With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 122 The Hidden Demon in the Niche Pavilion, Let Go of Opportunities!
After saying that, Meng Chuan headed towards his destination, with Qi Fei and the other two following behind, looking nervous.

Although the two were of lower strength, they were still martial artists with qi and blood, and they could barely keep up with Meng Chuan when he deliberately slowed down.

What would be a difficult path for an ordinary person to traverse is as easy as walking on flat ground for the three of them.

About ten minutes later, the three stopped, and in the distance stood a dilapidated niche pavilion.

Looking at the pavilion, Meng Chuan felt it had a long history; the roof tiles were all broken and missing, revealing the dirty and slightly weathered black wooden beams.

The red paint on the surrounding pillars had long since peeled off, revealing the rough internal texture, and the fence was also rickety, making the whole thing look very old and worn.

"Is this the place, Brother Chuan? Why is there nothing here?"

Qi Fei clutched the map in his hand, comparing it repeatedly, but he couldn't see anything in the pavilion.

"Yes, it is here."

In Meng Chuan's view, a strong sense of malice was gathering ahead.

Since the demon inside the pavilion had lost its shielding effect, it was completely exposed to Meng Chuan's perception.

"You all stay here and don't move. I'll go over and take a look."

Bai Junfeng is right. With Qi Fei and his companion's strength, they'd probably have to give the other side two extra dishes.

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

"The Void is inside the pavilion, but its exact location cannot be determined yet."

Without the other party making a move, Meng Chuan could only sense the general location.

He had already taken off his protective suit before going up the mountain, and Principal Zong had also entrusted him with the safekeeping of his "Steel Bone" watch.

The only things you can rely on for an exam are your body and a pair of iron fists.

At this moment, Meng Chuan stood a step away from the niche, and in his perception, the malice was so intense that it almost devoured him.

Meng Chuan stood at the door, stretching out his leg and probing repeatedly. Every time he took a step, malice would rush forward impatiently.

He pulled his leg back, and the malice returned to the previous polite distance.

"It seems that the Heavenly Demon's range of movement is completely restricted by the so-called treasure trove. If he can't win and has to retreat, the opponent can't pursue him."

He felt much more at ease. Although the Heavenly Demon in front of him was far weaker than the Shadow Demon in the chemical plant, he was better off being cautious.

With his mind at ease, Meng Chuan took another step, stepping one foot into the pavilion.

Malice rushed at them like dogs that have smelled a delicious aroma.

Meng Chuan pulled back with one arm to gather strength, while simultaneously imbuing his five fingers with killing intent.

Feeling the malice coming at him, he threw a serious punch forward.

Amidst the howling mountain wind, the pale blue figure was pierced by a punch, its body flying backward and crashing into a pavilion pillar before falling to the floor with a "thud" and remaining motionless.

A moment later, indigo blood flowed from the Heavenly Demon's body, and a faint fluorescent light flickered beneath it.

Meng Chuan walked to his side, ignoring the fluorescent light, and immediately inserted his hand into the brain, stirring it around as if searching for something.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand with a regretful expression.

"Without the core members, the Martial Arts Association is too stingy."

He then kicked it away, picked up the road sign, and left.

A dozen meters away, Qi Fei and his companion were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped.

They were well aware of Meng Chuan's strength, but what was going on with his extremely skilled demeanor and actions when facing the Heavenly Demon?

"No time to explain," Meng Chuan said.

“Let’s go to the next place and find all three markers. I’ll carry you two up the mountain.”

This was Meng Chuan's plan, which was simple, crude, and rather extreme.

With his strength, plus the advantage of the ladder to climb the mountain in this terrain, it wouldn't take him long to reach the top.

If anyone tried to stop him along the way, he would simply use his physical strength to resist them; the rule against using weapons emboldened him.

In the end, Qi Fei and his companion were to hold the beacon and occupy the pit positions.

This was a perfect way to avoid being ganged up on by six students from the other two top-tier preparatory schools of Wuhan University on the mountaintop.

"Brother Chuan, someone's coming!"

Qi Fei shouted in mid-air.

Upon hearing what Meng Chuan said, he took the lead and went out of the woods to scout ahead, wanting to make a difference.

Suddenly, a tremendous force struck from the dense forest. He barely managed to reach out and block it, but was sent flying.

"The locator shows it's right here."

The man with the buzz cut and square face who made the move pushed aside the waist-high weeds and turned to his companion.

The three were contestants from the Yong'an Wuda Preparatory Program.

"It's not on this kid, it's on the guy in front."

Chen Haoyu pointed at Meng Chuan and walked forward with an air of confidence, secretly pleased with himself.

"Once I got the signpost, I rushed up the mountain. His companions were all one-hit kills, so he himself was probably just so-so. I'll just go on a rampage this time."

He stood before Meng Chuan, speaking in an air of age:
"Young friend, this item in your hand is destined to be mine; I hope you will return it."

Meng Chuan was stunned. Where did this lunatic come from?

So he swung his hand and struck the man's abdomen with tremendous force, sending him flying.

It flew farther and higher than Qi Feifei.

The moment he landed, Meng Chuan flashed to his side and stepped on his chest.

Do I need to return it or not?

Chen Haoyu gritted his teeth and struggled frantically, but Meng Chuan's feet were like five fingers on a mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

His two companions slowly stepped forward, surrounding Meng Chuan in a pincer movement. A dozen seconds later, the three of them lay neatly together, motionless.

