With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 107 - 102 Double Standards, Demon Nest Battle_2

Chapter 107: Chapter 102 Double Standards, Demon Nest Battle_2

——There, a flickering True Spirit firefly was dimming.

"Whoa!!!"

The venom was struck, spewing out a large amount of black slime. The black shell armor suddenly stiffened, and Sister Ru’s left eye briefly regained clarity:

"Little...Meng, kill...me..."

Before her pleading voice fell, her vocal cords were once again filled with the black slime.

The sound of breaking wind resounded. Meng Chuan appeared overhead like a lightning bolt.

His leg served as a battle axe, fiercely smashing Sister Ru into the stone pavement below, causing the ground to crack with spiderweb-like fissures.

As he stood over her heart, Meng Chuan’s pupils narrowed abruptly.

Due to the effect of the [Lingming Great Pill], he vaguely sensed that countless tendril-like roots of the venom had entwined every inch of Sister Ru’s spiritual platform.

"Get out!"

The steel bones emitted a violent humming sound, and heavy punches scattered like raindrops onto the earth, scorching the exterior shell of the venom with sizzling noises.

At the same time, black slime overflowed from Sister Ru’s seven orifices, while the True Spirit flickered like a candle in the wind.

Like a pool of black sludge, countless tendrils behind the venom hung limply on the ground.

It roared up a high-frequency screech:

"Stop! Kill me, and she’ll go down with me!"

Meng Chuan’s movements abruptly halted, he withdrew his fists and stepped back a couple of steps, watching Sister Ru stagger and escape into the large patch of weeds behind.

He realized that his master hadn’t told him everything; there truly wasn’t anyone who should or shouldn’t be killed.

Heavy punches would end Sister Ru’s life.

But if he didn’t strike, letting the venom go would undoubtedly be aiding the enemy.

"I only want Sister Ru to live."

At that moment, he understood that he was merely someone following his heart with double standards, not a saint empowered by divine mandate.

Meng Chuan fumbled with his palm, and the steel bones transformed into a black wristwatch, securely worn on his wrist.

The phone rang.

"Master, just now, Sister Ru and I..."

...

In Huayun Prefecture A001, the atmosphere was slightly heavy.

Luo Guanyun looked at Meng Chuan, noticing his face full of melancholy, practicing martial arts but lacking his usual vigor.

He softly advised:

"The matter has come to this, don’t think too much. I’ve already talked to Long Jiu, and let the police handle the aftermath."

Meng Chuan did not immediately respond, only crossing his arms and striking heavily on the wooden stakes in front.

The "bang bang" sound of fierce collisions continued to resound, as if also venting his inner frustration.

After a long while, Meng Chuan stopped his movements and raised his head:

"Master, do you think Sister Ru can be rescued?"

Luo Guanyun’s gaze was firm, his tone steady:

"She should be able to be saved, as long as we can find her, I have a way to separate them."

Hearing his master’s words, the huge rock in Meng Chuan’s heart fell to the ground.

The last trace of uneasiness also dissipated into the air like flying wood chips as he swung his elbow and fist.

...

July 3rd.

Almost a month had passed since that night, Long Jiu had deployed a large number of police forces in the city for a dragnet investigation, but Sister Ru’s figure remained elusive.

Meng Chuan also continued as usual, his two arms dark as steel lightly resting on his thighs, sitting on the rooftop and swallowing the last wisp of Purple Qi into his abdomen.

[Qi Nourishing Armor Technique: Skilled (45%) → (46%) Pending Limit Breaking]

Sister Ru’s issue had already been set aside by Meng Chuan, as things stand, he had to look forward.

"There are only three months left until the joint exam, Qi Nourishing Armor Technique should steadily become proficient."

According to [Mountain Shifting Daoist], when the armor technique reaches proficiency, after circulating energy through the whole body, it can form a semi-transparent scale-like protective membrane.

Normally, it can cover the vital parts of the body, resisting ordinary firearm shots, even without deliberate activation, can withstand cutting and stabbing attacks from junior martial artists wielding steel knives.

In addition, due to internal nourishment, blood density will significantly increase.

While supplying the internal organs, it can greatly enhance resistance to poison and pressure.

Even if corrosive slime from the Celestial Demon’s venom that night invades a wound, it would be blocked by the tough inner membrane on the surface of the organs, and can be expelled through accelerated Qi blood circulation.

Because Meng Chuan had been very interested in Hard Skills recently, he had researched a lot of Hard Skills information online, and studied them carefully.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he searched, he never found a cultivation technique that could rival the top-tier Wudang Hard Skills, Qi Nourishing Armor Technique.

The robust internal nourishing effect of the armor technique, its unique charm, captivated Meng Chuan.

With the final breath exchange, Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

With the joint exam approaching, recalling those talented individuals Zong Ping mentioned, a sense of anticipation surged in his heart.

...

Ping’an Middle School Martial Arts Dojo.

Meng Chuan was still having Teacher Chen Tie help him practice.

The surrounding classmates were already used to this scene.

"Watching this, I feel like practicing Hard Skills too, is it really this addictive?"

"What the hell are you practicing? You haven’t even mastered Fierce Tiger Fist, and you want to practice Hard Skills?"

"Honestly, I was envious last month and secretly tried practicing twice myself."

"How did it go?"

"Honestly, Pile Skill is painful enough, don’t continue to torture yourself."

Seeing Meng Chuan’s strength so impressive and his hard work.

The crowd casually chatted a bit and quickly dove into enthusiastic martial arts practice.

"Stop talking crap, if your Brother Chuan strikes you now, it’ll be like trampling clean soldiers, get to training!"

In the distance, Principal Zong looked on with satisfaction. Under Meng Chuan’s subtle influence, the entire school’s martial arts students began to roll up their sleeves.

In the corner.

This morning, Chen Tie woke up to find his Qi Blood had finally broken through the eighth stage, he promptly shared the great news with the principal.