Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 30 Immortals and Mortals Are Ultimately Separated

Meng Cang stood frozen, mouth agape, only intermittent breaths escaping his lips:

"Immortal... Immortal..."

A single word stuck in his throat, he wanted to spit it out but couldn't, he wanted to swallow it but couldn't, it felt like a dull knife was sawing back and forth in his internal organs.

I racked my brains, spent half my life running around, and tried to get close to the altar, only to kneel and wretchedly before a toad.

But you, Meng Lie, do no scheming, no plotting...

You actually became an immortal?

Why?

Why do all the good things fall on you? The position of clan leader is yours, and now even this extraordinary destiny is yours!

In the blink of an eye, Meng Cang understood everything.

Boundary Marker Mountain is located on the southern border, where miasma is thin and poisonous creatures are scarce. For ordinary cave dwellers, it is a dead end, but for those seeking immortality and enlightenment, it is a place far from the infighting of the Thirty-Six Caves, far from the prying eyes of the sacred altar, and far from all worldly troubles.

That is the Great Dao... the supreme Dao that so many people seek but cannot attain!

Meng Cang felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out, leaving him feeling empty and chilled by the cold wind.

The power, glory, and position of clan leader that he had pursued for half his life seemed utterly laughable at this moment. How could the power of a mortal compare to the strength of an immortal?

On the eaves, Zhang Nanfeng's mind was in turmoil, with only one thought churning within him.

I've searched high and low, but found it nowhere...

It all felt like a dream.

The dreamlike state startled him awake. He quickly looked inward to check his own body and confirmed that the change in "hidden breath" was still tightly binding his blood vessels. Only then did he calm down a little.

Fortunately... fortunately, I used Hidden Breath.

He had no doubt that if he were to swagger about on the eaves right now, he would be detected by Meng Liexian's perception.

With a single thought, the immortal swept down a crimson light, and even with his two supernatural powers, he would have no chance of escaping Meng Lie's clutches.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nanfeng reinforced his hidden energy several times over, suppressing his breathing to almost nothing, turning himself into a shadow, with only his toad-like eyes fixed on the center of the hall.

"May the immortals protect us!"

"Chieftain...the chieftain was actually an immortal!"

One person shouted loudly, causing the entire bamboo house to collapse like waves of wheat. Some people wept bitterly, while others kowtowed repeatedly, and the chaotic sounds echoed inside the bamboo house.

Meng Yuanshan slammed his knees to the ground, his single eye fixed on the black-robed figure, his gaze a mixture of fervor and awe, his voice hoarse and trembling:

"Meng Yuanshan...pays respects to the immortal!"

Meng Jinchuan, however, did not kneel.

He stood there, staring at his father who had never looked at him properly, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He didn't utter a word, only slowly lowered his head.

Meng Shi knelt down the fastest.

The man with thick eyebrows and large eyes was now ashen-faced, and he kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling with sobs as he said:

"Second brother... second brother, please forgive me! Third brother was foolish, third brother deserves to die! Second... no, immortal! Immortal, spare my life!"

Meng Cang remained frozen in the center of the hall, gazing at Meng Lie, at that face that bore a slight resemblance to his own yet was now worlds apart.

Meng Lie finally made a move.

With a single step, his black robe billowed in the wind as he swept to Meng Cang's side.

A hand covered in scales landed on his shoulder.

"Big brother."

A gentle, soft call resonated so strongly that it made Meng Cang's eardrums ache.

Meng Cang seemed to awaken from a dream, his knees buckled and he was about to kneel down:

"I......"

Meng Lie caught him.

The cold, scaly palm held him firmly in place.

"No need to kneel."

"I know about my elder brother's plans over the years. I originally intended to... keep it a secret for a while longer, until my cultivation was stable, before telling you all the details. I never expected that my elder brother would poison me."

Meng Cangmian's face twitched, her heart wracked with shame, indignation, and terror:

"Why...why did you hide this from me?"

"I am your elder brother! Now that you have embarked on the path of immortality, why did you even keep it from me? You...you don't believe me?"

Meng Lie looked at him quietly, without anger or joy, only utter exhaustion:

"That's enough."

He withdrew his hands, placing them behind his back, and his gaze swept over the entire clansman, displaying the full majesty of a clan leader:

"Let bygones be bygones, and let no more trouble arise. The Meng family... cannot afford internal strife."

