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

Chapter 71 The Meng Family Welcomes a New Member, the Beginning of Defying Fate
Among the crowd, two tall figures watched this scene with smiles on their faces.

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua stood in front of the crowd, maintaining order with smiles on their faces. Three years had passed, and their fierce and valiant spirit had been replaced by a calm and composed demeanor.

The two diligently practiced the martial arts passed down by Meng Xihong every day, and with the nourishment of spiritual medicine, they have now both reached the level of Grandmaster of Transformation Realm. Every move they make exudes the demeanor of a Grandmaster.

Not far away, their wives each held a child of about two years old, looking at their husbands with eyes full of pride. The children, with their chubby faces, curiously observed the lively scene.

The Meng family has already grown into a large and prosperous family.

After seeing off the villagers, the courtyard returned to tranquility.

Ji Beichuan leaned closer and chuckled, "Master, look at Madam's belly, she's almost there again! It has to be you, you were just talking about us brothers a couple of years ago, and now you're pregnant with your fourth one!"

Zhang Xianghua nodded vigorously, his face full of agreement.

Meng Xihong glanced at them sideways and laughed, "They're exceptionally talented, there's nothing we can do about it. You two should hurry up, otherwise in a few years, my Meng family will be full of my offspring, and you'll become collateral branches."

Ji Beichuan immediately became anxious: "Master, this is no laughing matter! My wife said she will definitely give you a big, healthy nephew next year!"

As the group chatted and laughed, Meng Xihong's gaze fell on several children playing in the courtyard.

Meng Yanqing is now eight and a half years old. She has a tall and straight figure, and her eyes reveal a determination beyond her years.

Meng Yanwei is seven years old now. He is not very tall, but he always stands very straight. He holds an ancient book that Yun Songzi found somewhere and is reading it with great interest. Occasionally, he looks up at his younger sister who is running around, his eyes full of calm wisdom.

Seven-year-old Meng Yanning, on the other hand, was like a happy butterfly, running around in the yard. She was born with flawless immortal bones, and even without anyone's guidance, she had already reached the third level of Qi Refining through her instinctive breathing exercises, which was higher than her mother's.

Yun Songzi stroked his meticulously groomed beard, looking at the three children with a smile on his face.

"Xihong, your three kids are all prodigies, each one more extraordinary than the last," Yun Songzi said, taking a sip of tea and marveling at their abilities.

"The eldest brother has the natural talent for body refinement, it's a pity that the path of body refinement is difficult in this world. The second brother is the future of our Haoran Academy, needless to say. As for this little girl... tsk tsk, I've lived for hundreds of years and I've never seen anything so outrageous. She has natural immortal bones and her cultivation increases even when she drinks water."

Meng Xihong smiled but didn't reply. He walked to Bai Muyun's side and gently helped her up.

Bai Muyun's belly is already quite big; this is their fourth child, and the due date is in the next few days.

"Husband, tell me, who does this child resemble more?" Bai Muyun leaned against Meng Xihong's chest, her face radiating maternal glow.

"It doesn't matter who she looks like, as long as she's safe and sound," Meng Xihong said softly, her eyes full of expectation.

With the birth of another child, a new page will be turned in the family tree, and a new talent attribute will be gained.

[Martial Arts Foundation], [Literary Spirit], [Immortal Spirit]—each of these attributes brought about earth-shattering changes to the Meng family. What will it be this time?

Is it the "Creative Mastery" that allows him to advance his alchemy and weapon crafting skills by leaps and bounds? Or is it the "Natural Way" that allows him to effortlessly create arrays and talismans?
Meng Xihong's heart was filled with burning anticipation.

The year-end passed slowly in this warm and expectant atmosphere.

The Lantern Festival has just passed on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

That afternoon, the doors and windows of the Meng family compound were tightly closed, and the atmosphere was unusually tense.

Bai Muyun is about to give birth.

Inside the bedroom, the midwife and several capable women who had been hired were going in and out, bringing in basins of hot water and towels, and bringing them out basins of water.

