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

Chapter 107 Danger at the Restaurant
Meng Xihong omitted the interpretation of the divination, and simply explained the impending danger to Yun Songzi as his own worry.

Yun Songzi reluctantly put down the book "The Charming Fox Fairy's Nightly Repayment of the Scholar's Kindness" and glanced at Meng Xihong.

"Isn't this what you wanted? A single spark can start a prairie fire, how magnificent! Now that the fire's raging, you're scared?"

“I’m not afraid,” Meng Xihong shook his head, his expression calm. “But once the fire starts, those who come by the smell won’t just be looking for warmth; there will also be those who want to take advantage of the fire and burn the people warming themselves by the fire as firewood.”

Yun Songzi stroked his beard and chuckled, "In this world, there is never a shortage of jackals who pounce on the smell of blood."

Your "Furnace Sutra" may seem like a supreme path to enlightenment to mortals, but to those evil and heretical sects, it is nothing more than an inexhaustible treasure trove of flesh and blood.

"You little rascal, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest this time." The old Taoist said this, but there was no blame in his tone. Instead, it revealed an excitement that made people want to watch the show.

“Therefore, I need your help, senior.” Meng Xihong said frankly, “One tree cannot support the whole forest. The Tianyan Sect is still just a seedling and cannot withstand great storms.”

"Tell me, you little fox, what mischievous idea are you plotting now?" Yun Songzi had a "I knew it" look on her face.

Meng Xihong held up three fingers.

"First, we must accelerate the planning and preparations for the Yunmeng Great Marsh. Three months is too long, and there are too many variables. We must prepare in advance, and even bring forward the opening ceremony!"

"Secondly, we must contact Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua immediately and inform them of the potential danger. They are too conspicuous now."

“Third,” Meng Xihong paused, a resolute glint in his eyes, “Now that the fire has already started, rather than letting it spread recklessly, we might as well add fuel to the fire and draw a path for it!”

Yun Songzi raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What do you mean?"

"Compile the complete mental techniques of the Body Forging Chapter of the 'Furnace Classic,' along with the accompanying breathing methods and simple medicinal bath formulas, into a book, print it on a large scale, and actively distribute it!"

"What?" Yun Songzi almost jumped up from his rocking chair, his mustache bristling. "Are you crazy? You already made a huge fuss by saying you'd only announce the first three levels, and now you want to give them away for free? What's the difference between this and opening your own granary and letting outsiders take whatever they want?"

“Of course there is a difference.” Meng Xihong’s eyes were deep. “What we send out is rice bran, fish bait. The real rice that can fill people’s stomachs, the fragrant bait that can catch dragons in rivers and seas, is still firmly in our own hands.”

“We publish the mental techniques and breathing methods to teach them ‘how’ to train their bodies, but what truly determines efficiency and the upper limit is ‘what’ to use to train the body. That’s the key.”

He paused, then continued, "We will only publish the most basic and safest recipe for the accompanying medicinal bath. It can be prepared with common herbs such as iron bone grass and blood-activating vine. This recipe has negligible effects; it won't kill you, but expecting to make rapid progress with it is nothing short of wishful thinking. This is what I mean by 'rice bran'."

"Besides, does Senior really think I've done nothing but consolidate my realm in these three years? The Body Forging Chapter is merely the foundational text of the Furnace Classic."

I have already deduced the sixth level of the subsequent "Yi Jin Pian".

Anyone in the world who thinks they can cross the Body Tempering Realm and enter the Tendon Changing Realm with just a little 'rice bran' is simply delusional. Their only path is to come to my Heavenly Evolution Sect and seek the true scriptures!

This act, seemingly a gesture of benevolence, actually achieves three goals at once.

By becoming the first to create this world, we have essentially nailed the starting point of most body cultivators firmly to the system of our Heavenly Evolution Sect. In the future, if they want to go further, they will have no choice but to rely on us.

The world will not see this scheme; they will only see the magnanimity and benevolence of my Tianyan Sect, and people's hearts will naturally turn to us.

All of this ultimately serves one purpose: to allow them to generate their first faint trace of body-refining essence. A single spark can start a prairie fire! All these countless sources of essence converge, representing An'er's life force!

