With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 115 Master Luo's Prestige, National Righteousness and Taxation

This time, the "Nourishing Qi and Armoring Exercise" has once again proven its great worth; just pay more attention to it in the future.

Meng Chuan placed even greater emphasis on hard skills, believing that one must be alive to produce results!

As he walked to the entrance of the police station, Meng Chuan suddenly remembered something.

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

"It might be related to that aphrodisiac shop on Waimin Street."

He told Lung Kau his guess, and Lung Kau, who obviously knew about it from the police station, was not surprised.

"Okay, I understand. Be careful when you get back."

Meng Chuan nodded to indicate that he understood, and then bid farewell to Long Jiu and went home.

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

Wang Xuan, I need you to look up a shop called "Esoteric Buddhist Magic Oil" on Waimin Street.

Please thoroughly investigate and compile information about the owner's social connections and the surveillance footage of shops frequented by suspicious individuals, and then report this to me.

[Received from the sheriff.]

After hanging up the phone, Long Jiu pondered silently.

There were some things he hadn't told Luo Guanyun and his apprentice; in fact, he possessed evidence of their betrayal.

He still wanted to follow Wang Xuan's lead to find the chief priest of the Yong'an stronghold of the Demon Summoning Hall who had escaped in the last operation, and completely eradicate this cancer in the city!

He stood by the window, gazing into the distance, and stroking his bald head.

"Xiao Meng's safety is paramount; we must close the net as soon as possible."

Based on Meng Chuan's demonstrated potential, becoming a martial arts master would be a piece of cake. While the Grandmaster himself wouldn't presume to say so, it's highly likely.

I've already sown the seeds of good karma; I can't afford to let it all slip away now.
Back home, her aunt was also very worried.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's alright, Auntie, don't worry."

Looking at his family who were so worried about him, Meng Chuan felt a warmth in his heart.

"I am not walking alone; I have many relatives, mentors, and friends supporting me."

Seeing his uncle return with a furrowed brow, sitting on the sofa smoking, Meng Chuan comforted him:
"It's alright, Uncle, don't worry about it."

Chief Long himself said that although I'm on the demonic path's bounty list, the rewards offered are so high that even martial arts masters of the demonic path wouldn't be tempted.
Moreover, demonic cultivators of this level are extremely rare. Even if we disregard their status, we should at least consider the Buddha's presence, especially since my master, [Qian Yuan Lei Dong], is here.”

According to Chief Long, unless this martial artist has damaged his brain from practicing demonic arts and is desperately short of money, he wouldn't be so inclined to target the followers of Qian Yuan Lei Dong.

Luo Guanyun's reputation was earned through countless battles; might makes right.

Seeing that his uncle's expression had softened slightly, Meng Chuan continued:
"Even if I can't beat a high-level magic martial artist from the third level, I'm confident I can escape. Plus, with my tough physique, a sneak attack won't work on me."

He didn't want his family to worry about him, so after a long explanation, he finally put Meng Yongzhi and Xue Na at ease.

"Chuan'er, you go back to your room and rest first. I'll go heat up the food. I made lunch and haven't touched it yet."

"it is good."

After returning to his bedroom, Meng Chuan took a deep breath and circulated his internal energy to check his body's internal condition.

Although the demonic energy that attacked him was blocked by his inner membrane, he still needed to be checked before he would let him pass.
Five minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief; nothing had happened.

The only strange thing is that the amount of rainbow light in my body seems to have decreased a lot.

He had already replenished his medicinal paste when he finished fighting Chen Tiepai in the morning.

Based on previous observations, nearly eight hours should be enough time for some rainbow energy to be generated within the acupoints.

"It's estimated that the rainbow light was passively activated and consumed when dispelling the demonic energy."

It seems that the characteristic of Nirvana and Rainbow Transformation has quite a bit of subjective initiative.
Although the panel shows that the rainbow light will only be activated when the cells are excessively damaged, it is estimated that the demonic energy was deemed to be too harmful to me, so this passive was triggered in advance.

After all, its primary function, [Nirvana], requires precise timing for activation, so a degree of agility is to be expected.

After thinking it through, Meng Chuan felt relieved. Since practicing the [Dragon Meditation], he felt that his mind was more agile than before.
Three days later.

Outside Chaoyang Building.

Among the cars parked on the side of the road, Long Jiu, wearing a wig and sunglasses, leaned out of the car and watched Wang Xuan walk into the building.

The business operations in this office building are complex, mainly incubating many small self-media companies.

Although Wang Xuan came here with a mission, to record an interview program about people's livelihood.

But given his rank as the vice-captain, a martial arts expert, he wouldn't be needed for such a minor task.

According to his subordinates, Wang Xuan took the initiative to do so.

Long Jiu suspected that participating in such a small-scale self-media interview was a pretense, and that there was definitely another motive.

Wang Xuan disappeared, and Long Jiu got back into the car and started fiddling with his earpiece.

[Keep a close eye on him, record who he meets, and report any unusual activity to me immediately.]

【receive. 】

On the other side, after replying to Long Jiu, Liu Jinglong put his gleaming eagle claw gloves back on.

He was none other than the eagle-style martial arts master of the Pictographic School, the police station's action captain, who stood side by side with Long Jiu on the high-rise building that night at the chemical plant, and was also known as [Liu Jinglong, the Cloud-Splitting Claw].

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, locking onto Wang Xuan's figure in the crowd. Seeing that the other party disappeared around the corner, he quickly followed after him.

