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

Chapter 164 The Curse Temporarily Subdues the Enemy, the Meng Family Reunites

When he felt solid ground beneath his feet again, Meng Xihong let out a long breath.

The familiar spiritual energy, the familiar fragrance of grass and trees—this is Yunmeng Marsh, the outer sect of Tianyan Sect.

He is back.

"Dad, we're back!" Meng Yanqing looked excitedly at the familiar scenery around her, her face full of joy at returning home.

"Yeah, he's back. It seems the kid still misses home."

Meng Xihong responded, but his gaze immediately turned to the depths of the gate, to the small courtyard that belonged to him.

His pace quickened involuntarily.

A beautiful figure had been waiting for a long time at the entrance of the courtyard.

Bai Muyun's breathing was somewhat disordered, clearly indicating that she had not slept well these past few days.

When she saw Meng Xihong, her anxiety finally eased.

But when her gaze passed over her husband's shoulder and fell upon the small figure in his arms, she froze completely.

That child, the child she had guarded day and night but who remained asleep, now... had his eyes open, eyes that had been closed for nearly four years?

A pair of dark, pure eyes, like obsidian, were quietly observing this unfamiliar world.

Bai Muyun's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

She reached out her hand, wanting to touch it, but she was afraid that everything in front of her was just an illusion, a delusion born of her lovesickness.

Meng Xihong quickened his pace and came to his wife, his voice hoarse but gentle: "Wife, I'm back."

He carefully handed Meng Yan'an, whom he was holding, to Bai Muyun.

“An’er…” Bai Muyun’s lips trembled, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Looking at the gentle woman with tears streaming down her face, Meng Yan'an felt an unparalleled sense of closeness from the depths of his blood.

He gently nuzzled his mother's arm with his little head, then opened his little mouth and let out a soft but crystal clear murmur.

"mother……"

boom!
This single word shattered all of Bai Muyun's inner strength.

She could no longer hold back, and she hugged the child tightly, burying her face in her son's swaddling clothes.

The pain, worry, and despair that had been suppressed for years were all transformed into silent tears, gushing out at this moment.

"An'er..."

Meng Xihong stood to the side, watching the mother and child embracing, and was also slightly moved.

He gently pulled his wife into his arms and whispered in her ear, "It's alright, it's all over. His Majesty used the nation's destiny as a guide to temporarily suppress the curse on An'er. We... have ten years."

ten years.

For ordinary people, it is a long time.

But for cultivators, it's just a few periods of seclusion.

But for the Meng family now, these ten years are a chance to defy fate!
"Father! Mother!"

Meng Yanqing, Meng Yanwei, and Meng Yanning also ran over and surrounded their parents.

Meng Yanqing vividly recounted to his mother what he had seen and heard in the capital, especially the shocking scene of how His Majesty the Emperor's words became law, suppressing the dark aura on his younger brother with the glorious national fortune.

Meng Yanwei looked at his younger brother, who had finally opened his eyes, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Meng Yanning, like a cheerful little bird, chirped and chirped as she approached Meng Yan'an, extending her little finger to carefully touch her younger brother's cheek, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

The family embraced tightly at the entrance of the courtyard.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long, long shadows of them.

……

At night, Meng Yan'an slept peacefully in her mother's arms.

This was the first time since his birth that he had fallen asleep with a contented smile, like a normal baby.

Bai Muyun sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her son intently, as if she wanted to make up for the four years she had missed.

Meng Xihong draped a coat over her shoulders and said softly, "Go to sleep, don't tire yourself out."

"Husband, I'm not sleepy." Bai Muyun shook her head, looked up at Meng Xihong, her eyes filled with gratitude and love, "You've worked hard."

“Silly girl, we are husband and wife.” Meng Xihong took her hand and pulled her up. “Let’s go, I’ll take care of An’er.”

After settling his wife and children in, Meng Xihong went to the courtyard.

