With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 285 City of Cholera, A Small Test Yields a Treasure

Beside the other person, someone they knew spoke loudly:

"Brother Wang, if you tell us, the brothers will definitely follow your lead."

Upon hearing this, smiles immediately appeared on the faces of those around them, and the last trace of tension was dispelled.

Brother Wang chuckled, then his expression turned serious as he continued, "..."
"We are all martial arts practitioners, neither the best nor the worst."

To put it bluntly, even a glance at Chencang reveals a hidden agenda.

The higher-ranking demons are comparable to the second-tier demons, so I suggest that everyone prioritize saving people and only attempt to eliminate demons within their capabilities.

Although we are acting independently, it's best to work in groups of several to support each other when facing higher-ranking demons.

Everyone nodded in agreement; Old Wang was right.

Subsequently, several familiar martial artists discussed in hushed tones and agreed to act together after arriving in Chencang.

Although Meng Chuan is a newly promoted first-tier disciple, his previous battle with the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion had already shown everyone his strength.

Therefore, many people invited him to join them.

"Brother Meng, how about teaming up with us later?"

A burly, bearded man he didn't recognize patted him on the shoulder.

Before Meng Chuan could speak, the other party continued:
"Your fist blades are incredibly sharp, effective against solid-type demons and even more so against wood-type demons."

Working together to clean will be more efficient.

The female martial artist next to him, wearing a headband, nodded in agreement:

"You take the lead in the attack, and I'll provide support. If we encounter a high-ranking Heavenly Demon, my [Nine Revolutions Entangling Silk Hand] can buy you time to retreat."

Meng Chuan was about to agree, as he understood the considerations of these veteran martial artists.

It shows both a strong emphasis on one's own fighting ability and a subtle hint of taking care of newcomers.

He himself was also interested in this, because every bit of cooperation during the calamity meant a greater chance of survival.

But then he remembered the old gatekeeper whispering to him earlier.

It's better to act alone than to wait for Teacher Dong to be in the shadows.

If everyone finds out, it might cause some minor unpleasantness.

Such is human nature: people are not concerned about scarcity but about inequality.

So, only you, Meng Chuan, have "bodyguards," while none of us do?
Moreover, Meng Chuan had also heard that although the UN General Assembly did not offer academic credits as a reward for such urgent missions, the country would not treat everyone unfairly.

The city is monitored by a surveillance system that records everything, from saving lives to slaying demons.

After the event, those who have made contributions will be rewarded accordingly, and the appropriate rewards will be given.

He has good experience in dealing with Heavenly Demons, although he has not yet fought a mid-level Heavenly Demon.

But with my current strength, killing him alone shouldn't be a problem.

They encountered a high-ranking demon, with Teacher Dong Yue secretly providing backup.

Rather than being constrained by a team, it's better to act independently, where you can better utilize your abilities and win more rewards.

After thinking it over, Meng Chuan clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and politely declined each offer.

The others privately assumed it was just arrogance from a genius, so they didn't try to persuade him any further.

After all, the opponent's strength is beyond doubt. Although he has only just entered the realm, his formidable power is evident to all.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The long line of vehicles arrived at a temporary resettlement site that had just been cleared outside Chencang City.

As everyone got out of the car, Meng Chuan saw something that made him gasp for breath.

It's as if a human tragedy is unfolding, with countless victims facing the destruction of their families and the loss of their loved ones.

Ragged residents huddled under plastic sheets, the cries of children mingling with the groans of the injured piercing the night sky.

An old man with a missing arm gritted his teeth and endured the pain under the care of a field doctor.

The marks of being bitten by sharp teeth are clearly visible on its shoulder.

The woman holding the baby had vacant eyes, and the swaddling clothes in her arms were already cold.
Meng Chuan swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

His clenched fists were covered in frost, and even his breath smelled of rust.

This hell on earth is even worse than what I saw in Tongjia Lane back then.

Those who are alive are not having an easy time either; their faces, etched with an unseen hue, have been eroded into a bluish-gray by unknown causes.

What Meng Chuan felt was an icy chill that penetrated to the bone, even more so than the image of the extremely cold crane he had previously imagined.
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan followed the others and prepared to enter the city.

He could see from afar, using his divine perception, that the entrance to the demon's lair on the south side of the city was constantly emanating deafening battle cries.

Meng Chuanming realized that this was a fierce battle at the entrance to the Demon Nest, where powerful figures were desperately trying to stop the Heavenly Demons from pouring out.

Continuing into the city, a teacher, whose school we couldn't identify, gave us one last piece of advice:
"Prioritize saving lives, do not recklessly pursue the enemy, and if you encounter someone you cannot defeat, be sure to send a signal to request support."

You are all the future of the nation. Do not be reckless. Sometimes, retreating is not shameful, but a form of wisdom.

Meng Chuan nodded to indicate that he understood, then bowed to everyone in farewell and slipped into the city.

As soon as he entered, his senses suddenly tightened.

Under the cover of mental power, countless malicious forces surged forth, intertwined and causing dizziness and confusion.

This is because there are too many and too densely packed Heavenly Demons, and countless Heavenly Demon force fields and demonic energy are intertwined, impacting the martial artist's [God].

Meng Chuan focused his mind, and the two little yellow dragons in his mind swam around, making him feel much more comfortable instantly, and the chilling cold gradually dissipated.

Lu Zhuxiao led the martial artists from the United University past him.

Its martial arts aura created a large area of ​​clean ground, providing some protection for the martial arts students behind it.

