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

Chapter 88 The Clan is Established for the First Time, Yan Qing is the Vanguard

Meng Xihong looked at the several men in front of him who had undergone a complete transformation and nodded in satisfaction.

The spark has been ignited.

Next, it's time for his real "trump card".

His gaze fell upon the east wing, where his eldest son, Meng Yanqing, had been awake all night, watching everything happening in the courtyard with his bright eyes.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Meng Yanqing's youthful yet resolute face.

Now he is nine years old, much taller and stronger than his peers, and his eyes are bright and piercing, showing a maturity beyond his years.

He saw everything that happened in the courtyard last night. The painful screams of Uncle Ji and the others, and the joy of their transformation afterward, were all deeply imprinted in his mind.

He knew that his father was doing something earth-shattering.

He, the eldest son of the Meng family, also longed to participate, share his father's burdens, and contribute to the family.

"Father." Upon seeing Meng Xihong push open the door and enter, Meng Yanqing immediately stood up straight and greeted him respectfully.

Looking at his eldest son, Meng Xihong felt both pride and a touch of reluctance.

He stepped forward, patted his son's head, and said softly, "Qing'er, did you see everything last night?"

"Yes, I saw it." Meng Yanqing nodded, her eyes shining with longing. "Dad, I want to learn too! I'm not afraid of pain!"

“I know you’re not afraid of pain.” Meng Xihong sighed, his expression becoming extremely serious. “But I have to tell you, this path is more difficult than you can imagine.”

Uncle Ji and the others are just the beginning. Your father's expectations for you will be a hundred times, a thousand times, stricter than they are for him.

Because you are my son, Meng Xihong's son, the eldest son of the Meng family, and the future senior brother of the Tianyan Sect's body-refining lineage!

"Senior Brother?" Meng Yanqing was stunned. This title was both unfamiliar to him and full of heavy weight.

“Yes, Senior Brother.” Meng Xihong squatted down to be at eye level with his son and said, word by word, “What you need to do is not only to become stronger yourself, but also to become a role model for all body-refining disciples, to lead them, to protect our home, to protect your younger brothers and sisters, especially… your third brother, Yan An.”

Mentioning Meng Yan'an, Meng Yanqing's eyes instantly dimmed.

For more than a month, he went to see his younger brother, who seemed lifeless right after birth, every day.

Seeing his mother's daily tears and his father's forced smiles masking his deep sorrow, a seed of wanting to do something for his younger brother was already planted in his young heart.

"Dad, I also want to do my part for our family." He clenched his little fist, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Good! He truly is my son!" Meng Xihong was very pleased. He pulled Meng Yanqing into the courtyard and pointed to the small wooden bucket that had been specially prepared for him.

"I'll ask you one last time, have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind!" Meng Yanqing said without the slightest hesitation.

"Then let's get started."

The father and son's body-refining tradition was devoid of sentimentality, characterized only by the most rigorous instruction and unwavering execution.

Meng Xihong explained the methods of "The Furnace Classic: Tempering the Skin" to Meng Yanqing in detail.

Meng Yanqing truly lived up to his reputation as a genius who could be associated with the "Martial Arts Foundation" entry. Meng Xihong only had to say it once before he understood it perfectly. He could even draw inferences from it and raise several detailed questions that even Meng Xihong had not thought of.

"Good lad, you have good comprehension." Meng Xihong thought to himself, but his face remained expressionless.

"Let's begin, just like them, starting with our fingertips."

Meng Yanqing took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and closed her eyes.

hum!
Almost instantly, the qi and blood in his body were mobilized, and it was several times smoother than when Ji Beichuan and the others tried it for the first time.

Under his mental guidance, streams of pure qi and blood converged precisely at his fingertips.

"Refining!"

Meng Xihong's voice rang out.

Meng Yanqing launched an attack without hesitation!
"Well!"

A muffled groan escaped from his clenched teeth.

A sharp pain shot through him, and his face instantly turned bright red, with veins bulging on his forehead.

But unlike He Wu, he didn't roll on the ground in despair, nor did he waver like Zhang Xianghua. He simply gritted his teeth, his small body trembling slightly, yet he maintained his cross-legged posture, repeatedly tempering his skin with his qi and blood.