September 1st. Time flies, and the start of the new school year is here. On this day, Meng Chuan officially becomes a senior in the second year of high school.

Inside the martial arts arena, the sounds of fists colliding echoed in all directions.

"What is this, the first lesson of the new semester?"

Below the arena, a large crowd of martial arts students, all in the same grade as Meng Chuan, had just entered their second year of high school.

Many of them were Meng Chuan's classmates, and they were watching the stage as a figure was brutally beating their martial arts teacher.
The atmosphere on the stage was extremely tense.

Liang Weilong unleashed a powerful punch, but Meng Chuan remained silent and composed despite taking the hit.

On the other hand, when Meng Chuan threw a swinging punch, Liang Weilong couldn't dodge it and immediately grimaced in pain.

Below the ring, Wang Jian watched Meng Chuan's extremely fierce performance, and the bitterness in his heart was hard to express.

He used to mock the other party frequently, and he was also the one who popularized the title of "Grandmaster of Baby Boxing".

Wang Jian was extremely uneasy. If Meng Chuan held a grudge and threw a punch like that at him, he would probably be able to see his great-grandmother, whom he had never met before.

"I knew Meng Chuan was awesome now, but I didn't expect him to be this awesome!"

With his martial arts skills, he can't even tell what level the two are at now.

However, the martial arts instructors hired by the school are at least top-level martial artists, a level that Wang Jian could only dream of and never achieve, even if he trained until his death.

The onlookers gradually remembered who the young martial artist standing on the stage was.

"Brother, I have a question. Is it too late to start learning Guoyiquan now?"

Wang Yue was busy cheering for Meng Chuan when he suddenly felt someone nudging him with their elbow. He turned around and said impatiently:
"Too late, Master Meng has already paid the National Righteous Boxer Tax eight hundred years in the future."

On the other side, in the arena.

Meng Chuan's figure flashed past like a dragon, leaving behind a series of sharp explosions, as if an invisible force was squeezing and exploding the surrounding air.

In an instant, a flurry of fists flew down like a blanket of snow, covering Liang Weilong's head.

At this moment, Meng Chuan and Teacher Liang were engaged in a fierce close-quarters fight.

As Liang Weilong fought, he felt the redness and numbness in his fists, and he felt extremely bitter.

He practices Xingyi Metal Fist, which emphasizes sharp and direct movements; the more you dodge, the more punches you take.

Therefore, Liang Weilong was forced to confront Meng Chuan head-on, like fighting iron with flesh and blood.

Time flew by, the two figures intertwined, and the wind from their punches whistled.

Meng Chuan remained calm and relaxed, his agility as nimble as a rabbit as he easily dodged the sharp fist aimed straight at his face.

"Teacher Liang's strength is so-so, but his metal-like punches are quite sharp, so be careful not to get hurt."

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly exerted force with both arms to push himself up, and that powerful force shook Liang Weilong's body into disarray.

Immediately, powerful and unparalleled penetrating forces burst forth from Meng Chuan's fist.

Meng Chuan instantly changed his boxing style, deciding to take advantage of Teacher Liang's unstable posture to hone his proficiency in the Beng Quan (Crushing Fist).

Liang Weilong was hit repeatedly. Although on the surface the places where he was hit did not seem to be seriously injured, in reality, the blood and qi in his body were churning from the piercing, and he felt his scalp tingling with pain, and he was filled with rage.

"This brat has too much strength. I need to give him a good whack to regain his dignity."

Liang Weilong took a deep breath and slashed at Meng Chuan with a hand blade that gleamed with golden light.

"Be careful, my Gold-Splitting Bone-Breaking Blade strike is quite powerful."

A golden arc of light, accompanied by fierce wind pressure, swept across the area; this was the result of a fist shadow created by the extreme sharpness of a metal-based martial art.

"Well done!"

Meng Chuan remained calm as he watched his opponent's deadly attack, raising his arm to block it.

The moment they met, Meng Chuan felt a sharp force slicing wildly across his iron arm, instantly tearing open the outer membrane of his armor-clad technique.

Immediately afterwards, the chill continued to penetrate downwards, and a red, swollen mark appeared on the skin.

He felt his arm was about to be injured, so he quickly swung his elbow to knock the man away. Then, he secretly pulled out his other hand from his waist and rushed straight for Liang Weilong's face.

"You treacherous brat!"

Liang Weilong looked extremely tense, narrowly dodging the attack by turning his head to the side. The strong wind that whipped his naturally curly hair straightened it.

How about a draw?

Liang Weilong took the opportunity to whisper something in Meng Chuan's ear.

Meng Chuan ignored it, thinking, "We haven't even had our fill of fighting yet, why can't we win now?"

"The new students are here today, so please give me some face."

The older students around them were already used to it and were all practicing their own things.

The students who had just entered their second year of high school had never seen anything like this before, and they all gathered below the stage to study diligently.

Meng Chuan effortlessly deflected Teacher Liang's punch, caught the incoming fist with his left hand, pulled him close to his chest, and whispered in his ear:

"Please hold on for another five minutes, Teacher Liang."

Chen Tie didn't arrive until the afternoon, so Meng Chuan planned to have a good fight first.

"groove!"

Liang Weilong cursed inwardly. He could hold out for five minutes, but this kid was like a cactus all over his body. Not only was he prickly, but it would also hurt his own hand if he hit him.

(End of this chapter)