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Chapter 138 Departure, The Secret of the Heavenly Evolution Sect
Meng Xihong said no more, but quickly turned around and summoned the core members of the Tianyan Sect to arrange sect affairs.

"Senior, I entrust the outer sect of the sect to you for now. No matter what happens, please protect this disciple." Meng Xihong bowed deeply to Yun Songzi.

Unlike his usual self, Yun Songzi put away all his joking thoughts and simply gave him a deep look before nodding.

"Go with peace of mind. Even if the sky falls, my old bones can still hold it up."

After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Beichen, who had an imposing aura, and slowly added, "Meng Xihong is the father of Meng Yanwei, my only personal disciple."

"I know that there are countless masters in Jinghua City, but if anything were to happen to him... Although my old bones are no longer useful, I could still sit at the gates of Jinghua City and wail for three days and three nights."

This threat, which didn't seem like a threat, warmed Meng Xihong's heart.

"My wife." Meng Xihong turned to Bai Muyun, his eyes full of tenderness and apology.

"I'll take the prince to the inner gate. As for the matters at home, and Qing'er and the others, I'll leave them to you."

Bai Muyun didn't ask any further questions. She simply stepped forward, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and said softly, "I'll take care of things at home. You can go about your business with peace of mind. I'll wait for you to come back."

"He Wen." Meng Xihong's voice regained the sect leader's composure. "Pass on my order: during my absence, the sect shall strengthen its defenses. Outer disciples shall not leave without permission until my return. All matters shall be discussed and decided jointly by you, Hall Master Zhao, and Hall Master Fang."

"Disciple obeys!" He Wen bowed, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He knew that the sect leader was risking his life to gamble on the future of the Tianyan Sect.

After making the arrangements, Meng Xihong turned to Xiao Beichen and said, "Your Highness, this matter is of great importance, and I can only take you with me. Your guards..."

"It's alright." Xiao Beichen waved his hand and gave an order to his Dragon Guards.
"You will remain at the outer gate and follow the orders of Senior Yun Songzi. Anyone who dares to disrespect him will be dealt with according to military law."

This prince had absolute confidence in himself, and since it was an exploration, he naturally wouldn't bring a bunch of burdens.

"Yes!" The Dragon Guards responded in unison, their response swift and decisive.

"Your Majesty, please."

The two transformed into streaks of light, tearing through the night and speeding towards the inner sect of the Heavenly Evolution Sect.

Speechless all the way.

The closer they got to their destination, the heavier Xiao Beichen's heart became.

He could sense that Meng Xihong's aura was gradually changing.

The air of a master patriarch who had been so adept at planning and strategizing was fading, replaced by a profound emotion, even tinged with sorrow.

Finally, before dawn, they arrived at a seemingly ordinary mountain range.

However, Meng Xihong stopped in his tracks, made a hand seal, and gently pointed at the void.

Ripples spread across the space before them, and the once ordinary mountain forest scene receded like the tide, revealing towering peaks rising abruptly from the ground.

The pavilions and palaces are arranged in a well-organized manner, with clouds and mist swirling around them, creating a scene reminiscent of a celestial realm.

This is precisely where the inner sect of the Tianyan Sect is located.

The four peaks of Baicao Peak, Tiange Peak, Haoran Peak, and Gongxun Peak surround the central main peak, Tianyan Peak, creating a magnificent sight.

"What a magnificent and ingenious deception!" Xiao Beichen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Meng Xihong did not take him to visit the well-ordered inner gate, but instead led him directly to the top of Tianyan Peak, in front of the palace that served as the sect leader's residence.

Passing through the palace, the entrance to the secret realm lies behind you.

When the portal formed by light appeared, a spiritual energy a hundred times richer and purer than that outside rushed towards them. "This spiritual energy... is even more ancient and pure than the spirit-gathering array in Jinghua City." Xiao Beichen's heart stirred slightly. Although the imperial city was protected by the power of several states and had a magnificent atmosphere, the spiritual energy here exuded an unrefined, primitive, and profound quality.

Stepping into the secret realm is like entering another world.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, and in the distance, one can even see the silhouettes of mythical beasts galloping about.

They first arrived at a deep pool shrouded in dense water vapor.

The pool water was as black as ink, but a white mist, visible to the naked eye, rose from its surface. This mist was not ordinary water vapor, but rather extremely pure spiritual energy.

"The Thousand-Pound Soul-Tempering Pool?" Xiao Beichen recognized it at a glance, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. "I never expected such an ancient treasure to appear in this nameless place."

He looked at Meng Xihong and said seriously, "This item is very beneficial for tempering the soul. There are similar items in the royal treasury, although they are not as naturally formed as this pool, but their effects are even more miraculous."

If Sect Leader Meng is willing to join the dynasty, he may view the treasury and choose a few items that suit his needs.

Meng Xihong's heart stirred, but he only smiled faintly: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

However, while this pool is beautiful, it is not the source of the *Honglu Jing* (a classic text on furnaces). The true source lies over there.

As he spoke, he led Xiao Beichen to the edge of an ancient medicinal garden not far away and pointed to a broken stone tablet.

"Your Highness, this is the true origin of the 'Furnace Classic'."

Xiao Beichen raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. He placed his palm on the stone wall, mobilizing the vast "Humanity Dragon Qi" within his body, and his divine sense surged into it like a tide.

boom!
A chaotic, violent torrent of primal and indomitable will surged into his consciousness in an instant.

He seemed to see countless ancient ancestors, bare-chested, fighting against natural disasters and battling giant beasts with their flesh and blood, using the purest life force to leave an immortal mark on the world.

But this will was too complex, too wild, and the chaotic flow of information was like ten thousand sharp knives, cutting into his consciousness.

Even with his iron will, Xiao Beichen couldn't help but groan, his face turning slightly pale, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"This thing... contains the true meaning of the Great Dao, yet it is chaotic and disordered. Forcing yourself to comprehend it will only damage your soul."

He looked at Meng Xihong with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "How did you come to understand the 'Gunfu Jing' from it?"

Meng Xihong simply smiled and did not answer.

He knew that without the resonance of martial arts foundation, without the deduction of literary spirit and character, and without the assistance of a strong physique, this stone wall would be nothing more than a stubborn rock containing dangerous power to anyone.

Then, he led Xiao Beichen back to the elegant courtyard by the Thousand-Pound Soul-Refining Pool.

Before even entering the room, Xiao Beichen sensed a strange and contradictory atmosphere.

On one side, there was an intense, almost overwhelming life force; on the other side, there was a faint, eerie aura, filled with the meaning of "severance" and "end".

Meng Xihong pushed open the door.

Inside the quiet room, on a small bed made of ancient warm jade, lay a child who was about four years old.

Xiao Beichen's gaze was instantly drawn to the dark spot between the child's eyebrows.

It was an extremely complex rune, like a black hole that could devour all light and hope, radiating a chilling evil.

　I overestimated myself; I rushed to finish writing it before 19 PM.

　　The red envelope will be posted at 19 PM below this chapter. Wishing all readers a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a joyous family reunion!

　　
　
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