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

Chapter 86 Using Intent to Forge the Body, Initial Forging in Purgatory

At the beginning of my cultivation, everything went smoothly.

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xiang transformed into Grandmasters of Transformation Force, their control over their own Qi and blood already deeply ingrained in their bones. With a thought, their scorching Qi and blood would flow obediently to their fingertips as if guided by their own arms and fingers.

Although the He brothers, He Wu and He Wen, were a step behind, they quickly found their rhythm.

"Use your will as a hammer, and forge!" Meng Xihong's voice was deep and resonant, like a bell, and it resounded in their minds.

The four men felt a chill run down their spines. With a surge of willpower, the blood and energy gathered at their fingertips launched their first attack on their skin!
"hiss!"

Almost at the same time, four gasps of shock rang out.

Ji Beichuan's face twitched violently. He felt as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing his fingertips. The sharp pain instantly penetrated his flesh and reached his bone marrow.

"What's a little pain!" he gritted his teeth, roaring inwardly.

Back then, in order to master the hidden strength, he used his fists to pound iron sand until his hands were covered in blood and flesh, but he never uttered a sound.

He endured the excruciating pain and continued to circulate his qi and blood, striking the skin of his fingertips again and again.

However, he soon discovered that he was wrong.

This pain is completely different from being injured.

It wasn't a tearing from the outside in, but a burning and grinding from the inside out! It was as if every bit of flesh under the skin was being forcibly torn apart, crushed, and then reassembled by an invisible force.

"what……"

A muffled groan, barely suppressed, came from the side.

It is He Wu!
His honest face had turned a deep purplish-red, veins bulged on his forehead, large beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. He bit his lip hard to keep himself from crying out.

Meng Xihong glanced at him but did not say anything.

Ji Beichuan felt the excruciating pain spreading from his fingertips to his entire palm.

If just now it was only the fingertips being pricked by needles, now it's like the entire palm of my hand being placed on a red-hot iron plate and repeatedly hammered by a sledgehammer!
This is just the beginning.

As the torture spread from his fingertips to his entire palm, the pain increased exponentially. It was no longer the pricking of needles, but rather like someone was scraping his flesh raw with a dull knife, every inch of his skin screaming and trembling!
Large beads of sweat rolled down Ji Beichuan's forehead. His once-proud willpower began to falter in the face of this relentless, excruciating pain.

On the other side, Zhang Xianghua's condition wasn't much better. His body was trembling violently, his teeth were grinding, and a trace of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"No...it hurts too much...this is unbearable!" The thought of giving up uncontrollably rose from the bottom of his mind.

Just as his mind wavered, Meng Xihong's icy voice rang out again.

"Zhang Xianghua, concentrate! Do you want to remain at the Transformation Realm for your entire life, watching your wife and children grow old helplessly? Do you want those high and mighty cultivators to forever regard you as an ant and take your life at will?"

Meng Xihong's words struck Zhang Xianghua's heart like a heavy hammer.

Yes! Why did he choose this path?
Isn't it all about becoming stronger, following in the footsteps of the family head, and giving your family a more secure future?

"Ah—!" Zhang Xianghua let out a suppressed roar, his eyes blazing with renewed fire. He frantically channeled his qi and blood, training his arms even more fiercely.

In comparison, the situation was worst for the He brothers, He Wu and He Wen. He Wu was alright; he was naturally tough and had amazing endurance. Although he was in so much pain that he was grimacing and rolling on the ground, he endured it with sheer brute force.

He Wen, who was the weakest, could no longer sustain the exercise when he reached his forearms. His face turned ashen, his body was drenched in sweat, his vision blurred, and finally, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the pain.

Yun Songzi watched from the side and shook his head. He could tell at a glance that although this boy was intelligent, he was not a "rough jade" like Yan Wei who could bear the weight of great responsibilities. If he pursued the path of literature, he would ultimately be trying to catch fish by climbing a tree.

He sighed softly and instinctively reached out to help, but Meng Xihong stopped him with a raised hand.

“Senior, let him choose for himself,” Meng Xihong said calmly, his eyes unusually deep.

Yun Songzi was taken aback and transmitted his voice, "Xi Hong, this boy's body is too weak. He is not suited for body tempering. Why force him? He will only suffer in vain."

“Senior is right, he’s not cut out for body cultivation.” Meng Xihong responded with his divine sense, but his gaze never left He Wen. “But he is an excellent strategist.”

“My second son, Yanwei, is precocious and is a gifted scholar, but he is still a child and has much to learn.”

"And my Meng family, my future Tianyan Sect, needs a mind that can strategize and make perfect plans right now. But has the senior ever thought about why a wise person can only rely on wisdom?"

Meng Xihong's voice suddenly became sharp: "A mind without power, no matter how ingenious its schemes, is just a rootless duckweed that will scatter with the wind."

I don't believe in that nonsense about 'those who labor with their minds govern others.' I only believe that true wisdom lies in using wisdom to guide strength and using strength to uphold the Way!

“In the past, perhaps there was no choice. But now, the Great Dao of Body Refinement has been restored, and even a mortal body can knock on the gates of heaven! Now that this path to heaven exists, why not let him try?”

Therefore, this hellish pain was the first test I gave him.

If he can stand up on his own and walk into that medicine vat, the 'rebirth' formula I specially prepared for him will give him a starting point that is second to none.

If not… then it can only mean that his intelligence is not enough to support my ambition.”

Upon hearing this, Yun Songzi paused slightly while stroking his beard, and his gaze towards Meng Xihong became more complex.

He then realized that this kid was not only training soldiers, but also selecting true pillars of his future sect.

This examination, though seemingly cruel, was actually well-intentioned.

Then Meng Xihong walked over to He Wu and kicked him in the butt: "What are you howling about? Look at your brother!"

Meng Xihong's voice suddenly turned cold: "Do you want him to be pointed at and gossiped about behind his back as a 'sickly weakling' again because of his poor health? Do you want him to live his whole life behind you, protected by you? If you want him to stand tall, then get up and train!"

He Wu was jolted awake by the kick, and Meng Xihong's words instantly reminded him of his childhood.

He Wen, the younger brother, was frail from childhood, but he was smart and eager to learn. He was often bullied by some naughty children in the village, who would push him to the ground and call him a "pedantic scholar" and a "sickly wretch".

Every time, he would rush up with his fists, beat those people until they were black and blue, and then carry his younger brother, covered in mud, home.

He vowed from a young age to protect his smart younger brother and never let him suffer any more bullying!
A surge of blood rushed to his head.

"Practice! I'll practice!" he roared, leaping up from the ground and continuing his training with bloodshot eyes.

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