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

Chapter 127: Literary and Military Strategy
Inside the quiet room, the meeting ended, but the fighting spirit ignited by Meng Xihong himself exploded and burned fiercely in everyone's hearts.

"Get moving, everyone." Meng Xihong's voice was calm, yet carried a sense of composure and determination.

"Three days from now, let the entire Qingzhou hear the voice of our Tianyan Sect."

Everyone agreed and went to carry out their orders. The entire sect, like a sophisticated war machine, roared for the first time after three years of silence!

Foreign Affairs Hall.

The newly established shrine has now become the busiest place in the entire sect.

Zhao Tieshan and Fang Henwan, two seasoned veterans who had spent half their lives navigating the bloody battles of the martial world, now had their eyes shining, as if they had returned to their most passionate years of youth.

"Damn, that felt good!" Zhao Tieshan slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump around.

"I've followed so many masters, and I've never seen a sect leader play like this!"

A bounty?
I like!
"Brother Fang, you draft the script. Let's make it as harsh as possible. Let's say those Blood God Cult scum are worse than pigs and dogs. Killing one of them would be doing a service to the people, and we'd even get a bounty. Why not?"

Fang Henwan was more composed than him, but she couldn't hide her excitement either.

He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and with a flourish of his pen, a menacing and highly inflammatory "Demon Extermination Order of the Tianyan Sect" appeared on the paper.

“Not enough!” Zhao Tieshan shook his head after reading it. “Words alone are not enough; it needs ‘spirit’!”

As he spoke, he took out a jade slip from his bosom, which was the talisman that Meng Xihong had previously given him for communication.

He channeled his spiritual power and imprinted Meng Xihong's declaration, "Anyone who kills a demon of the Blood God Cult can come to my Tianyan Sect to claim their reward by presenting their token!" into his mind.

Subsequently, hundreds of elite escorts from the former Weiyuan Escort Agency, now disciples of the Foreign Affairs Hall, each with a copy of the bounty order and a wooden plaque imbued with divine power, shot out from the Yunmeng Marsh to all directions of Qingzhou like arrows released from a bow.

They were familiar with every trade route, knew every post station, and knew which taverns were the most crowded and which black markets had the best information.

Just one day later.

In the southern part of Qingzhou, next to the ruins of "Yingxianlou," the largest restaurant in Tonghe County, a newly opened teahouse.

Several ragged, untrained cultivators, whose cultivation levels were only at the first or second level of Qi Refining, were sighing and drinking the cheapest coarse tea.

"Sigh, this life is unbearable. A few days ago I heard that the body refiners of the Tianyan Sect could fight against Foundation Establishment Immortals. I thought that we mortal martial artists finally had hope."

Who knew that the Blood God Cult would issue a bounty so soon? Isn't this blatant bullying?

"That's right. With our current level of cultivation, we'd be easy prey if we encountered the demons of the Blood God Cult."

But if they accidentally mistake you for a body cultivator from the Heavenly Evolution Sect, you won't even know how you died.

Just then, a man carrying a bundle rushed in and slammed a piece of hemp paper, still smelling of ink, onto the table with a "bang".

Stop sighing and complaining! Look at this!

Everyone crowded around to take a look, and saw that the words "Tianyan Sect Demon Extermination Order" were written in a flamboyant style on the hemp paper.

When the teahouse saw the clearly marked reward amounts, it fell silent.

"Kill, kill a Blood God Sect disciple in the early stage of Qi Refining... reward, reward ten low-grade spirit stones?" A rogue cultivator stammered, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Ten low-grade spirit stones! That's enough for a low-level rogue cultivator like him to cover his expenses for more than half a year!
"There's more to come! Slaying a Foundation Establishment stage demon will grant you the 'Furnace Classic: Tendon Changing Chapter' cultivation technique!"

With a loud "boom," the entire teahouse erupted in chaos.

The "Brightening Furnace Sutra"! That's a legendary supreme method that can grant mortals the power of immortals!
An old martial artist with a face full of scars and a missing arm suddenly stood up, his cloudy eyes bursting with an astonishing light.

He stared intently at the wanted poster, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for the rest of his life.

