With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 133 - 122: Demon Hidden in the Shrine, Let Go of the Opportunity! (3k)

Chapter 133: Chapter 122: Demon Hidden in the Shrine, Let Go of the Opportunity! (3k)

After speaking, Meng Chuan set off towards the destination, with Qi Fei and the other person following nervously behind.

Although the two were not that strong, they were martial artists with qi blood. With Meng Chuan deliberately slowing down, they could barely keep pace.

To them, the primitive mountain path that required cautious steps for ordinary people was like walking on flat ground.

In about ten minutes, the three stood still, with a dilapidated pavilion visible in the distance.

As Meng Chuan looked at the pavilion, he felt it had a sense of age. The tiles on the roof were damaged, revealing weather-beaten, blackened beams beneath.

The red paint on the surrounding pillars had long faded, exposing the rough internal patterns, and the railing looked ready to collapse, embodying a sense of desolation.

"Is it here, Brother Chuan? There’s nothing here."

Qi Fei clutched the map, comparing it over and over, but saw nothing in the pavilion.

"Yes, this is it."

To Meng Chuan, a strong malice was converging up ahead.

Because of the Celestial Demon in the pavilion, the shielding effect of the location was lost, making it completely clear to Meng Chuan’s sense.

"You guys stay here, don’t move. I’ll go up and take a look."

Bai Junfeng made a valid point that with the strength of Qi Fei and the other person, they might just be adding to the opponent’s side.

Meng Chuan approached slowly, the fallen leaves beneath his feet making a slight crunching sound.

"The entity is in the pavilion, but I can’t determine the exact location."

The opponent didn’t make a move, and Meng Chuan could only sense a rough position.

His protective clothing was removed before ascending the mountain, and the [Steel Bone] watch was with Principal Zong for safekeeping.

All he could rely on for the exam were his body and iron fists.

At this moment, Meng Chuan stood just a step away from the pavilion, sensing a malice that was almost devouring.

Meng Chuan stood at the entrance, stretching his leg to probe repeatedly. Every time he took a step, the malice would rush forward eagerly.

As he retracted his leg, the malice returned to its previous polite distance.

"It seems that the Celestial Demon’s range is completely restricted by the so-called treasure site. If I can’t beat it, retreating means the opponent can’t pursue."

He felt much more at ease, although in his senses, the Celestial Demon here was far weaker than the Shadow Demon from the factory before, but caution was never wrong.

Refocusing his mind, Meng Chuan took a step forward, setting one foot inside the pavilion.

Like a dog smelling a delicious scent, the malice immediately rushed at him.

Meng Chuan pulled back his arm for power, as murderous intent clung to his fingertips.

Sensing the malice coming, he swung a serious punch forward.

With the howling mountain wind, a light blue figure was pierced by the punch, retreating rapidly and crashing into a pavilion pillar, then with a "thud" fell motionless on the floor.

Moments later, indigo blood flowed from the Celestial Demon’s body, with faint fluorescent light flickering beneath it.

Meng Chuan approached its side, ignoring the glow, and immediately plunged his hand into its brain, stirring to look for something.

A moment later, he regretfully withdrew his hand.

"The core is gone. The Martial Arts Association is so stingy."

Then he kicked it aside, picked up the beacon, and left.

A dozen meters away, Qi Fei and the other person were in shock, their jaws about to drop.

They were aware of Meng Chuan’s strength, but against the Celestial Demon, his incredibly adept skills and actions were baffling.

No time to explain, Meng Chuan said:

"Let’s go, head to the next location, find three beacons, and I’ll carry you two up the mountain."

This was Meng Chuan’s plan, simple and straightforward yet somewhat extreme.

With his strength, coupled with the Cloud-Ascending Ladder’s advantage in such mountain paths, sprinting to the peak wouldn’t take long.

If anyone tried to block the path, he would confront them head-on with his hard skills, fearlessly exploiting the no-weapons rule.

The plan’s end involved Qi Fei and the other holding the beacons to occupy the ground.

To prevent a scenario at the summit being surrounded by the six from the other two special Martial Arts University prep schools, it was perfect.

...

"Brother Chuan, someone is coming!"

Qi Fei shouted from mid-air.

He had just heard what Meng Chuan said, stepping out of the woods first to explore a path, intending to contribute.

Suddenly, a massive force hit from the dense forest, he barely had time to react and block, getting sent flying.

"The locator shows it’s right here."

The short-haired, square-faced man who acted parted the waist-high weeds and turned to speak to his companions.

The three were participants from Yong’an Martial Arts University prep school.

"This kid doesn’t have it on him, it’s on the guy ahead."

Chen Haoyu pointed at Meng Chuan and walked forward confidently, feeling a secret satisfaction:

"Get the beacon and quickly head up the mountain. His companions are easy pickings, probably so is he. I’m gonna slaughter them."

He stood in front of Meng Chuan, speaking with an air of seniority:

"Young friend, the item in your hand is destined for me. Please return it."

Meng Chuan was momentarily stunned, where did this lunatic come from?

With a wave of his hand, he struck the man’s abdomen with tremendous force, sending him flying on the spot.

Flying farther and higher than Qi Fei.

As he landed, Meng Chuan flickered and appeared beside him, stepping on his chest.

"Do I still need to return it?"

Chen Haoyu gritted his teeth and struggled fiercely, but Meng Chuan’s foot was like the Five Finger Mountain, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape.

