and repeated softly, "Trust."

“I’ve always kept in mind the words you left behind before you turned the tide and ended that great battle. In the past two years, dozens of my confidants have joined the Longxia tribe and become members of the Longxia tribe’s cultivator army.” Jiang Ming explained casually, worried that Chen Xuan might overthink things. “Of course, I also got the approval of the Longxia patriarch for this.”

Chen Xuan nodded and smiled at Jiang Ming, saying, "After two years of joining, do you now have a deep understanding of my Longxia clan?"

At this point, Jiang Ming could only smile wryly and shake his head. The two looked at each other silently and chuckled softly. Clearly, without needing to say more, Chen Xuan understood Jiang Ming's intentions and plans.

“Each time we exchanged messages via Feixin, it deeply moved me.” Jiang Ming looked at Chen Xuan and said, “It’s unimaginable, unbelievable that so many surnames and clans could live in harmony without fighting, helping each other like one big family.”

Chen Xuan looked at Jiang Ming, but only chuckled and remained silent.

"Therefore, I have decided that the core city of the Jiang clan must be relocated to the Zelin Sea area. We will allow the two clans to gradually and slowly integrate before I announce it, so that the Jiang clan can accept it."

Chen Xuan nodded, his gaze giving his approval.

“Go ahead and do it. I, the Longxia Clan Chief, can not only lead 1.4 billion people, but also stand tall in that area surrounded by wild beasts and ensure that the people are well-fed and watered.”

The conversation between Chen Xuan and Jiang Ming was clearly concealed. Yao Xue could roughly guess some of it, but not completely. Jiang Ning was completely bewildered, but at this moment, he dared not ask any questions. He was only deeply moved by his father's words—to reveal the core inheritance of the Jiang family to the Longxia clan.

Jiang Ming and Chen Xuan drank and chatted amongst themselves, during which Chen Xuan casually inquired about their recent whereabouts. Although Jiang Ming had previously left Qushan to gain experience elsewhere, his limited resources and strength prevented him from reaching the capital cities of the feudal lords in this region.

Fortunately, during his numerous alliances with various independent cultivators on his adventures, Jiang Ming also gleaned a great deal of information from their conversations.

For example, the currency among orthodox cultivators is Origin Liquid and Spirit Liquid; and many sects, major religions, and tribes within the territory of the feudal capitals and Qingtian County publicly recruit disciples on the eighteenth day of the first month of each of the three years...

Chen Xuan listened attentively, and by the time it ended, it was already late at night.

"Haha, now I have a general idea." Chen Xuan was very happy to get the information he wanted.

"It's a million miles away, and there are many dangerous places along the way to block your way. Brother Chen Xuan, you must be careful on this journey." Jiang Ming looked at Chen Xuan solemnly and said, "While you are away, you must be wary of the great demons entrenched in the Great Swamp Wilderness, and you must be even more cautious of other wandering cultivators. Never easily reveal your true feelings to anyone, or you will be plotted against by others."

"Also, when you are out in the world, you must always maintain your peak combat strength. If you encounter a dangerous place and you cannot pass through it alone, then wait in place for a few days until enough scattered cultivators from various places gather and make a vow to the Heavenly Dao together before you can cross it together."

Chen Xuan knew that these were valuable experiences summarized by Jiang Ming after years of training outside, and nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for the pointers. I'll remember them."

Looking at Chen Xuan, Jiang Ming felt as if he were seeing himself again on the day he left Qushan with trepidation. Fortunately, Chen Xuan not only possessed unfathomable strength but also cautiously sought his guidance.

With this information, he believed that Chen Xuan would not suffer as much as he had in the past, going through numerous life-or-death ordeals.

"Take care. If you enter the immortal sect and achieve success in your studies, don't forget to come back, and we brothers will drink and reminisce together again!"

Chen Xuan looked at Jiang Ming with concern and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "I will naturally return after I have achieved success in my studies."

Seeing that Chen Xuan was already saying goodbye to his father, the younger Jiang Ning could no longer contain her longing. She ran over in a few steps, looking at Chen Xuan with eager eyes, and said, "Uncle, Ning'er, Ning'er... wants to..."

"Shut up." However, before Jiang Ning could finish speaking, Jiang Ming interrupted him with a rebuke.

"When do you, a junior, have the right to interrupt when your elders are talking?"

Chen Xuan gestured for Jiang Ming to calm down, then looked down at Jiang Ning, who looked aggrieved, and patted his head with a smile, saying, "Becoming a disciple is a major event. Even I have to leave my hometown and go through hardships to become a disciple and seek the path to immortality. How can I spare the energy to teach you?"

“But, Uncle Chen Xuan… Ning’er, Ning’er…” Jiang Ning couldn’t help but shed tears when she heard this. “I want to become stronger. I don’t want to wait until the tribe is in crisis again, be sent away by the elder, and leave my father, mother and the tribe to live alone.”

Jiang Ming originally wanted to get angry and reprimand his son, but after hearing his son's heartfelt words, he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

Chen Xuan knew without asking what had happened within the Jiang clan during the war, and nodded with a smile: "Becoming a disciple depends on fate. If fate brings us together in the future, we may become master and disciple."

Chen Xuan smiled as he spoke, and with a flick of his wrist, he presented Jiang Ning with a sword formation consisting of six crimson flying swords.

"This sword formation is a high-grade human-level formation. The six flying swords all originate from the same source and are of the fire attribute, which is perfect for your Crimson Fire Dao. Consider it an early gift from me to help you reach the Foundation Establishment stage."

Chen Xuan had crafted a total of twenty sets of similar flying sword formations originating from the same source, eighteen of which were left in the Longxia tribe. His plan was to give one set to Bai Li and sell the other later. Seeing such high-end items, all originating from the same source and crafted by the same person, immediately surprised Jiang Ming and Yao Xue, who were both knowledgeable, and they quickly rejected the idea.

"Brother Chen Xuan, you mustn't! Even the Jiang family couldn't assemble such a sword formation. My son is only at the Innate Realm; he can't be like this..."

"Uncle, you should put away this flying sword formation. The value of this sword formation is probably worth more than a hundred taels of Origin Liquid. We can't let you spend so much money."

The couple both remembered Chen Xuan's great kindness.

If it weren't for Chen Xuan, Yao Xue would have died long ago, her life force waning. And if Chen Xuan hadn't intervened, Qushan might have already changed hands. Both were upright individuals, both wanting to help Chen Xuan and Longxia as much as possible, slowly repaying their debts of gratitude.

They all tried to stop Chen Xuan from giving his son a precious treasure.

Although her parents' scolding was stern, causing Jiang Ning to retract her outstretched hand, she couldn't help but like and yearn for the flying sword array magic weapon right before her eyes.

Seeing Jiang Ming and his wife like this, Chen Xuan smiled and waved his hand: "This is a gift I, as their uncle, am giving to my nephew before I leave, so that he can break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm in the future. What's wrong with that?"

"Ning'er, do you like this flying sword magic weapon?"

Chen Xuan looked down at Jiang Ning with a smile and asked.

"I love it, I love it... I've never seen such an exquisitely designed flying sword before!"