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

Chapter 43 Zhao Tieshan in Danger

Outside the courtyard gate, several villagers were carrying a middle-aged man with a pale face, looking flustered.

The person in the lead was Ji Fu, the owner of the pharmacy.

"Master, this man just took our family's prescription to Jishetang to get the medicine. He took it back and soon after, he suddenly fainted and foamed at the mouth!"
"The doctor says it might be poisoning, please take a look!" Ji Fu said urgently.

Meng Xihong's gaze sharpened, and he immediately understood that Manager Qian's counterattack had arrived.

It must be that Jishetang tampered with the medicine, but they're trying to frame Huimin Pharmacy for having a problem with their prescription.

He quickly stepped forward to check, and at the same time used his spiritual sense to send a telepathic message to Bai Muyun: "Sister Yun, you talk to the senior first."

Bai Muyun understood and said apologetically to Yun Songzi, "Senior, it seems someone outside is urgently seeking medical help."

Yun Songzi stood up, but still glanced at Meng Yanwei with lingering affection before saying, "A doctor should have a benevolent heart. I also have some medical knowledge and may be able to help."

At this moment, his mind was still mostly on Meng Yanwei, and offering to help seemed more like an attempt to leave a good impression.

Inside the courtyard, Meng Xihong had already ordered people to arrange for the patients to be placed in the side rooms.

He secretly used his spiritual power to investigate and found that the person was indeed poisoned, but not by medicine; it was some kind of snake venom.

“This isn’t poison from medicine, it’s snake venom,” Meng Xihong said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Ji, bring me the 'Qingxin Jiedu San' from my pharmacy, and add a bit of realgar."

Ji Fu left in a hurry.

Yun Songzi stood aside, her gaze lingering more on Meng Yanwei who had followed her out. The more she looked at him, the happier she became, and she seemed somewhat distracted by the commotion in the courtyard.

Bai Muyun retrieved silver needles from the room, and Meng Xihong took over the treatment.

Before long, Ji Fu returned with the medicine. Meng Xihong personally prepared the medicine and had Bai Muyun use her spiritual power to enhance its effects before administering it to the patient.

After a short while, the patient's complexion gradually returned to normal.

Upon seeing this, the villagers suddenly realized what was going on and began to discuss among themselves: "So it was Jishetang who was behind this!"

"They poisoned themselves and now they want to blame Huimin Pharmacy's prescription!" His words were full of contempt for Jishetang.

Meng Xihong raised his hand to stop the crowd's discussion and said loudly, "Gentlemen, saving lives is the priority right now. Right and wrong will be judged in due time." His magnanimity in repaying evil with good earned him even more respect from the villagers.

After the initial processing was completed, Meng Xihong turned to Yun Songzi and apologized again.

Yun Songzi waved his hand, but looked at Meng Xihong and his wife with earnest eyes: "Saving lives is the most important thing. Young friend, you handled it well. But about the matter of taking on a disciple..." Seeing how much Yun Songzi cared about this, and observing his words and actions, sensing his aura, and with his son's intuition, Meng Xihong was already seven or eight parts convinced.

He exchanged a glance with Bai Muyun and nodded slightly.

Meng Xihong said solemnly, "I am deeply grateful for your kindness, senior. After discussing it with my wife, I am willing to let Yan Wei become your disciple."

"But we still need to ask the child for their own opinion."

He lowered his head and asked Meng Yanwei gently, "Wei'er, would you be willing to become a disciple of this Daoist Yun Songzi and follow him to learn knowledge and...cultivation?"

Meng Yanwei looked at the warm and comfortable "light" emanating from Yun Songzi, and then thought of those amazing knowledge, and nodded vigorously: "Father, Mother, I'm willing."

Upon hearing this, Yun Songzi was overjoyed and wept, somewhat at a loss for words: "Good! Good! Good child! Get up, get up!"

He quickly helped Meng Yanwei, who was about to bow, and looked at this unpolished gem with increasing satisfaction.

"Congratulations, senior, on achieving your wish and taking on such a fine disciple," Meng Xihong said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Patriarch Meng, Madam Bai, rest assured, this old Taoist will not fail you!" Yun Songzi was so excited that he was incoherent.

"After I return and make some preparations, I will choose an auspicious day to formally come and formally formally accept you as my disciple! It is inconvenient to disturb you any longer today, so I will take my leave now!"

As if he was afraid the Meng family would change their minds, or as if he was in a hurry to go back and prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony, he hurriedly took his leave, forgetting to leave even the few "heart-cleansing herbs" behind.

Meng Xihong watched Yun Songzi leave until he was sure he was really gone, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking down into her son's clear eyes, she was overwhelmed with emotions.

