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

Chapter 199 Meng Yanwei Descends the Mountain, the Beginning of Confusion
Although the process of divination and fortune-telling may seem complicated, involving many steps such as casting a hexagram, arranging the hexagram, analyzing the lines, and interpreting the hexagram.

But under Meng Xihong's terrifying comprehension, enhanced by his literary talent and integrity, everything became orderly and clear.

Time slipped away quietly in the silent transmission and learning.

Less than two hours had passed.

Meng Xihong has progressed from initially listening and learning to being able to independently and accurately use the coin divination method to arrange complete hexagrams.

Later on, he was able to combine the interpretations of the hexagrams and lines taught by Yun Songzi with his own understanding to make preliminary, yet insightful, interpretations of simple hexagrams.

Finally, he even began to integrate different basic divination knowledge, vaguely touching the deeper meaning of "observing phenomena and playing with words, observing changes and playing with divination," as if this ancient art was originally part of his knowledge system, and was just being reawakened at this moment.

Just as Meng Xihong felt he had mastered the art of divination.

His mind jolted!
In his mind, the "literary spirit and integrity" that had been radiating warmth as he studied seemed to have become even more profound.

At the same time, he clearly sensed that his ability to perform a divination every day seemed to have broken through some invisible limitation and quietly upgraded!

What shocked Meng Xihong even more was that during the entire process of learning divination and fortune-telling, from comprehension to mastery, fragmented memories would uncontrollably flash through his mind from time to time!

Those fragments were blurry and fleeting, as if covered by the dust of eternity.

Meng Xihong seemed to see a figure on a misty mountaintop, whose appearance resembled his own but whose temperament was more ancient and weathered, facing several blurry figures, expounding on divination principles that were very similar to those taught by Yun Songzi earlier, yet seemed even more profound and mysterious.

He saw a person who resembled himself tracing the void with his fingers, influencing the trajectories of stars, outlining hexagrams, and making his words lawful.

He saw the person seeking his advice listening attentively and suddenly understood.

These fleeting moments, however, carry an indescribable sense of familiarity and reality!
Meng Xihong suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock and confusion. He looked at Yun Songzi, his voice carrying a strange fluctuation he himself was unaware of: "Senior, when I... when I was learning these things, it felt exceptionally smooth."

It's as if I'm not a beginner, but rather recalling something?

Pause

Meng Xihong carefully chose his words: "You learn it in no time, you understand it instantly, as if you already knew these things. Why is that?"

Yun Songzi, who was standing to the side, was already dumbfounded, and then a glint of light flashed in his eyes!
He witnessed firsthand how Meng Xihong, with an almost terrifying speed, transformed the divination skills that he had only just begun to grasp over decades into a complete mastery in just a few hours!
This is beyond description; it's simply unbelievable!
Upon hearing Meng Xihong's question, Yun Songzi took several deep breaths to barely suppress the turmoil in his heart. He stroked his long beard, looking at Meng Xihong with a complex expression, and exclaimed in amazement, "How wondrous! How strange! The Sect Master's comprehension is something I have never seen before in my life! No, it is something I have never heard of before!"

Meng Xihong and Yun Songzi sat facing each other. The night of instruction and comprehension left a lingering sense of profound spiritual energy in the room.

The shock and confusion in Meng Xihong's eyes had not completely dissipated. Those fleeting fragments of memory were like undercurrents at the bottom of a lake, quietly surging when his mind was calm.

"In any case, thank you for sharing your knowledge so generously, Elder."

Meng Xihong stood up and bowed respectfully to Yun Songzi.

Whatever the reason, Yun Songzi's willingness to impart his knowledge without reservation is genuine.

Yun Songzi quickly stood up and offered a helping hand, saying with emotion, "Sect Master, you flatter me."

To witness such rapid enlightenment firsthand is a rare opportunity for me.

Now that the sect leader has mastered this method, with diligent practice and thorough understanding, he will surely gain a greater ability to foresee and anticipate important matters concerning the sect.

Just then, light footsteps came from outside the door; it was Bai Muyun arriving with some breakfast.