"In the end, the secret formulas that can truly turn decay into magic, such as 'Skin Tempering No. 1' and 'Flesh Refining No. 2' made with spiritual plants and herbs, and even higher-level formulas, will be personally controlled by Mu Yun."

That's the rice that can truly fill people's stomachs, that's our "bait." And for those body cultivators who have practiced our techniques and want to advance further, they can't avoid our Heavenly Evolution Sect!

Yun Songzi listened in a daze, and after a long while, he smacked his lips.

"You little rascal, is your brain filled with abacus beads? You can calculate the advantages and disadvantages of seven or eight moves ahead after just one move."

"This isn't establishing a new school, it's creating an unprecedented monopoly on body cultivation! Alright, this old Taoist priest is convinced." He stood up and dusted off his Taoist robe.

"I agree to this. The task of copying the cultivation technique will be handled by He Wen; he's quick-witted. As for contacting Ji Beichuan and the others..."

"Senior, have you forgotten the communication jade slip?" A glint of light flashed in Meng Xihong's eyes.

……

Half a month later, in Nanyang County, Qingzhou.

This place is more prosperous than Tonghe County, and its martial arts culture is even stronger. In a private room of a restaurant facing the street, Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua were sitting by the window. The food and wine on the table were untouched. Both of them looked somewhat tired, but their eyes were exceptionally bright as they kept an eye on the traffic and people below.

Since the battle in Tonghe County, they marched south and conquered two more counties. The reputation of the Tianyan Sect had been established, but the process was far from smooth.

"Old Zhang" Ji Beichuan rubbed his aching chest, where a shallow fist mark remained on the inner shell of the black tortoise.

"Damn it, this is no life for a human being! That old bastard from the previous 'Heavenly Martial Sect,' I couldn't beat him openly, but he dared to use poison needles in such a despicable way behind my back!"

"If it weren't for the inner armor bestowed by the sect leader, I would have lost my life there. I've certainly made a name for myself, but it's attracted nothing but wolves and tigers—it's incredibly troublesome."

"The sect leader's grand plan must be carried out no matter how difficult it is." Zhang Xianghua poured himself a glass of wine, his voice steady.

“Old Ji, the more this is the case, the more it proves that we are on the right path. Those lofty immortal sects don’t even regard mortals as human beings. Along the way, we are slapping them in the face and shaking their very foundation.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Beichuan's expression changed slightly. He reached into his robe and pulled out a warm, smooth jade slip.

The jade slip was slightly warm, and a flash of spiritual light appeared on its surface.

He focused his mind on it, and after a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

After reading the message, Ji Beichuan's expression instantly became extremely solemn.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xianghua came over.

Ji Beichuan whispered, "The sect leader sent a message saying that some evil cultivators may be targeting us, and we must be extremely careful and not let our guard down."

Zhang Xianghua felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing wariness in each other's eyes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Who?" Ji Beichuan asked in a deep voice.

A hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Gentlemen, I've brought you some newly brewed 'Daughter's Red' wine."

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua exchanged a glance; they hadn't ordered any "Daughter's Red" wine at all.

Ji Beichuan slowly stood up, his right hand already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

He walked step by step to the door and suddenly flung it open.

There was no one outside the door!
There was only a thin figure dressed as a waiter, with his back to them, slowly walking towards the stairwell.

The figure walked very slowly, and its silhouette looked somewhat eerie in the dimly lit stairwell.

Wherever he went, even the noise of the surrounding drinkers seemed to be sucked away, becoming oppressive and dull.

"Stop!" Zhang Xianghua shouted in a low voice.

The figure paused, then slowly turned around.

It was a face devoid of color, but its eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Jie Jie..."

He let out a strange laugh, stuck out his scarlet tongue, and licked his lips.

"The best blood and qi are truly... a great tonic!"

Sensing the sudden tension in their muscles and the aura of killing intent that gathered abruptly, his smile widened even further, and he even tilted his neck in a sickly manner, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

"I only wanted to check out the goods, but I didn't expect you two fat sheep to be so wary."

"Fine, saves me some trouble." He cracked his knuckles, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
"Then... obediently become a supplement to my blood nerves!"

(End of this chapter)