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

Chapter 82 Testing the Law with One's Own Body, Initial Forging in the Furnace

Meng Xihong slowly stood up, his fists clenching unconsciously, his knuckles making a series of crisp cracking sounds.

He could clearly feel that the surging power within him, which had been dormant for twenty days and nights, had finally found an outlet at this moment.

The Art of Furnace Burning!
The most basic "Body Tempering Chapter" had already taken shape in his mind.

This work is divided into nine levels, each building upon the last, with each step carefully planned, aiming to forge the human body, this mortal body, into an unparalleled furnace capable of bearing immense power.

It has been tempered once, making it as tough as leather, and difficult to be damaged by ordinary swords and knives.

The double tempering process unleashes a surge of power, granting the strength to lift a thousand pounds.

Triple-forged bones, harder than steel, with the entire skeleton as smooth as mercury.

……

Upon reaching the ninth level, when one's Qi and blood return to their origin and the physical body is immaculate, one can rely solely on their physical strength to directly confront a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage. In close combat, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be a formidable opponent!
Most importantly, this technique ignores spiritual roots!

As long as you are human, as long as you have an indomitable will and the perseverance to temper yourself, you are qualified to embark on this path to heaven!

This is what Meng Xihong truly wants.

"Xihong, you succeeded?" Yun Songzi sensed that domineering aura and rushed over immediately, his face filled with shock.

"It's just an introductory chapter." Meng Xihong nodded, but a hint of madness and determination flickered in his eyes.

"But that's not enough. Techniques are ultimately just theory; I must... test them with my own body!"

No matter how perfect a theoretical deduction is, there may still be unknown flaws.

The only way is for him to become the first person to cultivate the "Furnace Sutra"!
"You're insane!" Yun Songzi exclaimed in shock.

"Although this technique has been innovated and improved by you, it is still derived from an ancient method and is extremely domineering! You have no predecessors to follow, so if something goes wrong, at best your meridians will be completely severed, and at worst you will explode and die!"

"My mind is made up." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute tone.

"Theory without practice is insufficient; true understanding requires hands-on experience. This technique was deduced by me, and only I truly understand its intricacies and dangers."

If I don't even dare to try, how can I convince others in the future, and how can I inspire people to cultivate myself?"

He paused, looked at Yun Songzi, and said sincerely, "Senior Yun, I am not being reckless. I have practiced martial arts before, and I can clearly perceive the most subtle changes in my body when the technique is activated."

Furthermore, I won't try the complete technique right away; I'll start with the most basic first step.

"Besides, with a Golden Core expert like you protecting me, even if something goes wrong, you can surely pull me back from the brink of death, right? I believe in you."

This flattery left Yun Songzi speechless for a long time. What could he say? That he wasn't confident? Where would that leave his reputation as a Golden Core cultivator?

"You...you brat!" Yun Songzi was so angry that he glared and puffed out his beard, but he couldn't do anything about Meng Xihong.

He knew that Meng Xihong was just like that; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

"Enough, enough!" Yun Songzi flicked his sleeve, and with a pained expression, took out a jade bottle from his storage bag, poured out a longan-sized, emerald-green pill that exuded a rich life force.

"This is the 'Nine Deaths Return Pill'! A holy medicine for healing, it can keep you alive in a critical moment! I only have three of these in total, you're lucky to get them. Keep them in your mouth, just in case."

Meng Xihong didn't stand on ceremony. He took the pill and put it directly under his tongue. The overflowing medicinal power alone invigorated his tired spirit.

Then Meng Xihong looked at Yun Songzi and solemnly cupped his hands, saying, "Senior Yun, I may need your help next."

"What's the deal?"

"What other tricks do you have?" Yun Songzi asked irritably.

“I need a medicinal bath,” Meng Xihong said in a deep voice. “The cultivation of the ‘Furnace Scripture’ places a great burden on the physical body. Each cultivation is like placing oneself in a furnace to be forged. One must use spiritual herbs of the corresponding grade to brew a medicinal liquid to soak oneself in, repair damage, and replenish qi and blood in order to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Otherwise, it is just courting death.”

