Compensation arrived in Baizhou City.

The token was of extraordinary grade, capable of shattering his Primordial Spirit Divine Might.

Engraved upon it were five large characters: “Xuantian Sect Direct Disciple,” lifelike.

Song Xu stood frozen, unable to recover for a long time.

The person in front of him claimed to be from the Xuantian Sect? Then his son died in vain?

Song Xu clenched his fists, his face filled with unwillingness, but finally released them helplessly.

Now, he shouldn't be thinking about his son's death, but rather how to make this Young Master happy, lest the Xuantian Sect's wrath descend upon their Ancient Immortal Sect.

Any Void Return Dao Lord from within could plunge them into eternal damnation.

Next, something that astonished everyone occurred.

Song Xu retracted his Aura, his face fawning, his tone ingratiating:

"So it was a distinguished Disciple of the Xuantian Sect. This old man was blind and failed to recognize Young Master's true face."

"Oh? Aren't you going to avenge your son? Come on! It's just that I wonder if your Ancient Immortal Sect can withstand the wrath of my Xuantian Sect!"

Song Xu was startled and quickly apologized, "It was my unfilial son who provoked Young Master. This old man apologizes to Young Master on behalf of my son, and I beg Your Excellency to spare my Ancient Immortal Sect."

After speaking, Song Xu respectfully bowed to Chen Yuan in front of all the Cultivators.

Chen Yuan's expression was indifferent, giving off a mysterious feeling.

At this moment, many gazes were filled with respect and awe.

In the distance,

"So that's it. No wonder this child, only at Golden Core Third Layer, could kill a Nascent Soul True Lord. So he's a Xuantian Sect Disciple," True Lord Yun Ling sighed.

Their Dingfeng Sect was a second-rank sect, only one word away from a first-rank, but the difference was like heaven and earth.

True Lord Yun Ling, with his Void Return Stage cultivation, would only be an inner Elder in that Xuantian Sect.

Xia Yuan sighed, her expression dim. This way, Revered Master wouldn't be able to take Black-Clothed Elder Brother as a Disciple.

True Lord Qing He's soul had been scared away, and at the same time, he felt somewhat fortunate that he hadn't actively provoked Chen Yuan.

"Hehe." Chen Yuan smiled indifferently, "Ignorance is no sin. This True Person forgives your previous disrespect;

Your son is dead, and with his death, all debts are cleared. This True Person will not implicate your Ancient Immortal Sect."

"Thank you." Song Xu bowed again, his face sincere.

He then took out an Earth Rank Flying Sword. As he did, a trace of heartache flashed across Song Xu's face, but he had no choice.

"This Flying Sword is called the bai ci sword, an Earth Rank Magical Artifact. Consider it my compensation to Young Master," Song Xu introduced.

Chen Yuan held it in his hand, examining it carefully.

The bai ci sword had a slender body, its blade emitting a cold, sharp glint. The hilt was carved from white jade, entwined with silver threads, feeling warm and smooth to the touch.

Many Loose Cultivators around showed greedy expressions upon seeing this.

Shen Ling, standing behind, looked at Chen Yuan again, her face full of adoration.

Who could ask for an Immortal Master to be treated with such respect by a Soul Transformation Great Cultivator?

Only such a man could be worthy of her. Moreover, Chen Yuan was not bad-looking, just a bit stingy and lacked some grace.

These were minor issues!

"I'll accept this bai ci sword. If you encounter any trouble you can't solve in the future, you can come to the Xuantian Sect to find me."

Chen Yuan calmly put the bai ci sword into his storage ring.

Song Xu was overjoyed to hear this. He had just connected with a Xuantian Sect Direct Disciple!

Even if it was just one favor, it could play a huge role at a critical moment, turning the tide and propping up a collapsing building.

The resentment accumulated from his son's death was swept away at this moment!

"Since there's nothing else, you may withdraw."

With that, Chen Yuan pulled the reins and headed towards the South Gate. Shen Ling followed closely behind, her gaze somewhat timid, not daring to look at Song Xu.

Song Xu respectfully stepped aside, watching Chen Yuan depart.

