Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

Wan Xingwang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his body and quietly approached.

Upon parting the grass, they saw that the rusty animal trap had a large, robust antelope firmly clamped in it!

The antelope's hind leg was crushed and mangled, and it was struggling frantically to break free.

"My God...it's an antelope?!"

Wan Xingwang let out a low cry, his palms sweating as he gripped the axe.

This is a protected wild animal...

If they were outside, he wouldn't dare touch it even if you gave him ten times the courage.

But now, in this desolate, remote mountain forest, no law or protection is as important as filling one's stomach.

"I'm sorry, but in order to survive, I have no choice but to borrow your flesh."

Without further hesitation, he charged forward while the antelope was trapped and unable to move.

He raised the axe high in his hand and, with all his might, smashed it down on the antelope's head.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The antelope let out a mournful cry, its body convulsed violently a few times, and then it collapsed limply to the ground, no longer moving.

Wan Xingwang was panting heavily, his arms numb from the shock.

This was the first time he had killed a living creature, and such a large one at that.

He had to deal with it as soon as possible. Wan Xingwang struggled to grab the antelope's two horns and dragged the heavy carcass back.

Back in the village, he went straight to the old blue stone well.

There is a water source here, making it convenient for washing.

He pulled out the chipped kitchen knife from his waist and began clumsily bleeding and skinning the antelope.

Although his movements were clumsy and even awkward, he did it with great care.

Each cut is like treating a work of art.

He collected the flowing sheep blood in a bucket, not daring to waste a single drop, for it was a valuable ingredient that would make absolutely delicious blood tofu.

The peeling process was extremely difficult; that broken kitchen knife was really useless.

I almost cut my hand several times.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

After processing the internal organs, he deliberately spared the heart and liver; the rest of the intestines and stomach were simply too difficult to process.

They could only grit their teeth, put the remains in a bag, and bury them in a deep pit far from the village.

This is to prevent the smell of blood from attracting wolves or wild boars.

Back at the well, he fetched several buckets of water and washed the bloodstains off the ground until he could no longer smell any blood.

By the time all this was done, it was getting dark.

Night falls especially quickly in the mountains, and the surrounding forests appear as if they have been soaked in ink, becoming eerie and terrifying.

Wan Xingwang found some dry branches and started a bonfire in the open space in front of the village committee.

The flickering firelight dispelled the surrounding chill and darkness, bringing him a rare sense of security.

He quickly searched online for simple smoked recipes.

Then, after rummaging through the empty room, he actually found a jar of coarse salt that hadn't gotten damp, and a few shriveled star anise.

Although simple, it was like a divinely bestowed delicacy to him at that moment.

He cut the mutton into large chunks, rubbed it with coarse salt, and slowly smoked it over a fire.

Soon, the grease dripped onto the embers and sizzled, and a rich aroma of meat began to fill the air.

Wan Xingwang couldn't help but swallow hard, his eyes fixed on the piece of mutton that was gradually turning golden and crispy.

Once the meat was finally cooked through, he didn't care that it was hot and grabbed a piece to put in his mouth.

"Ugh—"

In that instant, the tender and juicy lamb burst in your mouth, with a subtle smoky aroma and saltiness—it was simply divine!

He ate the meat heartily, and then used the few crucian carp to make a pot of milky white fish soup.

He ate until his belly was completely stuffed, his mouth was dripping with oil.

After eating and drinking my fill, sleepiness washed over me like a tide.

He hung most of the remaining mutton on the ceiling of the village committee building to dry, to prevent it from being stolen by rats.

Then he lay down directly on that hard wooden bed, and with the mutton swaying above his head, he fell into a deep sleep.

I slept exceptionally soundly that night.

……

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the broken window, Wan Xingwang suddenly opened his eyes.

He subconsciously touched the axe beside him, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was still there.

After a quick wash, he eagerly opened the forum.

After a night of fermentation, the online debate not only did not subside, but instead went completely beyond its original scope.

The topic's popularity skyrocketed to 500 million!

Not only on forums, but also on Weibo, Zhihu, and even short video platforms, there is widespread discussion about the "Eight Ancient Clans" and "Mysterious Cultivation."

Wan Xingwang clicked on that post.

At this point, the post had received over a million replies, which was nothing short of a miracle.

Meanwhile, that "invincible West" is still putting up a stubborn resistance.

But he had clearly run out of tricks and began to copy and paste the remarks of so-called "internet bigwigs" in large quantities, trying to use his authority to suppress people.

【Invincible West】: I refuse to believe it! So-and-so expert has already said it's nonsense! It's feudal superstition! How long are you bunch of fools going to keep being fooled?

【Invincible in the West】: @Ji Xuanyuan, stop playing dead! If you're so capable, come out and confront me! You can't win an argument, so you resort to being mysterious, huh?

Seeing that the other person was already somewhat incoherent, Wan Xingwang smiled slightly.

Since you want to die even more completely, then I'll grant your wish.

It's time to unleash the ultimate weapon.

He once again transformed into [Ji Xuanyuan], his fingers flying across the keyboard.

[Ji Xuanyuan]: Those wealthy businessmen may seem like unattainable figures to you. But in our eyes, they are no different from ordinary people; they are all just ordinary folks.

[Ji Xuanyuan]: The reason they were willing to keep the secret and even submit to the emperor was for only one reason.

[Ji Xuanyuan]: Our eight families hold the key to a higher level of life. In your words, we are—immortal cultivation families.

The moment these words were uttered, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Xiuxian!

I actually said it!

Although everyone had speculated beforehand, the shock was still unparalleled when the truth was finally revealed.

Upon seeing the words "Invincible in the West," he was first stunned, then burst into hysterical laughter.

【Invincible West】: Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew you were going to bring this up!

【Invincible in the West】: Cultivating immortality? Immortality? Do you think this is a fantasy novel? Are you going to say you can fly on a sword?

[Invincible West]: Anyone who believes this nonsense is a complete idiot! I'm even more determined to leave Great Xia now! Staying with you bunch of fools just lowers my IQ!

In the comments section, the sentiment began to shift subtly.

Although people dislike the idea that "the West is invincible," they do find the concept of "cultivating immortality" rather absurd.

Many people started posting jokes and banter.

"Ji Xuanyuan, do you accept apprentices? I want to learn sword control!"

"I want to learn alchemy; can it cure hair loss?"

"V me 50, help me through this tribulation!"

Wan Xingwang remained calm as he watched these jokes.

He knew that everyone was waiting for evidence.

And this evidence lies right here on the land beneath his feet.

[Ji Xuanyuan]: Since you don't believe me, I will give you a chance to prove it.

【Ji Xuanyuan】: Deep in the Qinling Mountains, there is a deserted village, which was known in ancient times as the "Forbidden Land of the Desolate Ancient Area".

[Ji Xuanyuan]: Every house there was dilapidated and deserted. But in each of the ruined houses, there was a coffin.