Qi Fei stepped forward, looked at the three men with bruised and swollen faces, and smiled broadly.

"Young friends, next time watch your eyes! You dare to rob Brother Chuan?"

"The one from the Seven Passes, Meng... Meng Chuan?"

Chen Haoyu recalled the name he saw when they were studying the list together before going up the mountain.

The sound of rustling through the forest rose up.

Instantly, a staff member from the martial arts association stood in front of the three and announced loudly:

"Yong'an Wuhan University Preparatory Program: All applicants eliminated."

As they descended the mountain, the three of them exclaimed how lucky they were.

"Damn it, thank goodness we don't have to rank people by elimination time, otherwise it would be incredibly embarrassing."

"Losing face is a small matter; if the principal finds out, he'll skin us alive."

"Yes, Meng Chuan is a seventh-ranked student. He got one Dao Biao (a type of token), while the other two schools each got three. It's reasonable that we narrowly lost to seventh place."

Meng Chuan showed mercy, and the group nimbly darted down the mountain.

What they didn't know was that Yin Tianshou, on the mountaintop, was watching their performance clearly through a large screen.

Bai Junfeng and Luo Meng, standing to the side, felt slightly embarrassed and wanted to turn off the audio transmission.

"It's alright, let me listen."

Upon hearing the three men's plot, Yin Tianshou remained calm and showed no unusual reaction.

"Alright, I'll grant that request. Once we get back, I'll skin the three of you alive."

After a brief moment of rest and recuperation, Meng Chuan and the other two hurriedly left the treasure trove hidden in the niche.

These people followed the map to get here, and there might be more people coming soon.

It's not that we can't beat them, but we need to focus on securing all three road signs. If the other two preparatory courses take them all, it will affect our plans.

Meng Chuan's next target is the [Zhengxue] acupoint, which is ten minutes' walk from Kanting.

The mountain path was like flat ground, and they quickly arrived near the Zhen Cave with Qi Fei and the other two. The three of them hid in the nearby bushes and peered into the cave in front of them.

faint battle fluctuations emanated from the cave, with dragon-shaped energy surging out like waves.

"There's someone in the cave, probably Meng Jiaolong from the Southwest Associated University."

According to the information provided by Zongping, she was the only one in this joint examination who specialized in the Imitation Style Dragon Form Boxing.

"You guys take the road sign and hide behind that little hill we came from earlier. I'll go and meet them."

"clear."

Qi Fei reached out and took it, knowing that Meng Chuan wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Meng Chuan patiently crouched behind the bushes. After a while, the air inside the cave surged violently, and then the sound subsided.

Then, a stunningly beautiful young woman wearing a black silk bodysuit walked out.

The four large characters "Northern United University" were pasted on his waist. Meng Chuan guessed correctly; this person was indeed his relative.

Meng Chuan quietly picked up the locator and took a look. The other party had already defeated the guardian demon, and the Dao Beacon was in her hands.

"We've got the first beacon. This little [Zheng] is quite difficult to deal with. If all the Heavenly Demons guarding the beacons are this strong, then besides the people from our United University, only Yan Hua and his two companions can handle it."

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

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

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Meng Chuan quickly set off from the woods and quietly followed behind.

The mountain path was full of jagged rocks, and Meng Chuan, worried about losing track of his target, suddenly sped up.

Swish!
Three sharp claw marks flashed through the air. Meng Chuan raised his arm to block, and the dragon-shaped claw force struck metal with three crisp sounds.

The force burst forth from Meng Chuan's iron arm, striking the strange rocks on the ground and shattering them into pieces. Meng Chuan couldn't help but stagger back several steps.

Tracking was never his forte, and seeing that he had been exposed, Meng Chuan walked out leisurely and laughed loudly:
"Dragon-style Fist is truly powerful."

Meng Jiaolong's right hand remained clenched in a dragon claw shape, her body moving nimbly between the two giant rocks like a wavy wave, resembling a lurking dragon.

"Meng Chuan, is it? What are you up to, sneaking around following me like this?"

Meng Jiaolong's expression was solemn. Even Xu Qingfeng wouldn't have dared to raise his arm to take that grab.

Meng Chuan has a strong physique; the Dragon Claw's power left no trace on him, indicating that he must have practiced some kind of superior hard qigong.

Meng Chuan twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

"Stop with the useless talk, hand over the road sign."

Meng Jiaolong, with a charming expression, said coquettishly:

"Brother Meng, we are from the same clan, why are you so eager to fight each other?"

The juvenile zheng in the cave had left her not fully recovered, and looking at Meng Chuan's imposing aura, she was not confident.

"Fists and kicks have no eyes. If you lose your marker, you can find another one. But if you are eliminated, it's not worth it."

Meng Chuan swung his wrists to warm up, his Dao heart was firm, and he was completely immune to Meng Jiaolong's behavior.

He secretly pushed his hard skills to their maximum power, his muscles bulging the martial arts uniform high, and his iron arms piercing out from the sleeves, dazzling in the sunlight.

欻欻!

Two claw-like energies tore through the wind, carrying flying rocks, and rushed towards Meng Chuan's face.

At the same time, a lithe figure leaped out like a dragon emerging from the water, closely following behind and attacking.

"You think you're so great? You really think you're someone important? You're used to being arrogant in small towns, and now you dare to act tough with me?"

(End of this chapter)