His two companions slowly stepped forward, encircling Meng Chuan.

Seconds later, the three of them lay neatly together, not moving an inch.

Qi Fei walked forward and, seeing the three with black eyes and swollen faces, laughed heartily.

"You three young friends, better keep your eyes open next time. You dare to rob Brother Chuan?"

"The one from the seven trials, Meng... Meng Chuan?"

Chen Haoyu remembered the name they saw on the list before they went up the mountain.

The rustling sound of leaves echoed through the forest.

In an instant, a Martial Arts Association staff member stood before the three, announcing loudly:

"Yong’an Martial Arts University preliminary team, completely eliminated."

When descending the mountain, the three of them kept muttering how fortunate they were.

"Damn, thankfully we don’t need to rank by elimination time, or we’d be utterly humiliated."

"Humiliation is minor. If the principal finds out, he’d tan our hides."

"Yeah, this Meng Chuan is from the seven trials, a landmark, with the remaining two schools each taking three markers. Our narrow defeat at the seventh place seems reasonable."

Meng Chuan showed mercy, and the few of them gleefully hurried down the mountain.

Little did they know, on the mountain top, Yin Tianshou was watching their entire performance clearly on a big screen.

Beside him, Bai Junfeng and Luo Meng looked slightly awkward, trying to turn off the transmitted audio.

"No worries, let me listen."

Listening to the scheme, Yin Tianshou’s face remained calm and unchanged.

"Fine, I will surely fulfill this request. I’ll skin the three of you when you’re back..."

...

Meng Chuan and his companions quickly composed themselves and left the treasure site at Gan Pavilion.

These people followed the map here, and soon more might come.

It’s not that they can’t fight, but they need to gather three markers quickly; if the other two preliminaries take them, it will affect their plans.

His next target is Zhen Cave, which is ten minutes away from Gan Pavilion on foot.

The mountain path was as easy as flat ground, and he swiftly reached nearby Zhen Cave with Qi Fei and the others, hiding in the bushes and observing the cave ahead.

There were faint battle sounds emanating from the cave, and the Dragon Form’s energy surged like waves.

"Someone’s inside the cave, probably that Meng Jiaolong from United University."

According to the intelligence given by Zong Ping, she’s the only one specializing in Elephant Form Sect’s Dragon Form Boxing in this joint exam.

"You guys take the marker and hide behind the small hill we passed earlier, I’ll go check it out."

"Understood."

Qi Fei reached out and took it, knowing that Meng Chuan planned to seize the opportunity.

Meng Chuan waited patiently in the grass, and shortly after, intense energy waves surged from the cave, then the sounds subsided.

Soon after, a fiery figure wearing a black silk tight suit stepped out.

The words "Northern United University" were emblazoned on her waist, confirming Meng Chuan’s guess that she was indeed from his home ground.

Meng Chuan quietly picked up the locator, noting that she had defeated the guardian Celestial Demon and the marker was now in her hand.

"Got the first marker, this Zhen was quite tough. If all the Celestial Demons guarding markers are of this strength, besides our United University people, only Yanhua’s three can handle them."

The three of them, confident in their strength, split up to search for treasure sites.

Meng Jiaolong had obtained the marker and was preparing to quickly leave and meet up with her teammates.

Seeing her about to leave, Meng Chuan hurriedly followed from the woods, quietly trailing her.

The rugged mountain path with jagged rocks worried Meng Chuan about losing his target, so he quickly accelerated.

Shua!

Three sharp claw marks sliced through the air as Meng Chuan raised his arms to block, the Dragon Form claw energy hitting like on iron, creating three crisp sounds.

The energy erupted on Meng Chuan’s iron arms, and as it rebounded onto the rocky ground, it shattered rocks everywhere, and Meng Chuan couldn’t help but retreat several steps.

Tracking wasn’t his strong suit; realizing his exposure, Meng Chuan casually stepped out, laughing loudly:

"Dragon Form Boxing is truly formidable."

Meng Jiaolong’s right hand remained in a grasping Dragon Claw stance, her body agilely wedged between two giant rocks like a crouching dragon in hiding.

"Are you Meng Chuan? Sneaking around following me, what are you up to?"

Meng Jiaolong’s face turned solemn, even Xu Qingfeng wouldn’t dare to block that earlier grab with his arm.

Meng Chuan had such a strong build, leaving no trace of the Dragon Claw’s power on him; he must have practiced some superior Hard Qigong.

Meng Chuan twisted his neck, creating cracking sounds.

"Enough with the nonsense, hand over the marker."

Meng Jiaolong’s face turned coquettish, teasing as she spoke:

"Brother Meng, we’re family, no need to harm each other."

That juvenile Zhen in the cave had left her not fully recovered. Seeing Meng Chuan’s imposing aura in front of her gave her no confidence.

"Fists and feet are blind; losing a marker can be retrieved, but being eliminated is not worth it."

Meng Chuan warmed up by shaking his wrists, his resolve firm, completely immune to Meng Jiaolong’s antics.

He secretly pushed his Hard Skills to their peak, his muscles swelling under his Martial Arts uniform, and his iron arms burst through the sleeves, strikingly shiny under the sun.

Shua Shua!

Two claw energies ripped through the wind, accompanied by flying debris, targeting Meng Chuan’s face.

Simultaneously, a light figure leaped out like a dragon emerging from water, following closely ready to strike.

"Do you think you’re someone important? Just because you’ve ruled a small place, you dare act up around me?"