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

Chapter 70 Leaving my hometown in the morning sun, a grand ambition shines through the clouds.

Time flies, and another Spring Festival is approaching. In the blink of an eye, Meng Xihong and his companions have been in Yunni Township for three years.

Life in Yunni Township was peaceful and fulfilling. For the Meng family, these three years were a golden period for consolidating their foundation and accumulating strength.

The festive atmosphere in Yunni Township is several times stronger than in previous years.

Brand new red lanterns were hung in front of every household, and children dressed in new clothes chased and played in the snow, their laughter echoing throughout the village.

And the center of this bustling scene was undoubtedly the Meng family compound.

Before dawn, the courtyard gate was already crowded with villagers carrying baskets and shoulder poles. The baskets contained their own fat chickens, the shoulder poles contained freshly laid eggs, homemade rice wine, and dried goods.

"Mr. Meng! I've come to wish you a Happy New Year!"

"Mr. Meng, Happy New Year!"

Simple, genuine smiles, heartfelt greetings.

Meng Xihong stood at the door, personally welcoming each villager in with a gentle smile on his face.

Village chief Wang Qinian, leaning on his cane, squeezed to the front, his cloudy old eyes filled with reluctance.

"Mr. Meng, are you... really leaving?"

As soon as he said this, the noisy courtyard fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Meng Xihong.

Meng Xihong nodded, his voice carrying clearly throughout the room.

"Uncle Wang, fellow villagers, all good things must come to an end. Our Meng family has troubled you all for three years, and we thank you for your hospitality."

"Sir, what are you saying!" a burly man exclaimed anxiously. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have the good life we ​​have today!"

"Yes! Your Huimin Pharmacy has saved so many lives! The herbs are good, and the prices are fair!"

"And the Five Animal Frolics you taught me, I'm full of energy now, and I don't get sick in winter!"

The villagers chattered amongst themselves, their words filled with gratitude and a desire for the villagers to stay.

In these three years, Meng Xihong did not do anything earth-shattering; he simply put his goodwill into practice.

The medicinal herbs in the pharmacy were carefully cultivated by Bai Muyun using his spiritual power, making them far more effective than ordinary herbs, yet they were priced only as usual. The "Five Animal Frolics" he taught could improve blood circulation and strengthen the body. His occasional pointers on improving farming tools increased the harvest by 20-30%.

Every little detail has deeply touched people's hearts. The name "Mr. Meng" carries immense weight in Yunni Township.

Meng Xihong felt a warmth in his heart and bowed deeply to everyone.

He spoke in a clear voice, not loud, but clearly heard by everyone: "The children have grown up and need to go out and see the world. Yunni Township is the blessed land of the Meng family. How could I, Meng Xihong, forget my roots?"

He changed the subject, a relaxed smile on his face: "Besides, even though I'm gone, the doors of this Huimin Pharmacy will always be open for the villagers!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask loudly, "Then...the price of the medicine?"

The man who asked the question blushed and his voice grew softer. The woman next to him pinched him hard. "Such a great favor, and you're still thinking about such a small amount!"

Meng Xihong laughed heartily and pointed at the man, saying, "Good question! I'll put it this way today: the pharmacy will still be managed by our Uncle Ji, and the same old rules apply—the price won't go up by a single penny!"

"it is good!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd, and smiles returned to everyone's faces. The reluctance to part was instantly diluted by this sense of security and warmth.

The burly man who had been so agitated earlier, named Li Dazhuang, was now even more excited, his face flushed red. He tried to kneel down with a "plop," but Meng Xihong quickly caught him.

"Mr. Meng, I... I'm tongue-tied and don't know how to speak!" Li Dazhuang's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion.
“I’ll kowtow to you on behalf of my second son! If it weren’t for your respect for him and letting him become the manager of a branch store in the county, he wouldn’t be where he is today! He earns more in a month than I would in a year if I dug in the soil!”

These words immediately caused an uproar in the crowd.

"Yes, yes, my son was selected too. He manages a shop in the neighboring county. He sent a message back last month saying he's saved up money to get married!"

"Mr. Meng is truly our great benefactor!"

It turns out that in the past two years, Huimin Pharmacy's reputation has spread far and wide, reaching every corner of the surrounding area.

Taking advantage of the situation, Meng Xihong opened eighteen branches in Yuntian County, where Yunni Township is located, as well as in several surrounding counties.

Instead of hiring people from outside, he selected hardworking but talentless young people from Yunni Township and sent them to Ji Fu for training.

After learning to identify medicinal herbs and manage accounts, they were directly sent out to be branch managers, and the wages they offered were enough to make any farmer envious.