Meng Xihong stood in the courtyard, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the door.

His face remained calm, but his heart was far from as composed as it appeared. At dawn, the daily divination hexagram in his mind still loomed over him like a dark cloud.

[Daily Divination, Today's Hexagram: Extremely Inauspicious. Heaven and Earth reverse, golden light dispels filth; all laws are severed, a glimmer of hope may be hidden in the divination. Fortune is at its worst; it is advisable to concentrate efforts and avoid defying fate alone.]

The word "extremely unlucky" weighed heavily on his mind, and the fact that it was such a bad omen made Meng Xihong feel uneasy.

Even though he was now a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of the word "fate." His slightly clenched fist revealed the turmoil in his heart.

In addition to the tension of being a husband and father, there is an added sense of vigilance and unease about unknown dangers.

Meng Yanqing stood beside his father, his little face tense, standing ramrod straight like his father, but his worried eyes betrayed him. Meng Yanwei sat quietly on the stone bench, holding a book in his hands, his small brows slightly furrowed, as if he were praying for his mother in his own way.

The youngest daughter, Meng Yanning, was the most impatient. She tugged at her father's sleeve, tilted her delicate, pretty face up, and whispered:
"Father, when will Mother come out? Ning'er feels... there's a bright little light in the room."

She was born with extraordinary talent, and her perception of life force far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Meng Xihong bent down, touched his daughter's head, and said in a low voice, "Soon, when that little light gets a little brighter, you'll be able to see your younger brother or sister."

Time passes bit by bit.

The atmosphere in the courtyard grew increasingly heavy, and even the wind seemed to stop blowing.

Just as Meng Xihong's heart tightened, and he almost couldn't resist releasing his divine sense to investigate...

"Wow--!"

A loud, extremely clear cry from a newborn baby suddenly shattered the silence of the courtyard.

The cry was full of energy, as if it carried a power that penetrated people's hearts, making everyone in the courtyard feel relieved.

Meng Yanqing's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, Meng Yanwei raised his head, and Meng Yanning happily clapped his hands.

"Born! Born!"

The midwife ran out with a beaming smile and bowed repeatedly to Meng Xihong.

"Congratulations, Mr. Meng! Congratulations! It's a healthy baby boy, and both mother and child are safe and sound!"

The four words "Mother and child are safe" were like heavenly music, instantly shattering the gloom that had shrouded Meng Xihong's heart.

His tense body suddenly relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath, which seemed to carry away all his unease and anxiety.

Instead of checking on the child first, he strode into the bedroom and went to the bedside.

Bai Muyun's hair was soaked with sweat, and her face was a little pale, but her eyes shone with a satisfied and gentle light.

"My husband," she said softly.

"Thank you for your hard work." Meng Xihong held her hand and transferred a wisp of pure green wood spiritual energy to her, nourishing her body which was weakened after childbirth.

"I'm fine." Bai Muyun shook her head, her eyes full of tenderness. "Go and check on the child."

Meng Xihong nodded before turning around.

The midwife had already wrapped the baby in soft swaddling clothes and carefully brought him over, her wrinkled face beaming with joy.

"Sir, look at this young master! He's so handsome, and his cry is so loud. He's sure to have a great future!"

Meng Xihong's heart was instantly filled with a warm emotion.

He reached out and carefully took the little life from the midwife's hands.

The child is light, yet heavy.

What matters is a heavy responsibility, a legacy passed down through bloodlines.

The instant he embraced the child, a sudden change occurred in his mind!
The golden family tree phantom, which had been dormant for several years, suddenly trembled and burst forth with unprecedentedly dazzling golden light.

Golden light surged like a tide, instantly filling his entire sea of ​​consciousness!
The genealogy book flipped automatically with a "whoosh," passing over the pages of the eldest son Meng Yanqing, the second son Meng Yanwei, and the eldest daughter Meng Yanning, finally stopping at a brand new, blank page.

A lifelike silhouette of a tiny baby boy slowly takes shape in the center of the page, identical to the child in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, a line of familiar golden characters appeared below the phantom.

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