"Blood God Sect..." he muttered to himself, his intact hand instinctively tightening its grip on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Meanwhile, at the Tianyan Sect, outside the Yunmeng Great Swamp, inside the newly established Haoran Hall...

Holding a detailed map of Qingzhou and a list of various forces, He Wen strode in and bowed to Meng Yanwei, who was copying ancient books, saying, "Young Master, this is the list and the first draft of the invitations that the General Affairs Hall has compiled overnight."

Nearly ten years old, Meng Yanwei put down his book, took the manuscript, read it carefully, and then frowned slightly as he compared it with the distribution of power on the map.

"Sect Leader He, this first draft is magnificent and impeccable, and it is enough to demonstrate the grandeur of our sect." Meng Yanwei's voice was clear and calm.

"But using only one portion might not achieve Father's true purpose of 'stirring up Qingzhou'."

A hint of approval flashed in He Wen's eyes; these were the words he had been waiting for.

"Young Master is absolutely right," he said in a deep voice, his competence and prudence befitting the head of the General Affairs Hall evident in his demeanor.

"I am also troubled by this matter. The Qinglan Sect is a tiger, and we must bind its claws so that it has no way to use its strength."
The Xuanfu Sect and others are wolves, they change their course with the wind, we need to give them a bone and let them watch the fire from the other side of the river.
The scattered cultivators and minor sects covering the mountains are like sheep; a single clap of thunder is enough to subdue them and make them work for me. An invitation alone is not enough to accomplish this.

"Then what do you think, Hall Master He?" Meng Yanwei raised his eyes, his gaze intense.

“Three strategies in parallel.” He Wen held up three fingers without hesitation, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes that contradicted his humble appearance.

"We should devise a scheme to deal with the Qinglan Sect. The invitation should be respectful, elevating them to the position of 'leader of the righteous path,' and then, in the name of 'all living beings under heaven,' invite them to publicly discuss the Dao and debate the difference between immortals and mortals."

If they come, they will fall into the battlefield we have prepared; if they do not come, it will be because they are guilty and ruin their reputation.

"For those opportunists like the Xuanfu Sect, we will use a strategy of 'sowing discord.' We will secretly send them another invitation with different wording, subtly pointing out the threat posed by the Qinglan Sect's dominance, and implying that our Tianyan Sect only paves the way for mortals and has no intention of fighting for supremacy, and is willing to form a good relationship with them."

"As for the rogue cultivators, the strategy is the simplest: incite them. We will exaggerate the value of the 'Furnace Scripture' and our sect's philosophy that 'everyone can cultivate immortality,' making them understand that the Heavenly Evolution Sect is their only hope. At that time, they will be our strongest shield!"

His words were clear, logical, ruthless, and decisive, revealing him as a resourceful and astute strategist.

After listening, Meng Yanwei did not immediately agree, but instead fell into deeper thought. After a moment, he shook his head.

"Master He's plan is intricately linked and is already the best strategy. But... it's still too slow and too obvious."

“If three different invitations are leaked, it will be clear evidence that our sect is cunning and manipulative, which would be a disservice to us.”

Meng Yanwei walked to the desk and picked up the talisman pen again: "One manuscript is enough. But the 'meaning' within it can be ever-changing."

As he spoke, he picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the three characters "Tianyan Sect" on the cloud-patterned paper.

The first time, the brushstrokes were sharp and powerful, and an awe-inspiring and inviolable sword intent emanated from the paper, making He Wen, who was watching from the side, feel a stinging pain in his eyes, as if he were facing a judgment.

"This signifies 'judgment' and is presented to the Qinglan Sect."

Then, he took another sheet of paper and wrote three more characters. This time, his brushstrokes were gentle and calm, and his words conveyed a sense of sincerity and goodwill.

"This is a gesture of 'establishing friendly relations,' and is presented to the Xuanfu Sect."

Finally, he changed to another sheet of paper, and with a flourish of his pen, his handwriting was unrestrained and bold, conveying a sense of pride and hope that "everyone has their own unique talents," which was inspiring to read.

"This signifies 'hope,' which will spread throughout Qingzhou!"

He Wen was stunned, then suddenly realized what he had seen and bowed deeply: "Young Master uses the Way of Literature to influence people's hearts, how brilliant! I was being too attached to appearances."

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