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

Chapter 27 The Shadow of the Locust Tree Devours Ghosts, Thick Earth Suppresses Calamity

Backyard quiet room.

A cold glint flashed in Meng Xihong's eyes. Deep within his consciousness, the ancient, golden genealogy book suddenly shone brightly.

On the pages, the names of Meng Xihong himself, Bai Muyun, Meng Yanqing, Meng Yanwei, and Meng Yanning were displayed. Behind them, a faint golden aura swirled wildly, and a weak yet incredibly resilient "force" suddenly condensed.

This nascent family fortune, like an invisible shield, instantly enveloped the entire core area of ​​the backyard.

Meng Xihong clearly sensed that his perception of the spiritual energy within the courtyard and his intuition about danger had both improved.

With the blessing of good fortune, its wonders are endless!
He suddenly stood up, stepped out of the quiet room, and appeared like a ghost behind the moon gate leading to the courtyard.

There were no roars, no howls, only a chilling killing intent solidified into reality.

On the wall, the second batch of Azure Scale Guards leaped down and pounced on the chaotic crowd in the front yard, attempting to clear the area quickly and head straight for the back yard.

It's now!

Meng Xihong's mind raced, and the earth elemental spiritual power within his dantian, as thick as a mountain, instantly connected with the earth veins beneath his feet.

"Om~"

A deep, rumbling sound suddenly rang out from the earth's veins.

Beneath several bluestone slabs near the inner side of the gate in the front yard, the powder of the Enchanting Grass, which he had carefully buried, triggered a mechanism, causing it to suddenly explode upwards.

Fine purple powder was carried by an invisible force, swirling like a purple whirlwind towards the second batch of Azure Scale Guards who had just landed and were not yet firmly on their feet.

"Cough cough! What is that?!"

"Watch out! It's poison powder!"

Caught off guard, the Azure Scale Guards were instantly engulfed by purple smoke and dust. The powder inhaled into their nasal cavities, causing them to feel dizzy, their blood to surge, and their limbs to go weak.

While the hallucinogenic effects of the intoxicating herb are unlikely to cause fatal damage to them, the sudden confusion and momentary sluggishness can be deadly in a life-or-death struggle!

"Kill!" Zhang Xianghua roared. The yamen runners, who had already put on their masks as ordered, seized this critical opportunity and charged out from the shadows of the east courtyard wall.

His steel blade, imbued with the power of early-stage internal energy, slashed like a bolt of lightning towards the neck of a Qinglin Guard whose eyes were blinded by poison powder.

A flash of light, and a head flew off! Hot blood splattered all over Zhang Xianghua's face.

This unexpected turn of events temporarily narrowed the gap between the constables and the cultivators. Martial arts held the upper hand in the confined space!

"Brothers! Avenge our fallen comrades!" Ji Beichuan leaped down from the roof of the woodshed, his long, narrow water-splitting dagger darting like a venomous snake's tongue as he stabbed at the ribs of another Qinglin Guard! Although his movements were not as fierce as Zhang Xianghua's, he was ruthless and precise.

The remaining loyal constables, their eyes bloodshot with rage, roared as they charged out of their ambush, fearlessly attacking the Qinglin Guards who were slowed down by the poison powder.

Despite their low cultivation levels, their courage and familiarity with the terrain allowed them to launch a small counter-offensive in an instant.

Swords flashed and blood flew everywhere!
The killing field in the front yard was momentarily thrown into chaos and stalemate due to the disruption caused by the powdered intoxicating herb and the desperate counterattack by Zhang Xianghua and others.

"Useless trash!" Lin Bao saw everything clearly from the front yard gate, his scarred face contorted with rage. He hadn't expected his opponent to have such a sinister plan.

He swung his ghost-head saber sharply, pointing it towards the moon gate in the backyard, and roared at the two old men beside him, "Ignore these small fry! Charge in! Arrest them!"

The withered old man holding the "Spirit Devouring Disc" could no longer suppress his greed for the source of the immortal bones. With a strange cry, his figure transformed into a fleeting black shadow, bypassing the chaotic battlefield in the front yard, and rushed straight towards the Moon Cave Gate!

The round-faced old man with an even more profound aura followed closely behind, his eyes sinister, dark light flashing on his withered claws, his target directly at Meng Xihong, who was blocking the door.

"Hmph!" Meng Xihong showed no fear in his eyes, but instead his fighting spirit soared. He was waiting for these two old devils to break away from the group!

The gaunt old man was the fastest, arriving at the Moon Cave entrance in the blink of an eye.

He didn't even glance at Meng Xihong; his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the direction of the back room, and the Soul Devouring Disc in his hand was surging with blood-red light, its pointer swinging wildly between Meng Yanning and Meng Xihong.

