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

After bidding farewell to his master, Chen Xuan rushed anxiously toward the sect's Daoist Scripture Hall.

He was thousands of meters in the air, facing the rising sun and bathed in the gentle breeze, feeling exceptionally relaxed and carefree.

Today's visit to my master was incredibly rewarding. I not only witnessed firsthand the wondrous process of many great principles merging into the Great Principle of the Sword, but I was also fortunate enough to receive my master's signature technique, the "Minor Thousand Sword Formation."

Although Senior Brother Jianxin was favored by his master, he was not a direct disciple and only learned the Sixfold Sword Formation. As a direct disciple, I not only received the complete inheritance, but also received my master's careful guidance and valuable insights.

These insights are all the detours and mistakes that Master made during his own cultivation. Even if it costs merit points and source liquid, it would be difficult to buy them. Now, however, Master has imparted them to him without reservation. How could Chen Xuan not remember this kindness?

If one were to figure out any piece of experience on their own, it would probably take several years or even decades to complete the journey of spiritual practice.

Before long, Chen Xuan landed without any hindrance in front of the main gate of the Daoist Hall.

The two white-bearded elders guarding this place are both top experts of Xuanqing Palace. The fact that Chen Xuan has become a disciple of Master Qiandao has already been widely known among the disciples.

"Chen Xuan greets the two seniors." Chen Xuan bowed respectfully. Because his master held a highly respected position in the sect, equivalent to an ancestor, Chen Xuan's status also rose accordingly.

He knew in his heart that if he were a disciple of the Primordial Spirit Daoist, he would have to address these two as his senior uncles and master. However, since his master's status was extraordinary, it was not appropriate to address him that way. Therefore, he regarded himself as a junior and respectfully addressed them as "seniors".

Upon hearing this address, the two guardians nodded slightly, and one of them said softly, "Go." Immediately afterward, the heavy doors of the Daoist Hall slowly opened, and Chen Xuan bowed again before quickly stepping inside.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Chen Xuan hurriedly left carrying three hundred simplified versions of various sword techniques, piled high in his arms.

"Exchange all of these, and these as well," Chen Xuan said. The guardian was secretly amazed by the display of power. Fortunately, they were all sword techniques and classic texts, not rare or high-level supernatural abilities or secret arts.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right back," one of the guardians said, turning and going inside.

"Thank you for your trouble, senior," Chen Xuan replied.

Before long, Chen Xuan successfully obtained the inheritance of these three hundred books on various sword techniques and sword manuals.

An elderly master looked at him and earnestly advised, "Nephew, most of these sword techniques are only at the upper part of the Earth or Heaven ranks, but in the small sects of Qingtian City, they can be regarded as the sect's treasured sword manuals. You must be careful and not reveal even a trace of them."

“Yes, if even a trace is leaked, Heaven will show no mercy and will surely eliminate you,” another person chimed in.

Chen Xuan smiled and nodded, "This disciple will remember your teachings." After saying this, he bid farewell to the two protectors, pushed his flight speed to the limit, and returned to Beiming Peak in less than ten minutes.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and found that Bai Li was still in seclusion, so he did not disturb her and turned around to walk straight into the quiet room.

Chen Xuan's main body and second primordial spirit are almost identical in every way except that one cannot cultivate the Divine Demon Body Refining Technique.

At this moment, the second primordial spirit strolled over, and the two sat cross-legged, flipping through and memorizing the three hundred books of sword-making inheritance.

Half an hour later, Chen Xuan personally burned all the sword manuals he had exchanged.

Then, the two exchanged a glance, and the second primordial spirit returned to another room in the quiet room.

"The Lesser Thousand Swords Formation was created by my master. It contains extremely profound secrets of the formation and the essence of sword control. In the end, the one who casts the formation still needs to use the way of the sword to fight against powerful enemies."