"I need your protection. If I show any signs of losing control while I am cultivating, immediately interrupt my cultivation and throw me into the medicine cauldron!" This was his ultimate purpose in bringing Yun Songzi along.

He was risking his life, facing a near-certain death, and needed an absolutely reliable strongman as his last line of defense.

Yun Songzi looked into Meng Xihong's eyes, which were burning with flames, and remained silent for a long time.

He knew he couldn't persuade this man.

This is a madman who would risk everything for his family.

"Alright!" Yun Songzi uttered a single word heavily. "Make a list of what medicinal herbs you need. If they're in this herb garden, I'll gather them for you. If not, I'll buy them from other counties."

"Thank you very much, Senior Yun!" Meng Xihong said without being polite, and then added, "Oh right, there's still one more crucial thing I'm missing: a large cauldron for brewing medicinal baths." Meng Xihong scratched his head sheepishly.

"You little rascal... have you been eyeing this old Taoist priest for a while now?" Yun Songzi blew on his beard, reluctantly rummaging through his storage bag for a long time, and an ancient bronze medicine cauldron fell to the ground with a "clang".

The tripod has three legs and two handles, and is engraved with cloud patterns, exuding a sense of weight and age.

"Take it! This 'Little Cloud Pattern Cauldron' has been with me for over two hundred years, and I've never used it to brew such cheap medicine! Don't you dare break it!"

Meng Xihong felt a warmth in his heart, and without saying much, he simply nodded emphatically.

He turned to look at the herb garden, his gaze sweeping over the thriving medicinal herbs under Bai Muyun's meticulous care.

Ever since the day the starlight shone again during his body-refining journey, fragmented memories that didn't belong to him would often inexplicably surface in his mind. Now, something strange happened again.

When his gaze fell on the star-patterned grass, a concept of "harmonizing qi and blood, and stabilizing the muscles" naturally emerged; when he saw the calming flower, he clearly felt that it "calms the mind and relieves severe pain".

This feeling... doesn't feel like a memory, it feels more like an awakened instinct.

My memory seems a bit strange...

A moment of confusion flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed this doubt, taking it as feedback from comprehending the ancient body-refining method.

After all, nothing was more important than her son's safety at the moment. This thought had barely formed when it was completely dispelled by the impending danger and her anxiety for Yan An.

Without further thought, he took out paper and pen, and with a flick of his wrist, the pen flew across the paper, and a prescription was completed in one stroke.

The prescription not only contained several auxiliary herbs readily available in the herb garden, but also several more potent medicinal materials that could serve as the main ingredient. The entire process was smooth and effortless, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had rehearsed the prescription in his mind a thousand times over.

"Senior Yun, thank you for your trouble." He handed over the prescription.

Yun Songzi took the prescription and glanced at it. His eyebrows first rose, then relaxed. He stuffed the prescription into his sleeve and muttered, "Fortunately, these are all things that can be bought with a little running errands, so it's not too outrageous."

He glanced at Meng Xihong and sighed deeply, "Alas, what sins did I commit in my past life? At this age, instead of enjoying a peaceful retirement, I have to be your errand boy..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already far away, his voice drifting back: "Remember! You'd better reimburse me for the spirit stones later! Not a single one less!"

Meng Xihong listened to the fading, deliberately stingy mutterings and shook his head with a wry smile.

The pill under his tongue was filled with spiritual energy, constantly nourishing his depleted mind and spirit, but he did not let it dissolve.

Even Senior Yun is so reluctant to part with this pill, so its effects must be amazing. It can be used as a trump card, and should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

He carefully took out the pill, solemnly placed it in a jade bottle that had been prepared beforehand, and kept it close to his body.

He turned around, his gaze returning to the ancient bronze medicine cauldron, all the gentleness in his eyes gone, leaving only a resolute look.

The oven is ready.

What followed was a fight to the death, fueled by blood.

Let's see what kind of sharpness this mortal body can forge!
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