Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 106 A Wind Rises in Qingzhou, Undercurrents Surge

The reputation of Tianyan Sect, under the constant challenge from Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua, is sweeping across Qingzhou at a speed far exceeding Meng Xihong's expectations, centered on Tonghe County.

Qingzhou, Qinglan Sect.

As one of the top sects in southern Qingzhou, the Qinglan Sect's mountain gate is shrouded in mist and clouds year-round, with cranes calling in unison.

Inside the council hall, an elder with white hair and beard, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, was listening to a report from one of his disciples.

"...It is said that Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua, both without spiritual roots, could easily defeat a Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator with only their physical strength. Their sect, the 'Tianyan Sect,' even declared that it would reveal the first three levels of the 'Furnace Scripture' to the public..."

"absurd!"

After listening, the white-haired elder snorted coldly, interrupting his disciple.

"Mortals defying the heavens? What a pipe dream! It's nothing but sensationalist and unorthodox methods. They must have obtained some incomplete inheritance from ancient barbarian cultivators and taken the path of body refinement."

He picked up the teacup, gently blew on the steam, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"This path has long been proven to be a dead end. A few days ago, someone spread a rumor that they saw starlight paving the way, the star of body refinement shining again, and the foundation of the Great Dao being repaired."

Hmph, even if it were to be completed, it would be a barbaric method, what does it have to do with us cultivators who are favored by the heavens?

While the early stages of body refinement may seem valiant, the later stages demand increasingly higher levels of resources and mental fortitude, and the future remains uncertain, ultimately hindering one's potential for greatness.

He paused, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Pass down the order that your disciples need not pay any attention. A mere third-rate 'Tianyan Sect' can't cause any trouble."

"As for the Yunmeng Great Swamp, it borders the territory of my Qinglan Sect and Xuanfu Sect. Their choice to hold the grand ceremony there is quite meaningful. We should send people to keep an eye on them. If they behave themselves, fine. But if they dare to overstep their bounds, we should just wipe them out."

"Yes, Elder!" The disciple bowed and withdrew.

……

Qingzhou, a dark and damp underground cave.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay.

A figure shrouded in black robes sat cross-legged on an altar made of countless skulls.

A trembling black-clad monk knelt before him.

"The Heavenly Evolution Sect... the Way of Body Refinement... the 'Furnace Scripture'..."

The man in black robes listened to his subordinate's report and let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh.

"Hehehe... Interesting, really interesting. In this day and age, there are still people who dare to take the foolish path of body tempering."

"However, they did remind me. Strong blood and qi are a great tonic for my 'blood nerve'! The blood and qi of a cultivator who has successfully refined his body are probably purer than those of hundreds of ordinary people."

The man in the black robe licked his chapped lips with his scarlet tongue, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"Send the order to send 'Blood Raven' over there. Tell him I want him alive."

"I'd like to see how long this so-called 'indestructible body' can withstand my blood nerves!"

"Yes, Master!"

……

Completely different reactions are unfolding across Qingzhou.

Most respectable schools of thought disdain this, considering it a low-class and unorthodox practice, unworthy of serious consideration.

The heretical cultivators, like sharks smelling blood, regarded the body refiners of the Tianyan Sect as new and more delicious "prey".

More often, however, are the rogue cultivators, small families, and countless ordinary martial artists struggling at the bottom.

They lacked the resources of top sects and the ruthlessness of evil cultivators. All they possessed was a heart unwilling to be ordinary.

The appearance of the Tianyan Sect was like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, showing them another possibility.

In an instant, countless people flocked from all directions of Qingzhou toward the Yunmeng Great Swamp. Meanwhile, at the Tianyan Sect's secret realm...

Meng Xihong sat cross-legged, his mind immersed in a strange sensation.

He could clearly sense that in a distant place, two scorching, masculine sources of body refinement were flowing into the invisible channel between him and his third son, Meng Yan'an, like two streams.

That is the origin of Hebei North Sichuan and Zhang Xianghua.

As their reputation grew and the opponents they faced became stronger, their physical cultivation also improved rapidly in actual combat. This resulted in their primal power becoming increasingly pure.

Amidst the wave created by the two of them, Meng Xihong was pleasantly surprised to find that tiny, extremely faint traces of body-refining essence were beginning to gather from all over Qingzhou.

Although these primal forces are as faint as fireflies, when accumulated, they can become a force not to be underestimated.

"Someone... has begun to cultivate the 'Furnace Sutra' on their own!"

Meng Xihong's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.

It must have been those who heard the news but couldn't wait three months, who, through various channels, observed the battles of Ji Beichuan and others, obtained fragments of the "Furnace Scripture," and began to explore and cultivate it on their own.

This discovery left Meng Xihong with mixed feelings of joy and worry.

To his delight, his plan was even more successful than he had anticipated.

The speed at which the "Honglu Jing" spread exceeded his expectations.

The worry is that without guidance, haphazard practice can easily lead to qi deviation or leave irreparable internal injuries.

The floodwaters have been released; now, he must build a dam as quickly as possible.

With a thought, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​knowledge.

[Daily Divination, Today's Hexagram: Minor Misfortune. A single spark can start a prairie fire; fortune and misfortune are intertwined; a new path opens, but demonic thoughts secretly arise... The overall fortune is moderate; it is advisable to go with the flow, and avoid acting alone.]

Looking at the divination result, Meng Xihong slowly exhaled.

It seems the road ahead will not be peaceful.
Meng Xihong slowly opened his eyes, the lingering influence of the hexagram in his mind still present.

A single spark can start a prairie fire; fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

He could sense that as Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua continued to move forward, an invisible and enormous force was sweeping across the entire Qingzhou, centered on Tonghe County.

This momentum is the suppressed resentment and desire of millions of ordinary people.

Now, it has been completely ignited by the "Red Furnace Classic".

However, Meng Xihong frowned upon hearing the four words "demonic thoughts arise in the shadows" in the divination.

He knew very well that when a body refiner was proven to possess strength comparable to a cultivator, and their blood and qi far surpassed that of ordinary people, in the eyes of some cultivators who specialized in evil techniques, they were no longer human, but rather walking, top-tier "humanoid medicines".

"Go with the flow, and avoid being a lone tree unable to support the whole..."

Meng Xihong muttered these eight words to himself, a flash of understanding appearing in his eyes.

He got up and, without the slightest hesitation, went straight to the courtyard where Yun Songzi was.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest was lying in a rocking chair, holding a book of supernatural tales he had somehow acquired. He was reading it with great interest, his legs swinging back and forth, and he was humming a tuneless little tune.

"Senior, I have something to discuss with you." Meng Xihong got straight to the point.

"The sky is falling down?" Yun Songzi didn't even lift his eyelids. "If it's not falling down, just wait a bit. I just saw that fox demon repaying a debt of gratitude by offering herself in marriage. Tsk tsk, this scholar is quite lucky with women."

Meng Xihong's lips twitched, and he walked directly in front of him, blocking the light.

"Senior, the spark has already started a prairie fire. If we don't build a dike soon, this fire may burn us."

(End of this chapter)