She saw that although the two hadn't slept all night, they both looked radiant, especially Meng Xihong, whose eyes seemed even more unfathomable than before. Feeling somewhat reassured, she softly said:
"Brother Hong, Elder Yun Song, let's have some breakfast first. Yan Wei's things are all ready."

The two then realized that it was already broad daylight.

Had breakfast.

Meng Xihong, Bai Muyun, Yun Songzi, and Meng Yanwei arrived together at the gate of the Tianyan Sect.

The mountain breeze in the early morning was cool, and it stirred the clothes of everyone.

The rising sun cast its golden rays upon the layered mountain peaks and swirling clouds, adding a touch of grandeur to this farewell.

Today, Meng Yanwei changed into a clean blue Taoist robe and carried a small bag on his back, containing some changes of clothes, books, and the dry food and pills carefully prepared by Bai Muyun. Meng Yanwei's face was tense, and he tried his best to appear calm, but his slightly pursed lips and the occasional glances at his parents still betrayed his reluctance and a hint of nervousness about the unknown journey ahead.

Bai Muyun knelt down and carefully straightened her son's collar, which wasn't actually messy. A thousand words welled up in her mouth, but ultimately condensed into a gentle admonition:

"Wei'er, when you're out and about, you must listen to Senior Yun Song's advice. Don't be willful, eat on time, wear more clothes when it's cold, and be careful in everything you do."

Her eyes were slightly red, but she held back her tears.

Meng Yanwei nodded vigorously, his voice clear yet firm: "Mother, rest assured, Yanwei remembers. I will obediently listen to Master's words, train diligently, and will not bring shame to Master or the sect!"

Meng Xihong stepped forward, looking at his young son who was about to embark on a long journey, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He patted his son's still-tender shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Wei'er, the cultivation of literature and the Way lies in nurturing the noble spirit within one's heart. This spirit cannot be cultivated in seclusion; it requires tempering oneself in the mortal world and discerning right from wrong in worldly affairs."

This journey marks the beginning of your cultivation of inner strength. Observe more, listen more, think more, and understand more.

Fear not in the face of adversity, and maintain upright conduct.

Remember, Tianyan Sect will always be your home, and your parents will always be your support.

"Yes, Father! Yan Wei will certainly remember Father's teachings, uphold righteousness, and live up to the name of Tianyan Sect!"

Meng Yanwei straightened his small chest and answered loudly, his eyes shining with a determination beyond his years.

Yun Songzi watched with a smile from the side, and spoke up at the right moment:

"Don't worry, young Xihong. Mu Yun, I will definitely protect Yan Wei and guide him on the path of literary cultivation."

Meng Xihong and Bai Muyun bowed deeply to Yun Songzi: "In that case, we will trouble you, senior!"

Yun Songzi waved his hand, then, with Meng Yanwei in tow, turned and began the descent down the mountain.

An old man and a young boy walked further and further away on the mountain path, and soon disappeared into the swirling clouds and mist.

Meng Xihong stood there for a long time, the fragments of memories churning in his mind.

The art of divination...

That figure, who resembled him in appearance and possessed an ancient and weathered air...

These sudden fragments of memory collided violently with that memory from Earth!

A sense of panic instantly filled Meng Xihong's heart.

wrong!

He shook his head violently, trying to shake the absurd image out of his mind.

I am Meng Xihong, and I have traveled from Earth! The place I am in is a bright and clean classroom, a place far from the ethereal and otherworldly academy!
I studied math, physics, and English!
He frantically and desperately searched his mind for evidence that belonged to "himself".

He closed his eyes, trying to recall the voices and smiles of his parents from his "past life".

However, his mind was a blur. He could recall the concept of "father," but couldn't piece together a clear face; he could remember the tenderness of "mother," but couldn't grasp even the slightest detail.

Those two faces, which should have been the most memorable in his life, now resembled an old painting soaked in water—faded, mottled, and leaving only a disheartening blank space.

how so!
Those once incredibly real "memories of Earth," everything he was so proud of and that served as the cornerstone of his transmigrator identity, now seemed so illusory, so fragile, so easily torn like a windowpane.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and an unprecedented sense of absurdity filled his mind.

Who am I, really?

(End of this chapter)