With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 126 - 115: Master Luo’s Prestige, National Righteousness and Martial Tax

Chapter 126: Chapter 115: Master Luo’s Prestige, National Righteousness and Martial Tax

The Qi Nourishing Armor Technique has proven its worth again this time, just pay more attention in the future.

Meng Chuan once again increased the weight he placed on hard skills in his heart, thinking again that staying alive is the key to success!

As he reached the entrance of the police station, something suddenly occurred to Meng Chuan.

The killer from the Demon Summoning Hall used a parcel sent from the Western Regions to carry out the assassination attempt on him.

"It could be related to that divine oil shop on Foreigner Street."

He shared this suspicion with Long Jiu, who apparently was already aware of this information from the police station channels, showing no surprise.

"Alright, I understand. Take care of your safety when you return."

Meng Chuan nodded to show his understanding, then bid farewell to Long Jiu and went back home.

...

After Meng Chuan left, Long Jiu thought for a moment, picked up the phone on the table, and made a call.

"Wang Xuan, I need you to investigate Foreigner Street, specifically a shop called ’Esoteric Sect Divine Oil’.

Find out the owner’s social connections and any suspicious personnel, compile a report, and submit it to me."

"Received, Chief."

Hung up the phone, Long Jiu pondered silently.

Some things weren’t shared with Master Luo and his disciples; in fact, he held evidence of their betrayal.

He still wanted to follow Wang Xuan’s clues to uncover the escaped main priest of the Demon Summoning Hall’s Yong’an base from the last operation and completely eradicate this city-wide menace!

Standing by the window, he gazed into the distance, gently stroking his bald head.

"Xiaomeng’s safety cannot be compromised, the net must be tightened quickly..."

With the potential Meng Chuan has shown, achieving Martial Artist Level is like taking candy from a baby, and though becoming a grandmaster cannot be boasted yet, it’s at least highly probable.

He has already forged good ties earlier, and he can’t let those efforts go to waste going forward...

...

Back home, his aunt was also very worried.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, Auntie, don’t worry."

Looking at his family who cared so much for him, Meng Chuan felt warmth in his heart.

"I am not journeying alone, behind me, I have many family members and good mentors and friends providing me protection."

Seeing his uncle return with furrowed brows, constantly sitting on the couch smoking, Meng Chuan comforted him:

"It’s alright, Uncle, don’t worry.

Chief Long said that although I am listed on the Demon Path’s bounty board, the bounty they offer wouldn’t tempt Martial Artist Level demon warriors,

and, anyway, there are few demon people of that level in the first place. Besides, considering my master, Qianyuan Thunder Strike."

According to Chief Long, unless a Martial Artist has trained demon skills to the point of damaging their brain and is desperate for money, then only would they have an interest in targeting a disciple of Qianyuan Thunder Strike.

Luo Guanyun’s fame was forged in bloody battles, as when it comes to hard facts, it’s the size of the fists that matters.

Seeing his uncle’s expression relax somewhat, Meng Chuan continued:

"Even if I can’t beat a high-level demon warrior from the Three Gates, I still have confidence in escaping, not to mention my tough body, so sneak attacks are useless."

He didn’t want his family to worry about him, and after a lot of reassuring, he finally put Meng Yongzhi and Xue Na at ease.

"Chuan’er, go rest in your room, I’ll heat up the food, it hasn’t been touched since noon."

"Okay."

After returning to his bedroom, Meng Chuan took a deep breath, circulated power within to check his internal state.

Although the demonic energy from the attempted ambush was blocked by his internal membrane, he still needed to examine before easing up,

after five minutes, he breathed a sigh of relief, everything was alright.

The only odd thing was that the Rainbow Light within seemed to have decreased significantly.

After sparring with Chen Tie in the morning, he had already replenished the Medicinal Paste.

From previous observations, it seemed that around eight hours should have been enough for his acupoints to regenerate a portion of Rainbow Light energy.

"Probably at the moment of neutralizing the demonic energy, the Rainbow Light was passively triggered, causing the consumption.

It seems the Nirvana Rainbow trait is quite proactive...

Though the panel shows that Rainbow Light will only activate when cells are excessively damaged, it seems it assessed the threat of the demonic energy and triggered the passive.

After all, its primary function, ’Nirvana’, requires precise judgment on activation timing, a touch of agility is very normal."

Once understanding this, Meng Chuan felt assured, since practicing the ’Dragon Sitting Meditation’, he found his thinking seemed sharper than before...

...

Three days later.

Outside Chaoyang Mansion.

In the car parked by the roadside, Long Jiu, wearing a wig and sunglasses, stuck his head out to watch Wang Xuan enter the building.

The office building had a complex array of services, mainly housing many small self-media companies incubating here.

Though Wang Xuan was on a mission to record an interview program on livelihood reporting here.

With his Vice Captain Martial Artist level, such small tasks didn’t need him to handle it.

According to his subordinates, Wang Xuan voluntarily took it on.

Long Jiu speculated that joining this small media interview was a guise, there must be a hidden motive.

As Wang Xuan’s silhouette disappeared, Long Jiu returned to the car and adjusted his earpiece.

"Keep a close watch on him, record everyone he meets, report any anomalies to me promptly."

"Received."

On the other side, Liu Jinglong, after replying to Long Jiu, puts back on his eagle claw gloves that shimmer with a cold glint.