Just then, a figure stepped through the air and landed in front of Chen Yuan. It was none other than True Lord Qing He, the City Lord of North Land City.

"Young Master's arrival in my North Land City is a blessing for my North Land City."

"It's the City Lord!"

"The City Lord is here too." Exclamations rose from both sides.

Chen Yuan frowned and asked, "You are?"

"I am Zhuang Qinghe, the City Lord of North Land City." Zhuang Qinghe's attitude was humble as he bowed.

Chen Yuan chuckled lightly, "So it's the City Lord!"

"I was in seclusion two days ago and didn't know of Young Master's arrival. That is my fault."

"Alright, no need for pleasantries. Your son was killed by me, do you hate me?" Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked.

This sentence almost made Zhuang Qinghe cry, his face full of bitter smiles:

"That brat provoked Young Master; he deserved to die."

Originally, Chen Yuan had wanted to cut the grass by the roots! But now he thought it was completely unnecessary; this Zhuang Qinghe didn't have the guts at all.

"Your son threatened to kill me at the time. If my Revered Master were to know, hehe..." This 'hehe' was full of hidden meaning.

Zhuang Qinghe's body stiffened. The Revered Master of the person in front of him... wasn't that an Integration Supreme?

He lost all composure, knelt on the ground with a 'thump,' and words of begging for mercy burst from his mouth: "Young Master, spare my life!"

The surrounding Cultivators watched with wide eyes, utterly shocked. Their City Lord actually knelt before that brat in front of them?

Song Xu, who witnessed this scene from the side, secretly rejoiced. If he had to kneel in front of so many people, he would definitely not want to live; he'd rather die.

Chen Yuan was speechless at the sight. Truly, no discernment at all.

He calmly rubbed his index finger and thumb together.

True Lord Qing He understood, suddenly seeing the light. He quickly took out a storage ring containing a Spirit Rank Flying Sword and 150 High-Grade Spirit Stones.

These were all his worldly possessions.

Chen Yuan calmly put the storage ring into his System space, then nodded in satisfaction and pulled the reins, walking towards the South Gate.

As he passed Zhuang Qinghe, Chen Yuan patted his shoulder: "You're sensible. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can come to the Xuantian Sect to find me."

With that, he strode away.

Zhuang Qinghe's heart rejoiced. He stood up, his attitude respectful, and watched Chen Yuan depart.

Exiting the South Gate, Chen Yuan took out his cloud carriage and looked at Shen Ling, "You drive the horse."

With that, Chen Yuan jumped onto the cloud carriage, took out a Medicinal Pill, put it in his mouth, and began to Cultivate.

Shen Ling stamped her foot in anger. This man truly had no manners; how could he make a girl drive the horse?

Seeing Chen Yuan feign death, Shen Ling reluctantly sat on the cloud carriage, took the reins, and galloped towards Baizhou City.

A day later, a majestic city appeared in sight, and Chen Yuan awoke from his Cultivation.

Because he didn't need to drive the horse, he had ample time, and Chen Yuan had raised his cultivation to the Golden Core Sixth Layer Middle Stage.

Chen Yuan was still quite gentlemanly. He took the reins, put away the cloud carriage, and led the Fire Cloud Steed into the city from the North Gate.

"Miss Fortune... oh no, Miss Shen, where is your Family? This True Person will escort you there." Chen Yuan asked with a gentle smile.

Shen Ling rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Is it only money that can make you drop your aloof facade?"

During the day of driving, Shen Ling had tried to flirt with Chen Yuan, but Chen Yuan completely ignored her.

She had even sweetly called him 'Elder Brother,' but Chen Yuan had turned a deaf ear.

After all, she was one of the five great beauties of the Heavenly Maiden Sect, pursued by many Young Masters in the Far North Land. Being ignored like this had long filled her with anger.

"I'm not walking anymore, I'm tired, carry me!" Shen Ling crossed her arms, her lips pouting.

Shen Ling had been pampered since childhood, then joined the Heavenly Maiden Sect and became a True Lord's Disciple. Everything had always gone smoothly for her, so how could she endure this kind of treatment?

Chen Yuan's gentle smile instantly vanished, replaced by an icy expression.