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Chapter 132 The Great Sun Furnace Fist: Turning the Tables
Meng Xihong looked around, taking in all the pairs of greedy, covetous, and murderous eyes.

Chen Xuanqing, that old fox, is trying to use the pretext of righteousness to force me to submit.

If you win, it's like saying, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

If they lose, they will die without a burial place.

However, since Meng Xihong dared to hold this Daoist conference, how could he be unprepared?
"Sect Leader Chen is too kind," Meng Xihong said calmly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"The 'Bright Furnace Classic' is the foundation of our Heavenly Evolution Sect. How can it be easily shown to others? Just like your sect's 'Clear Mist Sword Manual,' I'm sure you wouldn't casually let outsiders 'appreciate' it either?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Elder Sun Xuan stepped forward from the crowd aboard the Xuanfu Sect's ship.

He pointed at Meng Xihong and shouted sternly, "Meng Xihong! Don't try to confuse the issue! The Qinglan Sword Manual is a legitimate and orthodox martial art!"

Your cultivation technique is of unknown origin, likely a demonic or evil art. We righteous cultivators all have the right to kill it! We are asking you to hand over the technique today for your own good!

"well said!"

"Elder Sun is right!"

"Hand over your martial arts techniques and prove your identity!"

In an instant, the crowd on the ship was filled with excitement, and waves of pressure from Foundation Establishment stage cultivators pressed down on the high platform without any concealment.

The tens of thousands of ordinary people below the stage were overwhelmed by this momentum. Their newly ignited hope and enthusiasm were instantly doused with ice water, and fear and unease reappeared on their faces.

Just then, Meng Xihong took a step forward.

Despite his not-so-robust physique, he managed to withstand the dozen or so Foundation Establishment stage pressures.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and beckoned to Sun Xuan with his finger: "It seems Elder Sun has a bad memory. He's gotten used to being a lackey, it's become a habit."

"Since that's the case, then come out and let me 'appreciate' your Xuanfu Sect's 'orthodox immortal techniques'!"

"you……"

Sun Xuan was furious, but having witnessed Meng Xihong's strength three months ago, he dared not easily provoke Meng Xihong.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Ji Xiao, the sect leader of Xuanfu Sect, spoke up: "Sun Xuan, didn't you hear Sect Leader Meng say that you should demonstrate orthodox immortal techniques? Go and have a spar."

As he spoke, Ji Xiao flicked his sleeve, and a surge of skillful force propelled Sun Xuan from the boat into the air.

"Then I'll have to trouble Elder Sun. Sect Leader Meng, please." Ji Xiao gestured for him to proceed, his face beaming with smiles.

Meng Xihong sneered inwardly. This Xuanfu Sect Master wanted to use him as a tool to kill someone and, incidentally, probe his strength.

Unfortunately, I will not do as you wish.

Sun Xuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

His figure flickered, appearing on the high platform like a ghost. Without saying a word, he pointed his fingers like lightning, and a purple lightning bolt as thick as a bowl appeared out of thin air, crackling and exploding, heading straight for Meng Xihong's crown.

"Thunderbolt Finger!"

He used all his strength in that attack.

The purple lightning was extremely fast and incredibly powerful. Before the audience could even gasp in surprise, the lightning was already in front of Meng Xihong.

Meng Xihong's eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and the mental cultivation method of the "Heart Fire Casting Soul" chapter of the "Furnace Classic" began to operate on its own.

The next moment, instead of retreating, he advanced, clenched his right fist, and thrust it forward with all his might!

Before the fist's intent was even unleashed, a fiery aura had already preceded it. Based on the dantian, a scorching true fire of the heart meridian flowed through the three Yang meridians of the hand, instantly surging to the fist's tip!

On his seemingly ordinary fist, countless mysterious crimson flame patterns appeared, and within three feet of his fist, the air was distorted by the scorching waves!
"Great Sun Furnace Fist, First Form - Crimson Emperor Descends Upon the Sky!"

This fist technique is a unique martial art that Meng Xihong crafted for the Tianyan Sect's body-refining lineage over three years, combining his own martial arts foundation, robust physique, and literary spirit with the true meaning of the "Furnace Classic."

The boxing style consists of nine forms, which complement the "Honglu Jing" (a classic text on boxing techniques). The level of mastery of the scripture determines the upper limit of the boxing style, while the practice of the boxing style, in turn, helps to break through the mental techniques.

boom!
The crimson fist imprint collided violently with the purple lightning.

There was no earth-shattering explosion; the domineering Thunder Finger was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, instantly swallowed and melted by the phantom of the crimson sun.

