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

Chapter 83 The Furnace is Completed, Nourishing the Bloodline

Within half a day, Yun Songzi rushed back, covered in dust, and gathered all the medicinal herbs.

Soon, a blazing fire ignited beneath the cauldron, and a pot of emerald-green medicinal liquid, exuding a rich aroma, was ready.

Meng Xihong took off his shirt, revealing his strong and well-defined upper body.

He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged beside the medicine cauldron, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, following the method of "tempering the skin" in the first level of the "Forging Body" chapter of the "Forging Furnace Classic", he began to mobilize the qi and blood of his whole body.

boom!
With just the starting stance, it was as if the blood in his entire body was instantly ignited. Under his control, it surged like angry fire dragons, frantically rushing towards every pore and every inch of his skin!
An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly engulfed his entire body.

The feeling was like millions of ants gnawing at his skin.

Meng Xihong's body trembled violently, his skin turned bright red at a visible speed, and even fine beads of blood seeped from his pores.

But he gritted his teeth, remaining absolutely clear-headed.

At this moment, his martial arts foundation played a crucial role, allowing him to precisely control the flow of every drop of qi and blood, and repeatedly refine his skin.

Yun Songzi, who was watching from the side, was terrified and wanted to interrupt several times.

But he finally endured it.

He saw that although Meng Xihong was in pain, his eyes remained firm.

An hour...

Two hours...

When Meng Xihong's entire body turned a strange dark red, like a red-hot branding iron, he finally let out a suppressed growl.

"It's now!"

With his last ounce of strength, he flipped over and leaped into the prepared medicine cauldron.

"Fuck-"

The scalding hot body was immersed in the warm medicinal liquid, producing a soft sound and sending up a large cloud of white mist.

The immense medicinal power surged into his body through every open pore, repairing his damaged muscles and replenishing his depleted energy.

The excruciating pain slowly subsided, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort and strength.

He could clearly feel that his skin was undergoing a strange transformation amidst the extreme destruction and repair.

It becomes more resilient and denser.

The first stage of the "Baking Furnace Classic" is quenching the skin.

Become!

At the very moment of success, Meng Xihong's mind jolted.

He clearly sensed that the golden mark on the family genealogy in his mind, belonging to the third son Meng Yan'an, fluctuated violently.

A body-refining essence, far purer and more powerful than ever before, rose from his body, which had just completed the "skin tempering" process. Through the mysterious bloodline connection, it crossed the void and instantly surged into the mark.

That's it!

The best way to promote the Great Dao of Body Refinement is to become the source of this Great Dao yourself.

This sudden realization struck him like a thunderclap.

Previously, he was still troubled about how to spread the martial arts technique throughout the world and how to gather the countless "golden sands" scattered among the people into a "golden torrent".

Now he understood. Everyone else was sand; he himself was the gold mine!

As long as he continues to cultivate the "Furnace Scripture" and breaks through his own limits, the body-refining essence he generates will be the most direct and pure nourishment for his son.

The nourishment from this bloodline power surpasses that of other body cultivators by a hundredfold.

Inside the medicine cauldron, Meng Xihong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with barely suppressed ecstasy.

He looked down at his body; the terrifying dark red color on his skin had faded, replaced by a warm, jade-like luster, resilient and elastic. He could feel that his skin's defenses were more than twice as strong as before.

"Kid...you..."

Yun Songzi came over, his old eyes wide open, and circled the medicine cauldron twice, as if he were looking at some rare and precious bird.

"Just now... I felt an extremely pure primordial power emanating from you, but it... didn't dissipate; it seemed to have vanished into thin air?"

Meng Xihong's heart stirred, and he stood up from the medicine cauldron, water droplets sliding down his well-defined muscles.

As he wiped his body, he casually made up a story: "Perhaps this is the gift of creating a new path. I have continued the path of the Body Refinement Great Dao, and the Great Dao has connected me with its fortune. What I have gained from cultivation not only strengthens myself, but also nourishes the Great Dao."

These words were spoken in a mysterious and enigmatic way, leaving Yun Songzi completely bewildered.

He counted on his fingers for a long time, and finally could only slap his thigh and say dejectedly, "You're a freak, a complete freak. I've been cultivating for hundreds of years and I've never seen anything like this."

Meng Xihong smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

He dressed, stretched his limbs, and felt an explosive power coursing through his body. He casually threw a punch, without using any spiritual energy, yet the force of the punch created a muffled sonic boom!

"Senior Yun, this path is viable." His voice was filled with unprecedented confidence.

"You think you can make it? You almost turned yourself into a lump of charcoal. And this is only the first level!" Yun Songzi rolled his eyes at him, annoyed.

"The subsequent flesh-refining and bone-forging processes are increasingly dangerous, do you think they're as easy as eating and drinking?"

"Now that the most dangerous hurdle has been overcome, I have mastered the key. My subsequent cultivation will naturally refine and improve upon the dangerous aspects. Only after revision and compilation will it become a truly timeless body-refining method."

Seeing his spirited appearance, Yun Songzi knew that he couldn't be persuaded, so he stopped arguing and just stroked his beard with a smile, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Young Xi Hong, the name of your cultivation technique, ‘The Furnace Scripture,’ is quite fitting. But I remember clearly that you once vowed to continue the body-refining ‘scripture’ for the human race. The difference between ‘scripture’ and ‘scripture’ is far greater.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Xihong was not angry at all. Instead, his expression became solemn, and he calmly nodded: "Senior Yun's guidance is correct."

"A masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages cannot be created in isolation or overnight. It requires countless refinements and the practice and verification of countless people to remove the dross and achieve true perfection."

He paused, then his voice became firm and powerful: "What I have created today is merely the foundation stone of this 'canon,' the first brick, the first tile."

I named it "The Classic of the Furnace," taking its name from the saying, "A tall building rises from the ground, and the great way begins in the furnace."

"This 'Furnace Manual' is the Body Tempering Chapter of that future 'Body Refining Manual'!"

Yun Songzi was stunned for a moment before she reacted. She pointed at Meng Xihong and shook her head, both amused and exasperated.

"You little rascal! So you've planned all this out. A martial arts technique hasn't even been passed down yet, and you've already planned its name and chapters. With your mind, it's a waste of your talent not to be the prime minister!"

"I have no interest in that." Meng Xihong shrugged, but the fire in his eyes burned even brighter.
Meng Xihong's gaze pierced through the secret realm, looking towards the direction of his home.

All I know is that all I need to do now is keep moving forward.

He clenched his fist, feeling the resilient strength beneath the membrane.

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