Before each period of seclusion, Chen Xuan would always summarize his experiences. “With my current understanding of the Dao of Formations, swords and formations are not difficult problems,” he murmured. “My master also said that although I have extraordinary talent, I have only been cultivating for more than twenty years, and my accumulation of various sword techniques is still too thin.”

Chen Xuan quickly sorted out his thoughts: "Then I'll first study these three hundred sword dao inheritances, and then comprehend and cultivate the Lesser Thousand Sword Formation." Having made his plan, he quickly adjusted his state of mind.

After going through a series of events, including the Dao discussion at the Hall of Enlightenment, the initiation ceremony, visits from senior disciples, and seeking enlightenment from his master, Chen Xuan was finally able to devote himself fully to cultivation during this seclusion. Everyone in the sect, including Bai Li, knew that this seclusion would likely last for a long time.

Time flies, spring comes and autumn goes. About ten thousand miles away from Qushan, there is a mountain range that stretches across the land. At this moment, a group of nine men in black are standing here, gazing into the distance towards Qushan.

"After receiving our orders and leaving Qingtian City, we concealed our presence and identities, disguised ourselves as ordinary rogue cultivators, and traveled over mountains and through the night for several months before finally arriving at this remote and desolate place."

The leader was Yin Yi, the personal guard of Qing Tian Xiao Lou. The other eight men and women, whose strength was at the mid-to-late stage of the Myriad Manifestations Realm, were all death servants belonging to the Qing Tian Xiao Lou's Dao soldier guard sequence.

"Yes, I really don't understand why you made this arrangement, young master. We have a much faster way to travel. If we were to fly at full speed in a warship, we could cover this distance in two months at most," someone couldn't help but complain.

"Stop talking nonsense! Since the young master has given such an order, he must have his reasons. We should just follow his orders," Yin Yi scolded.

"Yes, brother," the others replied.

"We were just saying it casually, don't be angry, brother," someone quickly tried to smooth things over.

Yin Yi glanced at everyone helplessly and waved his hand: "Rest here. We'll be entering Qushan territory soon."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Yin Yi looked at his brothers with whom he had spent hundreds of years and solemnly instructed them: "This operation is of great importance, and you all know the consequences."

The other eight nodded, their expressions serious. Despite their usual ease and laughter, in the presence of their master, Qingtian Xiaolou, the slightest mishap would mean certain death.

"Although Young Master Chen Xuan came from an indigenous tribe, he swept aside a group of third-generation and second-generation prodigies in the number one sect in Qingtian County, the Nine Heavens Profound Purity Palace, with his own talent."

When Yin Yi spoke of Chen Xuan's achievements, his eyes were filled with disbelief. "Young Master has mentioned many times that Young Master Chen Xuan is very likely to become the little princess's husband in the future. Such a monstrous talent was encountered by Young Master before he even rose to prominence, and the relationship has developed to this extent."

Yin Yi paused briefly, his eyes turning cold and sharp: "Therefore, you must be extremely careful in this operation. If you mess it up, even I will not be able to plead for you."

"Yes!"

"We will keep it in mind!" everyone said in unison.

As everyone's expressions grew increasingly somber, Yin Yi waved his hand. Whoosh—a warship, not particularly luxurious or imposing, instantly appeared in mid-air.

"Let's go!" Yin Yi took the lead and landed on the deck of the warship. The other eight people also turned into streaks of light and followed.

When they left Qingtian City, they dared not use their flying magic treasures, for fear of being targeted by those with ulterior motives. Now, this place is a million miles away from Qingtian City, located in an extremely remote part of Qingtian County. Moreover, this time they came to the native tribes under their jurisdiction on behalf of the feudal lords, so they could not be too shabby.

This Earth-rank warship was piloted by eight Myriad Manifestations Realm cultivators in shifts, maintaining its speed at its peak at all times.

In just one or two hours, we arrived at the area closest to the border of Qushan, which was once the habitat of the Ruan clan, one of the four overlords of Qushan.