There are many demons here. Once we go deeper, they will disperse, and he won't have to do this anymore.

The two nodded to each other and passed each other.

"Xiao Meng, be careful."

"Master Lu, you too."

Chencang is a small town with many alleys and lanes.

After a moment's thought, Meng Chuan leaped onto the wall, his view suddenly opening up. He saw that about 500 meters away, two martial arts masters were engaged in a fierce battle.

Meng Chuan murmured to himself:

"I'll go help out and find out what's going on."

It seems the other side entered earlier than me and has more specific information about the city.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. Unless there are special circumstances, he still wants to avoid those high-ranking demons as much as possible and not cause trouble for Old Dong.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan looked around and sensed his surroundings, but found no trace of Dong Yue.

"Old Dong didn't even come out to say hello, which makes people feel uneasy."

Fortunately, according to intelligence from the United Nations and information from Skynet, the strength of the demons within the city will not exceed that of the higher-ranking ones.

Even without Dong Yue, his strength would be enough to defeat him.

With 200% liberation, escaping shouldn't be a problem.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan moved with lightning speed, closing in on the battlefield where he had just anchored within a few breaths.

They saw that the other party was being attacked by a demon whose body was covered in tree bark and had three giant teeth on its head.

And they were attacked by six short tree monsters covered in tree burls and with scarlet eyes.

Meng Chuan understood; he had already researched it beforehand.

The fierce-looking former is a mid-level Heavenly Demon, while the latter is a low-level nobody.

"Be careful."

He gave a low shout, twisted his feet, and shot out like an arrow.

His hands, already adorned with fist blades, slashed through the night sky, carrying immense power and true energy, and slammed heavily into the very center of the three-lobed head.

boom--!
With a loud bang, the willpower mixed in with the fist tore through its force field.

The sharp blade pierced through with a "thud," and immense force poured from the top of the demon's head to its feet.

With a piercing scream, as if smashing a soda can, Meng Chuan slapped him into a lump of minced meat.

A mid-level Heavenly Demon, comparable to a first-level martial artist, died instantly.

Meng Chuan's left hand instinctively followed, but unfortunately, he missed.

He hadn't expected that this demon would be so easily defeated, and was instantly killed.

I thought that although my opponent was not as good as Luo Qin, I could at least hold my own for a couple of moves, but he turned out to be so weak.

However, this was also a good thing, and Meng Chuan felt much more at ease.

The martial artist next to him had already dealt with the few Karami, and Meng Chuan habitually stepped forward to loot the corpses.

"These are all little offspring that split off from that [Tree Demon]."

The smaller one is called the Withered Wooden Puppet, and the larger one is called the Thorn Blight. These things both seem to be somewhat crippled, lacking a true spirit within them.

"No true spirit?"

He felt like he had lost out badly; any one of the [core] or [true spirit] of a mid-level Heavenly Demon would be worth over seven figures.

The core is the demon core of the Void-like Heavenly Demon, which is also the most important material on its body.

True spirits, on the other hand, are solid-type celestial demons, similar to the human primordial spirit.

It can be used to forge true weapons and can also be used in medicine, making it equally precious.

I was hoping to give the dragon demon some true spirit food, but it looks like that's not going to happen.
Upon hearing the other party's reminder, under Meng Chuan's gaze.

The corpse of the demon emitted a foul odor, and then gradually melted away like ice and snow.

"Brother, be careful, the corpse is covered in miasma."

Upon hearing the reminder, Meng Chuan took two steps back and stood still to wait.

A moment later, only a small clump of green, wrinkled bark, like tree sap, remained on the ground.

"This thing is also useful. It can be used as an inner armor material similar to the Magic Rabbit Armor. It should be worth several hundred thousand."

He had seen similar materials online; the skin-like items of a mid-level Heavenly Demon were worth about the same.

Although it was far less valuable than a true spirit, Meng Chuan didn't mind having too little.

He picked it up with his hands wrapped in true energy, kneaded it into a ball, and put it into his backpack.

This is to prevent residual toxins from remaining on the bark.

Although he felt that even if it was poisonous, it wouldn't harm his physique, he figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

After the bark of the thorny bushes was compacted, it didn't take up much space in the backpack on my back; I could easily fit dozens or even hundreds of sheets in it.

Even if it's not worth much money, Chencang is now teeming with demons.

"If I kill a few more, I can accumulate quite a bit in one night."

Meng Chuan's original intention was to help the residents, but he naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to make some extra money.

Whether you sell it to a school for credits or have it acquired by HanHai for cash, both are good options.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan was filled with energy and couldn't wait to go and fight the Heavenly Demon.

Coming to his senses, he saw the martial artist stand up from the ground, hands on his knees, panting:
"Thanks, brother. There are still a dozen or so residents trapped inside the Ruyi Restaurant on East Street ahead, but there are three Thorn Fiends nearby."

Meng Chuan's eyes sharpened, and he spoke in a low voice:
"Please lead the way."

"Are you confident, brother?"

The man was somewhat worried; were the two of them enough to handle three mid-level Heavenly Demons?
An ordinary martial artist, except for those whose six orifices have all undergone abnormalities, has reached the perfect state.

Anyone who can single-handedly defeat a mid-level Heavenly Demon is considered a skilled fighter of the same rank.

He saw that Meng Chuan was very skilled, but he still had some reservations about facing three of them.

"rest assured."

Meng Chuan told him to calm down.

His specialty is fire, which gives him a natural advantage when fighting these wood-elemental demons.

Only three, three punches are enough!
(End of this chapter)