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

In Yunni Township today, which family doesn't have a relative working at Huimin Pharmacy? This is no longer just a matter for Meng Xihong's family, but a major issue concerning the livelihoods of hundreds of households throughout the township.

Uncle Ji, the old man who used to just run a shop in the village, is now the general manager of eighteen branches. He travels between counties every day, coordinating medicinal herbs and checking accounts. Although he has become thinner, he is more energetic than ever before and walks with a brisk pace.

Of course, all of this confidence stems from Bai Muyun.

As her mastery of spiritual plants grew more proficient, coupled with the blessing of the secret realm, the medicinal herbs she cultivated became increasingly potent. Meng Xihong simply opened a special "Cultivator's Counter" in several large stores in the county town.

Ordinary medicinal herbs are still sold to the villagers at bargain prices, while those herbs containing a trace of spiritual energy are sold to passing cultivators at ten or even a hundred times the price.

The cultivators weren't stupid. They knew that spiritual plants of this quality could only be exchanged for contribution points in their sects, but here they could buy them with spirit stones, gold, silver, or cultivation materials. It was an incredible bargain, and everyone was scrambling to get them.

Over time, Huimin Pharmacy made a fortune, easily paying the high wages of the village militiamen and even having a large surplus.

The villagers' gazes towards Meng Xihong had completely changed.

It was not just gratitude, but a deep-seated reverence.

This Mr. Meng, without making a sound, has woven a vast network covering several counties, bringing prosperity and stability to the villagers of Yunni Township.

His departure was not abandonment, but rather a journey to a wider world, so as to better protect this blessed land.

The noisy courtyard fell silent again, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Village chief Wang Qinian, leaning on his cane, walked shakily to Meng Xihong again. In his cloudy old eyes, the reluctance had faded, replaced by a deep expectation.

"Mr. Meng, are you going on a journey... to undertake something earth-shattering?"

Meng Xihong did not answer immediately. He turned around and looked towards the eastern horizon, where a red sun was bursting forth, dyeing the clouds in the sky a magnificent gold.

His gaze swept over the simple, honest faces, finally settling on the group of young villagers standing ramrod straight in the back row.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice calm yet possessing a calming power.

"Uncle Wang, it's not an earth-shattering event."

He smiled, then changed the subject, "However, it is indeed necessary to go and strive for a better future for our Yunni Township and for our own children."

"A brighter future?" The villagers looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

Meng Xihong looked at Li Dazhuang, who had been so excited he almost knelt down, and said loudly, "Brother Dazhuang, your second son manages a shop in the county. He's doing quite well, isn't he?"

Li Dazhuang was taken aback, then quickly nodded and grinned, "Thanks to you, sir, it's very good, very good!"

“But in our village, there are some young men who aren’t suited for business, but are born to be martial arts experts.” Meng Xihong’s voice suddenly rose. “It would be such a waste to make them spend their whole lives as guards, tending a small pharmacy!”

Upon hearing this, the parents of the group of villagers quickened their breathing, their eyes fixed on Meng Xihong with burning anticipation.

Meng Xihong took a deep breath, his voice echoing throughout the courtyard.

"My purpose in going out this time is to find a blessed land, establish a sect, and build a sect that belongs to us."
"Zongmen?"

These two words were too distant for the villagers. For a moment, the courtyard fell silent again, with only heavy breathing sounds.

Meng Xihong knew what they were thinking, and he patiently explained, "The villagers can treat it as a bigger home, a school where they can learn real skills!"

From now on, any talented, virtuous, and loyal youth from our Yunni Township, after being personally examined by a highly respected elder I invited—Senior Yun Songzi—can be accepted into the sect!

He paused, then spoke each word with conviction.

"They will be the first batch of disciples to establish the sect, the future protectors and backbone, and the true support for our Yunni Township in the future!"

These words struck the crowd like a thunderclap!
Can the parents who are guards of a sect be the same as the parents who are the "founding disciples" or "future protectors" of a sect?

An old man, his beard trembling with excitement, slapped his son on the back of the head and roared, "Did you hear that! You're not going to be a shopkeeper anymore, you're going to become a celestial master! Hurry up and thank Mr. Meng!"

The young man's face was flushed, and he was too excited to speak. He just kept nodding his head in Meng Xihong's direction.

The entire courtyard instantly erupted in excitement.

This was no longer a plea to stay, but a grand farewell.

Sending off their child to embark on a glorious future they never dared to dream of!
Looking at the scene before him, Meng Xihong felt a surge of pride.

He gazed at the rising sun, which had completely risen above the horizon, its golden rays bathing him in a soft glow.

"This is just the beginning."

"One day, the Meng family will resound throughout the heavens!"

(End of this chapter)