Meng Cang's lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately lowered his head and remained silent.

Meng Lie then turned to Meng Shi and nodded slightly:

"Third brother, get up."

Meng Cangye turned his head, reached out and helped Meng Shi up, patting his shoulder stiffly as a gesture of comfort.

Meng Shi stood up tremblingly, not daring to raise his eyes.

Meng Lie turned around and faced the hundreds of clansmen kneeling below him. His blood energy surged again, but it was no longer oppressive. Instead, it was like a blood moon hanging in the center of the hall, enveloping everyone in it.

"From this day forward, the Meng family will no longer be confined to Boundary Stele Mountain. Neither the Thirty-Six Caves nor the Sacred Altar hold any threat. I, Meng Lie, hereby swear that I will lead you all to seek the Great Dao and together embark on the path to immortality!"

"Let's embark on the path to immortality together!"

A shout erupted from the tribe, and their previous fear turned into ecstatic joy.

Meng Shi was the first to recover from the shock and suddenly realized what was happening.

The entire clan has heard of the celestial encounter tonight! If word gets out, the Holy Altar will surely intervene, and the Meng family will be guilty of possessing a treasure, facing annihilation in an instant!

"Shut up, all of you!" Meng Shi shouted, his thick eyebrows raised, suppressing the noise.

"Anyone who dares to divulge the matter of the immortal's destiny will be executed according to clan rules! Meng Yuanshan!"

Meng Yuanshan jolted awake, his only remaining right eye suddenly clearing:

"Third Uncle!"

"Immediately take men and seal off the village gates. No one is allowed to leave, only those who enter! Also, check tonight's patrols, guards, and even the kitchen helpers—not a single one can be missed!"

"Nephew obeys!"

Meng Yuanshan got up and left. The cloth wrapped around his left eye was soaked with sweat and stuck stickily to the empty socket.

He found it in the way, so he ripped it off, revealing his dark eye sockets to everyone.

But his steps showed no sign of self-doubt or hesitation; he moved like an arrow, swiftly disappearing into the night.

Meng Shi watched his retreating figure calm down slightly, then once again reprimanded the fervent clansmen:

"Silence! Everyone be silent! Anyone who shouts again will be whipped!"

The shout from the tribesmen subsided slightly, but the fire of ambition in their eyes burned even brighter.

At that moment, Meng Lie turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Meng Jinchuan in the corner:

"Kikawa."

Meng Jinchuan was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward:

"Father."

"Go to my building," Meng Lie said in a very low voice, barely audible to those nearby, "and bring me the 'Silence Gu'."

Meng Jinchuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The tongue-silencing gu is planted in the throat. Once the host utters the forbidden words, the gu worm will immediately bite through the throat, causing the person to die from a ruptured throat.

He looked up and met Meng Lie's gaze.

That was the first time in thirteen years that he had seen trust in his father's eyes.

Meng Jinchuan felt a pang of sorrow, then a sudden chill ran through him, and he bowed his head heavily.

"Yes, Father."

After saying that, he turned and walked away quickly.

Meng Cang stood to the side, taking in the entire scene.

He then looked at his clansmen, whose eyes were full of hope and who were still shouting, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

After about half an incense stick's time, the Meng family members gradually calmed down from their frenzy and began whispering among themselves in twos and threes.

Some were plotting how to use their divine favor to improve their poison skills, some were fantasizing about what position they could get after the Meng family dominated the southern border, and some even had the delusion of achieving immortality with Meng Lie.

An eerie peace permeated the bamboo house.

In the shadows cast by the eaves, Zhang Nanfeng suddenly felt a chill.

He smelled a scent.

An overwhelming, pungent stench of blood wafted from somewhere in the village. It was as if one were already trapped in a sea of ​​blood, with one's mouth and nose filled with the foul, stench.

Zhang Nanfeng's golden skin suddenly tensed, and he instinctively looked towards the source of the foul wind.

A round object flew through the air and crashed heavily into the center of the hall.

Rolling around.

a head.

Meng Yuanshan's head.

It lay beneath Meng Lie's black robe, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of members of the Meng family.

The boy's one eye was wide open, his pupil unfocused, as if he had glimpsed an indescribable terror before his death.