Meng Xihong stood to the side, hands behind his back, expressionless, but his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were already clenched into fists.

Feeling distressed?
Of course he'd be heartbroken! This is his own son!
But he couldn't show it. A doting mother often spoils her son, while a strict father produces outstanding students.

He wanted to make Meng Yanqing understand that to gain great power, one must pay a price that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Time passed quickly, and Meng Yanqing's progress was astonishingly fast.

Ji Beichuan and his team spent an entire night completing the skin tempering process, while Meng Yanqing finished it in less than three hours.

At this moment, the [Martial Arts Foundation] demonstrated an unparalleled advantage.

This not only gave him a far greater understanding of the techniques than ordinary people, but also made his body's adaptability and recovery ability to the tempering of qi and blood reach a terrifying level.

When the last inch of skin was tempered, Meng Yanqing almost immediately collapsed to the ground, but he didn't even have the strength to catch his breath, he just greedily inhaled the air.

Meng Xihong quickly stepped forward, poured the prepared medicine into a small wooden bucket, then picked up his son and gently placed him into the bucket.

Shila-

The warm medicine made a soft sound when it came into contact with Meng Yanqing's burning skin.

Meng Yanqing let out a long sigh of relief, all her fatigue and pain melting away at that moment with the warm medicinal power.

At that moment, the golden family genealogy in Meng Xihong's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently.

He clearly felt that a body-refining source power, more than ten times purer and stronger than that of Ji Beichuan and others when they broke through last night, rose from Meng Yanqing's body and then flowed continuously into Meng Yan'an's body in the inner room through that mysterious golden mark.

Meng Xihong immediately diverted a sliver of his attention to probe into the inner room.

He "saw" that the pure primordial power, like a sweet stream, flowed into Meng Yan'an's nearly parched body.

The eerie black rune between Meng Yan'an's eyebrows seemed to have encountered its nemesis, and began to flicker violently.

A wisp of golden energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, bypassed the runes' blockade and quietly merged into Meng Yan'an's limbs and bones, nourishing his faint life force.

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

Although extremely faint, Meng Xihong detected it clearly.

"It works! It really works!" Meng Xihong was overjoyed.

He confirmed his suspicions!
The more people who cultivate the "Furnace Scripture" and the stronger they are, the faster An'er will recover.

His eldest son, Meng Yanqing, was a close relative of Yan An, just like himself, and was a crucial link in the chain!
Meng Xihong suppressed his excitement and looked at his son, who was recovering in the medicine tub, his eyes filled with pride.

He stepped forward, lifted Meng Yanqing out of the wooden tub, dried his body, and changed him into clean clothes.

"Qing'er, how are you feeling?"

"Dad, I feel... full of power!" Meng Yanqing clenched her little fist and said excitedly.

His skin now had a healthy, jade-like sheen, even more noticeable than Ji Beichuan's.

“Very good.” Meng Xihong nodded and called over Ji Beichuan and the other three who were training their strength in the courtyard.

In front of everyone, Meng Xihong placed his hand on Meng Yanqing's shoulder and announced in a deep voice:

"From this day forward, Meng Yanqing will be the first senior brother of the Body Refining Hall of my Tianyan Sect!"
From now on, you will be fellow disciples and brothers. You should take Yan Qing as your role model, cultivate diligently, and work together to help our Heavenly Evolution Sect become a force to be reckoned with!

Ji Beichuan and the other three were taken aback at first, but then they looked at the young man in front of them, whose eyes showed a determination beyond his years, and recalled his terrifying cultivation speed. They no longer had any objections.

They all clasped their hands in greeting to Meng Yanqing, bowed deeply, and their voices were as loud as bells:
"We are waiting to meet the eldest brother."

Meng Yanqing's face turned serious, and imitating her father, she solemnly returned the greeting to her four uncle-like junior brothers.

At this moment, the prototype of the Tianyan Sect's body-refining lineage was officially established.

Meng Xihong's gaze had already turned to a more distant place.

With body cultivators and cultivation techniques in place, the next crucial step is logistical support.

He looked towards the inner courtyard, where his wife, Bai Muyun, a "wise and capable helper" who possessed the inscription of immortal bones and was proficient in pharmacology, would be an indispensable part of this grand plan.

(End of this chapter)