He abandoned Meng Xihong, a troublesome target, and with his left hand forming a hand seal, a cold and vicious stream of black spiritual energy shot towards the tightly closed door like a venomous snake. He intended to force his way in and kidnap Meng Xihong!

Just as he unleashed his spiritual power.

"Whoosh!"

In the front yard, above the moon gate, the old locust tree with its lush branches and leaves moved its countless leaves without any wind!

A line of death, deeper than the night itself and almost completely blending into the darkness, shot out silently from the dense foliage of the locust tree, carrying a chilling killing intent and extreme speed! Its target was the throat of the withered old man, exposed by his focused spellcasting.

Shadow Assassin!
Meng Xihong, with his exceptional comprehension of "literary spirit and integrity," combined it with the aura-concealing properties of the locust wood, integrating it into the protective formation, transforming it into a hidden killing move that delivers a fatal blow!
Its ability to conceal one's breath, combined with Meng Xihong's spiritual power driven by the fourth level of Qi Refining, was brought to its fullest potential at this moment!
Swift! Ruthless! Cunning! The timing was impeccable.

The withered old man was completely focused on breaking down the door and kidnapping people. The greed of the Spirit Devouring Disc for the immortal bones attracted all his attention, and he was completely unaware of the silent and deadly attack coming from above!
"Pfft——!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and bone was so clear it made your teeth ache!

The emaciated old man's body suddenly stiffened!

He looked down in disbelief and saw only the tip of a black dagger, covered in thick blood, protruding from his throat!

All his movements, all his spiritual power, all his greed, froze at this moment.

He opened his mouth, trying to make a sound, but only large gushes of bubbly, foul blood gushed out.

The Soul Devouring Disc fell to the ground with a clatter, its blood-red pointer spinning wildly for a few moments before dimming completely.

"Uh...uh..." The withered old man made a hoarse sound like a broken bellows in his throat. The light in his eyes quickly disappeared, leaving only endless horror and bewilderment. Then he collapsed limply.

"Old ghost!" The round-faced old man following closely behind let out a shrill roar, his eyes wide with rage.

He watched helplessly as his companion was instantly killed, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.

The other party's methods were ruthless, precise, and completely exceeded their expectations!
This was not some lucky martial artist who killed Lin Fei; he was a terrifying opponent who planned every step of the way and whose cunning was as deep as an abyss.

Overwhelmed with shock and rage, the round-faced old man unleashed all his fear and murderous intent upon Meng Xihong, who stood in his way.

"Die!" A dark light shone brightly on his withered claws, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, as he viciously clawed at Meng Xihong's heart.

The claws were sharp and fierce, and the faint, illusory cries of countless wronged souls pierced the soul.

This is his ultimate move—the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Heart Claw!

Faced with this deadly attack delivered with fury, Meng Xihong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he neither dodged nor evaded.

To deal with this inherently cold and yin power, Meng Xihong did not use the power of the Green Wood, but instead focused all his energy on the Thick Earth Technique.

His body instantly solidified into a thick, tangible armor of earthen-yellow spiritual light. His right fist clenched, his bones throbbed, and the earthen-yellow light on his fist, imbued with righteous energy, fiercely met the sinister claws.

fists and claws collide
"Bang! Boom!"

An even more violent shockwave suddenly exploded outwards.

This time, Meng Xihong felt a chilling, bone-piercing, and intensely mentally impactful alien spiritual power crash into his body.

He groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and stumbled back three steps with a series of cracking sounds, each step leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone ground.

However, the thick layer of earthy yellow spiritual light on his fist fluctuated violently, yet it resisted the erosion of the opponent's claw force like a rock and did not dissipate.

The round-faced old man felt as if his claws were gripping a moving mountain.

An overwhelming and incredibly heavy force of recoil, mixed with pure earth elemental energy, surged fiercely into the meridians of his arm.

His face instantly turned from white to red, then from red to green, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance. His entire right arm was trembling uncontrollably, and his finger bones were in excruciating pain.

"You...your spiritual power..." The round-faced old man stared at Meng Xihong in utter shock. The other man's power was incredibly strong, and it also carried a pure aura that could restrain his evil cultivation techniques.

This is definitely not an ordinary Qi Refining Level 4.

Just as the two clashed and their energy exploded!
Inside the side room in the backyard.

"Yan Ning!" Bai Muyun's heart was breaking, and she tightly protected Meng Yan Ning behind her.

Meng Yanqing and Meng Yanwei were also pale-faced, clinging tightly to their mother. Their small bodies trembled with fear, but deep in their eyes was a stubbornness that refused to yield.

Outside the gate, although the round-faced old man had been repelled, Lin Bao had led the elite Qinglin Guards, who had dealt with the scattered resistance in the front yard, to the outside of the moon gate like a tide.

Pairs of eyes, filled with murderous intent and greed, were fixed on the tightly closed door.

(End of this chapter)