The crimson fist imprint continued its momentum, firmly striking the protective aura that Sun Xuan had hastily erected.

With a crisp crack, Sun Xuan's protective spiritual light, which was powerful enough to withstand the full force of an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, shattered like an eggshell.

Sun Xuan was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and was sent flying backward. He coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the deck of his own ship, smashing a large hole in the hard deck. His fate was unknown.

One punch!
Just one punch!
A mid-Foundation Establishment stage elder of a celestial sect was defeated!
If Ji Beichuan's defeat of a Qi Refining stage disciple had only surprised everyone before, then Meng Xihong's severe injury to a mid-Foundation Establishment stage elder with a single punch this time brought utter shock and fear!

"Thank you for the sparring partner, Sect Master Ji. Now that I've used it, I'll return it to you." Meng Xihong said, cupping his fists towards the ship where the Xuanfu Sect was located.

"This...this is impossible!"

"What kind of fist technique is that? Why do I sense... a trace of the pressure of the Great Dao from it?"

"This is insane! This world has gone mad!"

The cultivators on the ship no longer looked at Ji Beichuan with disdain or contempt; instead, they looked at him with deep fear and... an even more intense greed!

Seeing everyone's reaction, Meng Xihong chuckled. He stepped forward, shielding Ji Beichuan behind him, his gaze sweeping across the entire room. His voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Now, is there anyone else who wants to 'appreciate' the cultivation techniques of my Heavenly Evolution Sect?"

The audience was silent.

Those cultivators who had previously clamored to "verify his identity" were now all speechless, and some even dared not meet Meng Xihong's gaze.

Meng Xihong looked at them, his smile widening.

Just then, a sudden loud noise came from the Xuanfu Sect's ship.

"boom!"

Ji Xiao patted his robe, looking relaxed and carefree, while the pressure from his Golden Core slowly dissipated.

Looking back at the ship, only a figure burned to a crisp by the Heavenly Thunder Talisman remained—it was Sun Xuan!
"Oh, sorry, I just cleaned up the house." Ji Xiao said as if he had done something insignificant.

“Sun Xuan is a sycophant who has no regard for others. He refuses to be an elder of his own sect and insists on becoming a lackey and a scapegoat for the Qinglan Sect. Our Xuanfu Sect does not need such a traitorous good-for-nothing.”

He cupped his hands in greeting to Meng Xihong and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, Sect Leader Meng, for giving me the opportunity to clean up the sect. Please excuse my rudeness, Sect Leader Meng, please continue."

"Ji Xiao, what do you mean?" Chen Xuanqing, who had been humiliated repeatedly, was furious and unleashed his mid-stage Golden Core aura.

"It doesn't mean anything." Ji Xiao met his gaze without fear.

"It's just that I'm annoyed that some people don't want to be proper elders of the Xuanfu Sect, but instead choose to be dogs of the Qinglan Sect."

Sect Leader Meng is here seeking a way out for all mortals, and this guy comes out barking and howling, disgracing the Xuanfu Sect.”

"You're courting death! Are you trying to ruin the relationship between our two sects?" Chen Xuanqing said sternly.

"Heh, this doesn't seem to be something Sect Leader Chen can decide, does it? I remember your Qinglan Sect has some kind of elder council, where everything has to be decided by vote?" Ji Xiao chuckled, changing the subject.

"Moreover, I have only recently become the sect leader of the Xuanfu Sect and cannot withstand being frightened. If Sect Leader Chen releases his pressure on me again, I will have to call my father, who has just broken through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm, a real threat."

"You... very good! I will definitely pay you a visit when we return to the sect!"

This dramatic scene left Meng Xihong somewhat stunned.

Why does this Chen Xuanqing seem a bit like the clown from my previous life on the internet? This Xuanfu Sect Master seems to be quite a character as well.

"Oh dear, Sect Leader Chen, please calm down. These are all distinguished guests you invited. Don't let things get awkward," Meng Xihong said at the right moment, breaking the deadlock.

He looked at Chen Xuanqing, whose face was ashen, and laughed.

"It seems that Sect Leader Chen is not in the mood to appreciate the tea. How about we make a deal?"

"Our Tianyan Sect can make the complete techniques of the first three levels of the 'Honglu Jing·Yijin Pian' public."

"what?"

These words stunned not only the cultivators on the ship, but also the mortals and disciples of the Tianyan Sect below the stage.

Chen Xuanqing thought he had misheard. He narrowed his eyes and asked warily, "What...what do you mean? What are your conditions?"

Meng Xihong held up a finger, his smile becoming inscrutable.

(End of this chapter)