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

Chapter 131 Blood Qi Soars to the Sky, Fist Suppresses the Immortal Sect

"Tianyan Sect, who will die here!"

Before Meng Xihong could speak, Ji Beichuan, who was standing to the side, was already bursting with excitement and could not contain himself.

With one step, the solid bluestone platform trembled slightly under his foot.

With a "boom," Ji Beichuan ripped off his shirt, revealing his bronze-colored, bulging muscles, and grinned at the disciple.

"How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife?"

"Tianyan Sect, Body Refinement Hall, Ji Beichuan, accepts the challenge!"

He stretched his neck, making a series of cracking sounds, and raised his chin.

"You little brat, let your Grandpa Ji play with you!"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

How dare a mere mortal body cultivator point at a genius disciple of the Qinglan Sect and call him a "little bastard"?
Everyone thought Ji Beichuan had gone mad.

The young disciple felt greatly insulted and laughed in anger: "Good! Good! Good! You ignorant mortal!"

"Today I will show you that the path of body refinement is nothing but a worthless clay chicken and a broken tile before the orthodox teachings of my immortal sect."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a flying sword with a gleaming blue light burst from its sheath, piercing straight towards Ji Beichuan with a sharp whooshing sound.

The flying sword shone brightly, clearly a high-grade yellow-rank magic weapon.

A terrifying pressure swept across the entire area, causing the lake surface to cave in under the weight of the sword energy, and countless small boats to sway precariously.

Below the stage, an invisible protective barrier erected by the Tianyan Sect suddenly lit up, completely blocking the terrifying sword aura.

But the mortals inside the protective barrier could still clearly see the dazzling sword strike through the light screen. They were all terrified, their hearts pounding, yet they were filled with longing.

The Qinglan Sect disciple's high-grade yellow-rank flying sword, imbued with sword intent, arrived at Ji Beichuan's face in an instant.

Before the sword even arrived, its gleaming light had already carved a deep line across the lake's surface, causing the water to surge and crash to the sides.

The cultivators from various sects on the distant ship looked at Ji Beichuan, who had not made any reaction, and wore a sneer of self-righteousness.

"He's just a mortal after all; he's probably never even seen a magical artifact before. He doesn't even know how to dodge."

"If this sword strikes, there probably won't even be any bone fragments left."

"Very well, let that Meng fellow see clearly that the difference between immortals and mortals is as vast as an insurmountable chasm."

The cultivators whispered among themselves, as if they could already see the bloody scene of Ji Beichuan being pierced through the heart by a sword.

However, just as the flying sword was about to pierce his brow...

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Ji Beichuan neither dodged nor avoided, but instead let out a deafening roar!
He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply concentrated all his energy into his right fist and, in the most primal and pure way, punched the lightning-fast sword tip!
"clang!"

A loud bang shook the entire lake, causing waves to surge.

That gleaming flying sword was sent flying backward by his punch.

Ji Beichuan's fist only left a shallow white mark.

The whole place was dead silent.

The monks on the ship were all dumbfounded, their jaws nearly dropping to the deck.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Bare fists... to withstand a high-grade Yellow Rank magic weapon?"

"Is this real? I must be seeing things!"

The ordinary people below the stage were stunned at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers.

The flying sword was damaged and flew backward. Under the influence of the Qinglan Sect disciple's mind, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of horror.

The humiliation he suffered in front of everyone drove him into a frenzy. He roared and bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of his life essence onto the flying sword that was flying back.

"The sword transforms into a blue phoenix, burning rivers and boiling seas!"

hum!
The flying sword's light surged, instantly transforming into a sword-qi azure phoenix several meters in size, burning with blazing azure flames.
Its power had increased several times over compared to before, and it once again rushed towards Jibeichuan with an aura of incineration.

Wherever the blue flames passed, even the air was burned and distorted.

This attack has already surpassed the scope of the Qi Refining stage; even ordinary Foundation Establishment stage cultivators would need to treat it with caution.

"Now let's see how you die!" The Qinglan Sect disciple's face was contorted with rage as he laughed maniacally.

Faced with this even more powerful attack, Ji Beichuan was not alarmed but laughed, his laughter extremely bold: "Now this is more interesting!"

He stomped his foot hard, and the solid blue rock platform cracked inch by inch beneath his feet.

Instead of retreating, he took the initiative to meet the attack. His internal energy surged and roared, forming a visible, crimson armor of energy and blood with a lava-like luster on his body.

The Ninth Level of the "Burning Furnace Classic: Body Forging Chapter"—The Precious Body is Initially Formed!
"Well done! I'll show you what the power of mortals is!"

Ji Beichuan, carrying boundless energy and blood, charged fearlessly into the blue flames.

The intense heat, enough to melt gold and iron, instantly caused the armor of blood and qi on his body to sizzle, and the crimson luster dimmed at a visible speed, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

To everyone's astonishment, he smashed Qingluan's head with a single punch, and then his fan-like hand reached directly for the wings made of sword energy and flames.