Yun Songzi was leaning against the old locust tree, carrying a gourd of wine, looking drowsy with drunkenness. Seeing Meng Xihong approach, he merely lazily lifted his eyelids. "You're back?"

Meng Xihong sat down next to him and nodded.

"Hmm." The old Taoist priest took a swig of wine and smacked his lips. "I've been imbued with a thick layer of human dragon energy. It seems this trip to the capital wasn't in vain."

"With your alliance with the imperial court and the imperial edict, the Tianyan Sect is temporarily safe. What are your plans now?"

Meng Xihong's gaze drifted into the distance.

"Rest and recuperate, accumulate strength for future breakthroughs."

……

The next day, at the Tianyan Sect's council hall.

All core members gathered together.

When Meng Xihong announced that the curse of his third son, Meng Yan'an, had been temporarily suppressed by the Emperor of Dali with the nation's fortune, the entire hall erupted in thunderous cheers.

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua, two men who watched Meng Yan'an grow up, were so moved that their eyes reddened.

Subsequently, Meng Xihong revealed the alliance with the imperial court and the news of the upcoming establishment of the "Divine Martial Army".

"Sect Master, do you mean the imperial court is going to transfer three thousand men from the most elite Po Jun camp for us to train?" Zhao Tieshan's voice trembled with excitement.

“Not bad.” Meng Xihong nodded. “I will serve as the chief instructor of the Divine Martial Army. Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua, you two will be the deputy instructors and will train this body-refining army with me.”

"Disciples...yes!" The two responded with a roar, their faces full of fervor.

This is recognition from the imperial court! It is an unparalleled honor that allows them to truly carry forward the path of body refinement!

"He Wen".

"The disciple is here."

"Starting immediately, you will be responsible for liaising with Qingzhou Prefecture. I need you to establish a military camp around Yunmeng Marsh as quickly as possible, large enough to accommodate 5,000 people for training and living. The prefecture will provide full support in terms of resources."

"Yes!"

Meng Xihong's gaze finally landed on Bai Muyun.

"Yunniang, you'll have to work hard from now on."

Bai Muyun smiled gently: "Husband, please speak freely."

"The training of the Divine Martial Army requires ten or even a hundred times more medicinal baths than that of the Body Refining Hall. Moreover, they are battle-hardened elites whose qi and blood are far stronger than those of ordinary disciples, so 'Skin Tempering No. 1' is probably already useless."

"I need you to develop, in the shortest possible time, a series of medicinal baths based on the high-grade spiritual herbs found in the secret realm, sufficient to support the cultivation of the last six levels of the Body Tempering Chapter, and even the Tendon Changing Chapter!"

"This matter concerns the future of my Heavenly Evolution Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Muyun not only did not feel pressured, but her eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

She knew that this was the greatest trust her husband could place in her.

"Don't worry, my husband, leave this to me."

One command after another was issued clearly and decisively.

The entire Tianyan Sect once again sped up its operations.

After everyone had left, Meng Xihong walked out of the council hall alone.

He went to the back mountain, to the quiet room that belonged to Meng Yan'an.

Pushing open the door, one could see Bai Muyun holding Meng Yan'an's little hand, practicing walking step by step, with difficulty yet joy.

After four years of silence, even with the nourishment of spiritual energy, Meng Yan'an's body was still much weaker than that of a normal child.

"Cuckoo..."

Meng Yan'an let out a clear laugh.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the mother and child in warmth and tranquility.

Meng Xihong stood at the door, looking at the scene before him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

It was all worth it.

He didn't go in to disturb them; he just stood there quietly.

[Daily Divination. Today's hexagram: Minor Auspiciousness. The dragon enters shallow waters, temporarily finding peace; fortune is moderate. Suitable for: Rest and recuperation, accumulating strength for future success. Unsuitable for: Overconfidence, complacency, and negligence.]

Meng Xihong withdrew his gaze, his eyes deep.

Is this just a temporary peace?

(End of this chapter)