"Are you sure you want him to take action?"

The conversation took a turn as Luo Yao asked.

Clearly, she was also worried that this move might cause the agreement between the two parties to collapse, leading to an early involvement of the Golden Core Realm.

"Please convey to Elder Luo, and trouble Elder Jiang."

Shen Wenxing glanced at Shen Wen’an and slightly bowed.

The confidence of Shen Wen’an gave him enough reassurance; this was undoubtedly the best opportunity for the Shen Family to develop, and they must seize it.

Stabilizing Zhen Nan City and Flame Lake City, once this large harvest is over, the next ten years will be the fastest growing decade for the Shen Family.

"In that case, I will take my leave first."

Luo Yao did not linger, and after bidding farewell to the three, she hurriedly left Yunshui City.

...

The hill behind the manor.

Shen Chongxuan slowly walked to a courtyard and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged woman quickly opened the courtyard door, saw Shen Chongxuan, and immediately bowed, "Young Master."

Shen Chongxuan nodded slightly and said, "Please bring Xiubai and Miss Liu here."

This courtyard was where Liu Yiran and her son lived.

According to the promise made by Hu Yufen at the time of Shen Xiubai’s birth, Liu Yiran would personally take care of him until he was three years old.

Shen Xiubai was now nearly four years old, and Shen Chongxuan was prepared to take him away to teach him properly.

Inside the courtyard, there were only Liu Yiran, her son, and some servants. As the elder brother of Shen Chongxu, he was bound by the rites of the Literary Dao and would not easily step over the threshold.

The middle-aged woman bowed again and hurriedly went inside.

A moment later, Liu Yiran appeared, leading a slightly frail child to the courtyard door.

"Greetings, Young Master."

As Liu Yiran bowed, Shen Xiubai timidly cupped his hands, "Greetings, Young Master."

"You should call me Uncle."

Shen Chongxuan looked at the little one with a somewhat complicated expression, trying to speak as gently as possible.

Hearing this, Shen Xiubai looked up at Liu Yiran.

Liu Yiran smiled softly, "Xiubai, be good, call him Uncle."

Shen Xiubai then turned around and respectfully cupped his hands, calling him Uncle.

"I will take Xiubai with me now. I will teach him to read and write, and other cultivators from the family will guide him in cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yiran’s heart sank, her eyes filled with deep reluctance as she looked at Shen Xiubai beside her.

She knew that from now on, Shen Xiubai would no longer be her child.

"Young Master, Xiubai is weak, please take extra care of him, and also..."

"You don’t need to worry about these things," Shen Chongxuan interrupted, bending down to pick up Shen Xiubai, smiling, "Xiubai, say goodbye to your Aunt Liu, Uncle will take you to study and cultivate, okay?"

Hearing this, the little one’s face showed strong interest.

But then he turned to look at Liu Yiran again.

"Will Xiubai still be able to visit Aunt Liu often in the future?"

Shen Chongxuan shook his head slightly, "Cultivation is like sailing against the current; if you do not advance, you regress."

"To become a formidable cultivator, you not only need to spend a lot of time cultivating but also need to learn the Hundred Skills of Cultivation and be well-versed in some basic cultivation knowledge, leaving very little free time."

The little one pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Then when Xiubai becomes a great cultivator, I will come back to see Aunt Liu!"

"Aunt, you must wait for Xiubai."

Liu Yiran held back her tears, nodding heavily.

Shen Chongxuan said nothing more, slowly carrying the little one down the hill.