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

Chapter 96 Preparations before Building the Foundation
The word "get lost" came out of Yun Songzi's mouth lightly, without the slightest hint of sarcasm.

But to the five members of the Black Fiend Sect, this single word contained the judgment of supreme laws.

boom!
Elder Fang felt an invisible yet invincible force crashing into his soul and foundation.

The spiritual energy within his body instantly went berserk, like ten thousand wild horses breaking free of their reins, raging wildly through his not-so-wide meridians.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood, mixed with shattered internal organs, gushed out of his mouth.

His foundation was violently shaken open by this single word, causing countless cracks to appear.

His cultivation level plummeted from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining in an instant, and his foundation was completely destroyed, leaving him with no possibility of ever returning to the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime.

This is more painful than killing him!

The four Qi Refining stage cultivators met an even more tragic end.

A series of crackling sounds rang out as the dantian (energy center) of all four people exploded simultaneously.

All the magical power he had painstakingly cultivated was instantly drained away, leaving him a useless person even worse than an ordinary person.

"Ah~ My cultivation! My dantian!"

"No!"

A piercing scream echoed through the night sky.

Yun Songzi didn't even raise an eyebrow. He showed no pity for these evil cultivators who harbored malicious intentions and wanted to wipe out their entire families.

If it weren't for the fact that Meng Xihong had just established his sect and it was inappropriate for him to commit further killings, these five people would already be five cold corpses by now.

"Aren't you going to get lost? Do you want me to ask you to leave?"

Yun Songzi's voice rang out again, this time carrying an undisguised killing intent.

Elder Fang was terrified upon hearing this.

He dared not utter another word. Enduring the excruciating pain of his shattered Dao Foundation, he scrambled to his feet and lifted up his four fellow disciples, who had already become cripples. He then summoned a tattered flying artifact and, like a stray dog, fled in panic towards the distant horizon without looking back.

Watching their disappearing figures, Yun Songzi snorted coldly, and with a flick of his body, returned to the valley.

Meng Xihong immediately came forward and asked, "Brother, is it resolved?"

"Just a bunch of flies who don't know their own mortality." Yun Songzi waved his hand, appearing nonchalant, but Meng Xihong still keenly noticed that his aura was slightly weaker than before.

Clearly, the continuous alchemy and the forceful use of the Golden Core's power had taken a toll on him.

Meng Xihong was grateful and silently kept this kindness in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled a white fur ball out of his sleeve and casually tossed it to Meng Xihong: "Here, this is the only bit of profit we managed to squeeze out of those money-giving boys. I think our sect is newly established and needs a lucky charm, this little thing is just right."

Meng Xihong caught it instinctively, and when he opened his palm, he saw that it was a rat the size of a fist, with snow-white fur all over its body except for a red spot between its eyebrows.

Its bright, black bean-like eyes were alertly scanning its surroundings.

"Senior, what is this?"

“Treasure-hunting Rat,” Yun Songzi said lazily. “Don’t underestimate this little thing. It’s born with the ability to sense spiritual energy and treasures. Once it’s tamed, it’s a master at finding minerals and treasures. I just gave it a name, Golden Bean.”

Before he could finish speaking, the treasure-hunting rat named "Golden Bean" suddenly twitched its nose, its black bean eyes instantly brightened, and it stared intently at the jade bottle containing the Foundation Establishment Pill that Meng Xihong was holding tightly, making urgent "squeak" sounds, trying to break free from his grasp and rush straight for the jade bottle.

"Hey, this little guy knows his stuff." Yun Songzi chuckled.

Meng Xihong's heart stirred, and he picked up the little guy, having made up his mind.

"Senior, I am deeply grateful and cannot express my thanks." He bowed deeply to Yun Songzi.

"Alright, alright, there's no need for such formalities between us," Yun Songzi said with a smile as she helped him up.

"I am now the Supreme Elder of your Tianyan Sect. The stronger you are as the Sect Master, the more honorable I am as an elder, right?"

He paused, his expression turning serious again: "The pill is ready. Now it's up to you. Go, find a completely safe place, and go into seclusion to cultivate your foundation. As for the sect's affairs, I'll keep an eye on things; there won't be any trouble."

"it is good."

Meng Xihong knew that his most important task now was to break through!

Only by becoming a Foundation Establishment cultivator can he truly possess the means to establish himself in this world, and only then can the Heavenly Evolution Sect be considered a true immortal cultivation sect.

He did not immediately begin his seclusion, but instead returned to the Meng family courtyard first.

He gave one of the Foundation Establishment Pills to his wife, Bai Muyun.

"My lady, this is a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill. You are currently at the third level of Qi Refining. When your cultivation reaches its peak, you can use this pill to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."

"This 'Mysterious Water True Technique' is a cultivation method I sent Zhang Xianghua to select for you at the Hundred Alliance Merchants Association in town. It's most suitable for your water and soil spiritual roots. You should start studying it." Bai Muyun looked at the priceless pill in her hand, her eyes slightly red. She didn't refuse, but nodded heavily: "Husband, rest assured, I will definitely not let you down."