He is the Eagle Form Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Elephant Form Sect, who stood side by side with Long Jiu on the high building that night at the chemical factory, the Action Team Leader of the police department, [Cloud-Splitting Claw · Liu Jinglong].

His gaze is sharp like an eagle, locking firmly on Wang Xuan’s figure in the crowd. Upon seeing him disappear around the corner, he swiftly follows.

...

September 1st.

In the blink of an eye, the school year has begun, and Meng Chuan officially becomes a junior on this day.

In the Martial Arts Dojo, the sound of fists pounding flesh echoes all around.

"Is this really just the first lesson of the semester?"

Under the arena, heads are bustling around, all of them martial arts students who have just become juniors, the same grade as Meng Chuan.

Among them are many of Meng Chuan’s classmates, currently watching the figure on the arena pummeling the martial arts teacher violently...

The atmosphere on the arena is extremely heavy.

Liang Weilong gathers strength and throws a punch hard, Meng Chuan takes the hit without a word, his expression unchanged.

On the other hand, Meng Chuan’s hook comes around, Liang Weilong cannot dodge, grimacing in pain immediately.

Below the arena, Wang Jian watches Meng Chuan’s fierce performance, feeling an indescribable bitterness inside.

He used to mock him frequently, and even the name Grandmaster Child’s Fist was popularized by him.

Now Wang Jian is incredibly anxious; if Meng Chuan bears a grudge, a hook like that might send him to meet the great-grandmother he’s never seen.

"I know Meng Chuan is amazing now, but I didn’t expect him to be this amazing..."

With his martial arts skills, he can’t even discern the level between the two.

But the martial arts teacher hired by the school is at least a top three martial artist, a level Wang Jian dreams of but can never hope to achieve in this lifetime.

Gradually, the onlookers recall who the young martial artist standing on the arena is.

"Bro, let me ask, is it too late to start practicing National Fist now?"

Wang Yue is busy cheering for Meng Chuan when he suddenly feels someone nudging him with an elbow, turning back impatiently:

"Too late, Master Meng has already taxed National Fist for the next eight hundred years."

...

Elsewhere, on the arena.

Meng Chuan’s figure speeds past like a flood dragon, sharp explosive sounds echo along the way, as if an invisible force was squeezing and bursting the air around.

In an instant, fist shadows fly like snowflakes in a raging storm, covering Liang Weilong’s head.

Meng Chuan and Teacher Liang are currently engaged in fierce close-combat sparring.

Liang Weilong, while fighting, feels the redness and numbness transmitted from his fists, bitterly enduring.

He practices Xingyi Golden Fist skills, body techniques emphasizing sharp direct inputs, the more he dodges, the more punches he receives.

Thus, Liang Weilong is forced to endure with Meng Chuan, flesh against iron.

Time swiftly passes, their figures interweaving, fists whistling through the air.

Meng Chuan remains unfazed, becoming more relaxed and carefree, agile like a cunning rabbit, easily dodging away from the aggression aimed at his face.

"Teacher Liang’s hand strength is average, though the Golden Fist technique is quite sharp, need to be cautious of injuries."

Quickly, he powers up his arms, that mighty force shakes Liang Weilong’s figure loose.

Immediately, unbearably vigorous penetrating force bursts out from Meng Chuan’s fist core.

Meng Chuan’s punches instantly change course, deciding to seize the unstable moment to polish the proficiency of his exploding punches.

Liang Weilong, continuously hit, seemingly fine on the surface where struck, yet internally, the turbulent Qi Blood pierces, numbing his scalp painfully, hardening his resolve.

"This little punk’s hand strength is excessive, I need to strike back fiercely to regain some dignity."

Liang Weilong takes a deep breath, slashing toward Meng Chuan with his hand knife glowing with golden light.

"Be careful, my Bone-Splitting Knife carrying quite the force."

A golden arc of light accompanied by fierce wind pressure sweeps past, a punch shadow too sharp due to the essence of Golden Form technique.

"Well done!"

Meng Chuan regards the approaching killing strike calmly, raising his arm to block it.

Just upon contact, Meng Chuan senses a sharp intent madly cutting at his iron arms, the outer membrane of his Qi Nourishing Armor technique instantly breaks.

Shortly, the chill penetrates further, causing a red swelling trace on the skin.

He feels his arm nearing injury, hurriedly elbows it back, then his other hand covertly strikes from the waist, directly targeting Liang Weilong’s face.

"Sneaky brat!"

Liang Weilong’s expression turns highly tense, narrowly dodging the strike, the force lifting his naturally curled hair to straight strands.

"How about a draw?"

Liang Weilong seizes a chance to whisper by Meng Chuan’s ear.

Meng Chuan does not acknowledge, not satisfied yet, how can it end like this?

"The new students have just arrived, give me some face."

The older students are already accustomed, all focusing on their own practice.

Only the freshmen who’ve just become juniors have never seen such a spectacle, gathered below attentively learning.

Meng Chuan elegantly dissolves Teacher Liang’s fist strength, catches the incoming fist with his left hand, pulls it into his embrace, whispering by the ear:

"Please endure five more minutes, Teacher Liang."

Chen Tie is supposed to arrive in the afternoon, and Meng Chuan intends to have a blast first.

"Damn!"

Liang Weilong mutters internally, managing five minutes is possible, but this kid is like a cactus all over, not only pricking him but causing his own hands to ache even when hitting.