"Shoot-"

A sound like flesh being burned and cut rang out. The moment they made contact, the armor of qi and blood on Ji Beichuan's arms shattered.

The blue flames surged in, scorching his forearms black.

The incomparably sharp sword energy left several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his arm, and the blood that gushed out was immediately evaporated by the high temperature.

The excruciating pain surged like a tide, but Ji Beichuan's eyes turned bloodshot. Instead of retreating, he advanced, gripping even tighter with his large, bloodied hands.

"Give it to me, broken!"

With a roar that was a mixture of excruciating pain and boundless madness, Ji Beichuan's arms were bulging with muscles and veins, and he tore the magnificent sword aura of the Azure Phoenix in two with his bare hands.

Stab it!

The sword energy was violently torn apart, revealing its true form as a flying sword.

At this moment, it let out an extremely mournful cry, the spiritual light on the sword dimmed, and it was smashed away by a tremendous force, diagonally embedding itself in the silt at the bottom of the lake in the distance, completely losing its luster.

"puff!"

The Qinglan Sect disciple was struck as if by a heavy hammer, staggering backward with disbelief and horror on his face.

However, Ji Beichuan's offensive did not stop there.

The moment he tore through the sword energy, he stomped his foot, and the cracked bluestone platform exploded. He transformed into a crimson afterimage, instantly traversing a distance of ten zhang, and appeared in front of the horrified disciple.

The disciple's pupils contracted sharply, and he only had time to raise his arm in a futile attempt to block.

Ji Beichuan's two bloody, charred fists, brimming with surging blood and qi, slammed solidly into his chest.

"Great Sun Furnace Fist·Red Emperor Linxiao!"

Click!

The sound of bones breaking can be clearly heard.

The chest of that immortal prodigy visibly caved in.

His face froze in horror, his eyes bulged, and his body flew backward, his life ending mid-air.

A prodigy of the immortal sect, on whom the sect had placed great hopes, thus perished.

After a brief silence, tens of thousands of ordinary people below the stage erupted in a thunderous roar:
"May the heroes of Hebei be mighty!"

"Long live the Heavenly Evolution Sect!"

"Even mortals can defeat immortals!"

This powerful wave of sound, formed by the combined beliefs of countless mortals, subtly creates an invisible torrent of destiny.

Meng Xihong's heart stirred. He clearly sensed from the family genealogy an unprecedented and extremely pure source of body refinement, empowered by the "wishes of all living beings," which surged toward his son, Meng Yan'an, through an unseen connection.

The dark curse rune between his brows visibly dimmed a little more.

On the ship, the powerful figures from various factions could no longer remain calm.

The elder of the Taiyi Sword Sect unconsciously gripped the sword hilt, his eyes solemn.

The Pavilion Master of Zidan Pavilion's eyes gleamed as he muttered to himself, "Such a precious body, if combined with our pavilion's secret medicine..."

The leader of the Shenji Sect made no attempt to conceal the greed in his eyes. His spectator mentality had completely vanished, replaced by scrutiny, apprehension, and naked desire.

Chen Xuanqing's face did not turn ashen as everyone had expected at that moment.

He remained standing quietly at the bow of the ship, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. Only the uncontrollable, slight twitching of his eyes betrayed the murderous intent that was now boiling like magma.

After a long while, he slowly uttered each word.

"Good... good... good..."

The voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura that instantly silenced the restless cultivators on the surrounding ships.

He didn't laugh, not even a hint of extra expression.

He simply raised his eyes, his gaze passing over Ji Beichuan and landing on Meng Xihong.

"It seems I have indeed underestimated the Heavenly Evolution Sect."

Meng Xihong remained calm and slowly spoke: "Sect Leader Chen, do you still think that my body-refining method is a heretical and unorthodox path?"

"A heretical and unorthodox approach?" Chen Xuanqing sneered, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Xihong like a venomous snake.

"A cultivation technique that can grant mortals such power is no ordinary thing. Sect Leader Meng, you've kept it well hidden!"

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming meaningful: "However, to gain a foothold in this cultivation world, strength alone is not enough. One must also have... a sense of propriety."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen ships around them began to move slowly, and before anyone knew it, they had completely surrounded the small island in the middle of the lake, blocking all escape routes.

"Sect Leader Meng," Chen Xuanqing said with a sinister smile that he no longer concealed, "I'm afraid this Daoist debate today will not end so easily."

Since your "The Classic of the Furnace" is so miraculous, why not bring it out and let everyone here appreciate it?

"If we keep this secret and let such a divine skill be tarnished, wouldn't that be a huge loss for all cultivators in the world?"

One sentence immediately changed the gaze of all the cultivators present.

Greed, covetousness, murderous intent... all sorts of evil thoughts emerged undisguisedly from those "ethereal and otherworldly" cultivators.

Meng Xihong looked around and sneered inwardly.

(End of this chapter)