Today's events have taken many twists and turns, unexpectedly leading to Yanwei being assigned a master of extraordinary origin. Whether this brings fortune or misfortune is uncertain, but at least for now, it seems like a fortuitous encounter. "Father, will that master really teach me a lot of knowledge in the future?" Meng Yanwei asked, looking up.

"Yes, he will." Meng Xihong patted his son's head, his eyes deep. "He will teach you some very important knowledge."

Meng Xihong withdrew his gaze from the direction Yun Songzi had left, the gentleness in his eyes quickly replaced by calmness and sharpness.

He instructed Bai Muyun to take Meng Yanwei back to his room first, while he discussed the matter in hushed tones with Zhang Xianghua and Ji Beichuan, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Xianghua, strengthen nighttime vigilance, especially around the herb garden and the quiet room, and increase the number of sentries."

"Beichuan, you can start spreading rumors in the village, but do it naturally, don't force it," Meng Xihong quickly gave the order.
"Manager Qian will not give up easily after this defeat; we must guard against him resorting to desperate measures."

At the same time, although Senior Yun Songzi seems to have come to take on disciples, his whereabouts are unpredictable, so we cannot let our guard down completely.

"Yes, patriarch!" the two replied in unison, and immediately went their separate ways.

It's night, everything is silent.

Meng Xihong sat cross-legged in the quiet room, not in a hurry to cultivate, but instead focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ancient family genealogy scroll floated silently, and the newly opened [Family Artifact] page on it shimmered with light. The words "Requires Foundation Establishment Stage to view" were both a restriction and a powerful temptation and motivation.

“Foundation Establishment stage…family artifact…” Meng Xihong murmured to himself, feeling his own Qi Refining seventh level cultivation and the family fortune gathered on the family tree, which was much richer than before.

"Personal cultivation and the rise and fall of a family are indeed closely linked. To obtain a magical artifact to protect the family, one must first become strong and lead the family forward."

His plans for the future became increasingly clear.

Just as he was about to begin his daily cultivation, a very subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy was detected by his exceptionally keen spiritual sense after his advancement, in the far distance outside the window.

This fluctuation wasn't directed at the Meng family; it was more like a remnant of a long-distance communication spell.

Meng Xihong's heart stirred, and he quietly got up and silently went to the courtyard.

A moment later, a barely perceptible dark shadow swept over the wall and landed in the courtyard, where it was caught precisely by Zhang Xianghua.

It was a well-trained night-flying carrier pigeon with a thinner bamboo tube tied to its leg.

Zhang Xianghua took the bamboo tube and immediately presented it to Meng Xihong.

The handwriting on the note was more hurried and rushed than before, even showing a hint of anxiety.

"Urgent! The cargo owner is someone of immense importance, suspected to be from the 'Yin Sha Sect,' we've already detected them. Eagle Beak is also likely unstable, proceed with caution! If you see signal smoke, flee immediately! Don't worry about me! — Iron Mountain"

Meng Xihong's pupils suddenly contracted.

The three characters “Yin Sha Sect” seemed to carry a chilling aura.

Zhao Tieshan's letter almost explicitly indicated that Eagle's Beak was likely a trap, and that he himself was already in danger. This was a final warning.

“Patriarch…” Zhang Xianghua also saw the contents and his expression changed drastically. “Yin Sha Sect! I’ve heard about this sect’s deeds while hunting. They’ve committed countless evils and are such a wicked and heretical sect! This trip is too dangerous; you absolutely cannot go!”

Meng Xihong remained silent for a moment, his eyes shifting uncertainly.

Although Zhao Tieshan's relationship with others was based on mutual benefit, this message he sent revealed a degree of chivalry and loyalty characteristic of people from the martial arts world.

Moreover, the appearance of the Yin Sha Sect means that the trouble is far greater than imagined, and it is by no means something that can be resolved by simply avoiding this transaction.

Since the other party was able to find Zhao Tieshan, it's probably only a matter of time before they traced the clues to Yunni Township and the Meng family.

Since there's no way to avoid it, we might as well take the initiative to find out the truth.

“No, I must go.” Meng Xihong’s voice was low but firm.

"Not only do we need to investigate thoroughly, but we also need to let Zhao Tieshan know that the Meng family is not one that can only share wealth and prosperity but not hardship. Moreover, the threat of the Yin Sha Sect is imminent. If we don't figure out their strengths and weaknesses, the Meng family may never have peace in the future!"

He looked at Zhang Xianghua: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Go and prepare immediately, and give me that pseudo-spiritual plant according to plan."

Also, bring me the low-grade spirit stones I acquired some time ago; I need to make some preparations.

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