Subsequently, Meng Xihong found Meng Yanqing.

He imparted his insights from breaking through to the ninth level of Qi Refining, as well as his deeper understanding of the Way of Body Refining, to his son without reservation.

Looking at his eldest son, who was already taller than his own shoulders, Meng Xihong took out the spirit-testing stone that Yun Songzi had used from his pocket.

"Qing'er, put your hand here."

Meng Yanqing was somewhat puzzled, but she still did as she was told and placed her hand, which had become strong and powerful due to body tempering, on the stone.

One breath, two breaths...

The spirit-testing stone remained cold and unresponsive.

A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Meng Yanqing's eyes; he knew what that meant.

Meng Xihong smiled, put away the spirit-testing stone, patted his son's shoulder, and said in a steady voice, "See? Not having a chance to become an immortal isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"Heaven has endowed you with unparalleled talent for body refinement, so that you may reach the pinnacle of this path. Don't bite off more than you can chew. Rather than going nowhere on two paths, you should devote all your efforts to forging a path to heaven on one!"

"Our Tianyan Sect is founded on body refinement. As the senior disciple of the Body Refinement Hall, your future path is to let the world know that even mortals can rival celestial beings!"

"Father, I understand!" The disappointment in Meng Yanqing's eyes vanished, replaced by a burning fighting spirit. "Your son will never let you down!"

"Good!" Meng Xihong nodded with satisfaction. "Father will be in seclusion for a period of time to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. During this time, the disciples of the Body Refining Hall will be in your care. As the senior disciple, you must set a good example."

"Father, go in peace! I will take good care of the family and my fellow disciples!" Meng Yanqing patted his chest and promised, his small face full of determination.

After arranging everything, Meng Xihong returned to the secret realm.

Instead of choosing the spiritual vein spring, he came to the "Thousand-Pound Soul-Tempering Pool" that could temper the soul.

Foundation Building is not only a transformation of spiritual power, but also an elevation of the soul. Breakthrough at this point is most suitable.

He set up multiple layers of protective barriers and put the last Foundation Establishment Pill into his mouth.

The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a powerful yet gentle warm current that instantly flowed into every part of the body.

Meng Xihong immediately composed himself, circulated his cultivation technique, and guided the medicinal power to combine with his own vast spiritual power, launching a final assault on the invisible chasm that represented the difference between immortals and mortals!

While he was in seclusion, Yun Songzi stood atop the Tianyan Sect's mountain gate, gazing at the distant horizon with a profound look in his eyes.

"Kid, the road has been paved for you. How far you go depends on your own destiny," he muttered to himself.

He recalled the few "flies" from earlier and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"A mere Black Fiend Sect dares to be so arrogant. This world is truly going downhill."

Why are there so many sects like the Black Fiend Sect that specialize in evil ways in the world today?

Yun Songzi knew better than anyone else.

Since the ancient war, the Dao of Heaven has been damaged, and the path to the Great Dao is no longer one that leads to divinity. For those of mediocre talent and weak will, even if they diligently practice breathing exercises and cultivation, they will find it difficult to even glimpse the gate to the Great Dao, and immortality will remain a mere illusion.

In desperation, some people will naturally choose to take a desperate, unorthodox approach.

Devouring the essence and blood of living beings, refining innocent souls… these evil arts and demonic paths can progress by leaps and bounds in a short time, granting immense power. What a deadly temptation this is for cultivators rejected by the righteous path who crave power!
However, this path was wrong from the very beginning.

Meng Xihong's "The Furnace Classic" offers these desperate people another path—a path that doesn't require selling their souls or harming living beings.

What does this mean for those who have already gone astray?
That wasn't salvation, but the most vicious mockery.

It silently tells us: all your struggles, all your sins, all your self-righteous "no other choice" are just a huge joke.

The person who has gone astray hates the most not the rugged wrong path, but the smooth and bright right path that suddenly appears before them.

They won't turn back; they'll only try every means to destroy the right path as well, to prove that their initial choice wasn't utterly foolish.

Today, a Black Fiend Sect has come, driven by profit. But when the news of the "Furnace Sutra" truly spreads, it will attract countless venomous snakes and ferocious beasts driven mad by jealousy, resentment, and the denial of their own path.

They will be like moths drawn to a flame, sparing no effort to extinguish this light completely.

"I hope that by the time you emerge from seclusion, you will have the strength to contend with these jackals..."

This period of seclusion was a crucial turning point for the Meng family and the newly established Tianyan Sect.

If successful, Meng Xihong will truly have the qualifications to fight against wolves and jackals, and only then can the Tianyan Sect truly take root in this cruel world of cultivation.

If we lose, although it won't be a complete defeat, the current delicate balance will be broken, and the budding hope could be nipped in the bud by a more powerful force at any time.

(End of this chapter)