And their Jiang Family's foundation in Lin'an Prefecture over the years is not clean.

"Your Jiang Family has been in Lin'an for over a hundred years, hasn't it?"

Chen Yuan asked.

Speaking of Lin'an, one must mention the Jiang Family. Although they cannot be called a noble family, they're not far from it. If someone from the family becomes a True Master in Yang Transformation, they instantly gain fame in the Jianghu.

According to the information he had gathered, the Jiang Family wielded substantial power here, deeply entrenched, involving not just the Heavenly Patrol Bureau but also people from the officialdom and Jianghu.

They've just always kept a low profile.

Jiang Xiong felt surprised once again, hesitantly saying:

"It has been quite some years."

"Don't be afraid, I'm just asking you some questions."

"As of now, it's been one hundred seventy-six years."

"How much do you know about the Nine Rivers?"

"Nine... Nine Rivers?"

Jiang Xiong was taken aback, not expecting Chen Yuan's question to change so swiftly.

"Indeed, I wish to understand it more clearly."

The Divine Pearl of the Flood Dragon shouldn't have appeared out of nowhere, and now that the opportunity has arisen, it's natural to delve into it thoroughly. Having reached the Fifth Realm, Chen Yuan began to grow curious about the secrets of the Qi Fortune altar that could guide toward opportunities.

Can it guide without Qi Fortune as well?

If so, then Chen Yuan's future would undoubtedly become smoother.

"According to what I know, the Nine Rivers..."

Under Jiang Xiong's detailed depiction, Chen Yuan came to understand the origins of the Nine Rivers, which began with a major war in the previous dynasty, leading the rivers to change course.

After several hundred years of development, they gradually evolved to what they are now.

Chen Yuan also subtly probed about any unusual occurrences in the past century in that area.

Jiang Xiong, not knowing the reason, racked his brains to recount all he had seen and heard, among which the most intriguing to Chen Yuan was a river among the nine named Qingyu River.

Around the time of Great Jin's founding, it was rumored that a serpent flood dragon transformed into a dragon, causing heaven to send down a Heavenly Tribulation, blood spilling over Qingyu River, with black clouds covering a hundred miles around.

This phenomenon lasted for an hour, before numerous Martial Artists dared to investigate, only to find nothing.

The rumor was recorded but not in detail.

It was also one of the least noticeable events among many rumored incidents Jiang Xiong mentioned.

Yet based on the direction of the guided opportunity, it caught his attention.

"Martial Artist Jiang Qing is indeed knowledgeable, I have gained some understanding of Lin'an."

Chen Yuan encouraged after the other finished speaking.

"It's my honor to be of service to you."

"Alright, it's late, Martial Artist Jiang Qing, you may return. Tomorrow is a grand celebration, be sure not to make any major mistakes."

"Yes, I understand. I bid farewell."

Jiang Xiong discreetly exhaled, bowed, and left, even helping Chen Yuan close the window before leaving.

Chen Yuan spread his Divine Thought, enveloping the entire inn, only closing his eyes slowly when he confirmed everything was safe, continuing his meditation.

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...

Silence throughout the night.

Chen Yuan spent the night in diligent practice, feeling refreshed and invigorated, the path of gradual strengthening truly exhilarating.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Even through the door, Chen Yuan's Divine Thought could clearly sense Zhang Wanshu outside.

'Creak'

The door was pushed open, and in a long green dress, graceful and virtuous, Zhang Wanshu held a tray of breakfast and walked in, smiling at Chen Yuan:

"Practiced all night, are you tired? I just bought some meat buns and soy milk for you outside. Eat while it's hot."

"Thank you, Second Sister, there's really no need to trouble yourself."

Chen Yuan sighed softly.

Having reached Yang Transformation level cultivation, he can refine the Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy present and replenish his strength, not needing food for months or even three to five years.

After condensing his Primordial Spirit, he had gradually begun to transform from mortal to immortal.

As for the Sixth Realm, Chen Yuan had asked Moluo elder, who said that after the Sixth Realm, Martial Artists completely no longer require any ordinary food, which can even be harmful.

"I've already bought it, and I can't eat all of it."

Zhang Wanshu moved a chair closer to sit.

Chen Yuan smiled and didn't refuse anymore, stepping forward to eat. If he were a regular person, marrying someone like Zhang Wanshu would naturally be considered extraordinarily fortunate.

But he is not an ordinary person.

Thinking about the things to be done in the future related to Zhang Xuan and Zhang Yantong, Chen Yuan merely shook his head silently.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Yuan and Zhang Wanshu did not go down, as today was the fifteenth of June, the liveliest day in Lin'an Prefecture. They planned to leave the inn when evening arrived.

In the inn, Zhang Wanshu did not wish to disturb Chen Yuan's cultivation, only silently resting her face in her hands and gazing curiously at him, as if there were flowers growing on his face.

Occasionally, she would unconsciously chuckle to herself.

Chen Yuan squinted at Zhang Wanshu, feeling she might be beyond saving.

She seemed utterly submerged in the sea of love.

Time flew by quickly, with increasing exuberance outside, until the hours approached evening, and the two prepared to leave the inn.

They left chatting leisurely, heading toward the Dragon Gate Crossing they visited yesterday.

Compared to yesterday, there were noticeably more people today. Everywhere were men and women headed to enjoy the scenery, some cuddling together, others keeping some distance.

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