With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 289 Practical Advancement! Back to the Riverbank!
After drinking the special supplement provided by the military, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

The blood and qi surged, absorbing and digesting the nutrients, and the body felt much more relaxed.

"call"

Meng Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

As it stood up, the blood scabs that had formed on the inner armor of the magic rabbit peeled off in a flurry with a shake of its aura.

After fighting for more than ten hours straight, his pupils seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray mist.

Many fragmented images of families torn apart and people killed still remain on my retina.

Although the blade of the fist was as smooth as a mirror, it had a strong, pungent stench of rotting wood.

He subconsciously rubbed the blade with his thumb, recalling how many demons he had crushed.

Fifty? eighty?
There are too many; the numbers are somewhat blurry in my memory.

Only the heavy load of Heavenly Demon materials in his backpack served as a testament to Meng Chuan's hard work.

Although he was exhausted, Meng Chuanle was happy to have saved so many compatriots and to have such a large bag of harvest.

Leaving aside the true spirit devoured by the dragon demon, and the superior core inside the bag.

The bark of those Heavenly Demon Trees alone is worth at least tens of millions.

When I came to my senses, I saw that everyone was still resting.

Meng Chuan focused his divine power, his ears twitching slightly as he listened to the distant sounds of battle from the direction of the demon's lair growing fainter.

He pondered:

"Once things are settled at the Demon Nest, this emergency mission should be complete."
It's unclear what the current situation is of the culprit behind this demonic rampage.

If they escape, Chencang, the Shaanxi region, and even the entire country will likely be plunged into turmoil.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan suddenly thought of something else that was quite unfavorable to him.

"After this battle ends, it is estimated that the quantity of [tree bark] and [True Spirit of Wood] in the entire market will surge."

My earnings may decrease significantly, not as much as I imagined.

This was unavoidable; the military and police had far more resources available to them than he did.

Meng Chuan could only hope that fewer of these materials would enter the market, and ideally, that they would all be used internally.
But all in all, tonight was a huge success, the most crucial thing being that high-level demon core.

If he goes back and sells it, Master Meng can also enjoy the martial arts elixir that can enhance his cultivation.

For example, the five hundred credits of the Qi Jia Ling Dan (a type of magical pill).
Thinking about this, Meng Chuan realized that he was still a poor man.

If he exchanged everything in his backpack for credits, he estimated he could only afford a few of these pills.

One pill's effect lasts for a little over seven days, and considering the lingering effects, it's barely enough for a month at most.
This is normal, though. These things are usually bought by second- or third-level experts to accelerate their cultivation.

The purpose is to allow enough time to strive for the title of martial arts grandmaster.

Aside from wealthy families, those who reach the first stage of martial arts mastery and undergo six acupoint mutations must diligently grind for them themselves.

Twenty minutes later, a whistle blew.

The group stopped regulating their breathing and continued to sweep outwards.

Meanwhile, as Meng Chuan was focused on searching for the Heavenly Demon, he did not notice that another figure had appeared behind him.

That person was none other than Dong Yue, who had left and then returned.

The situation at the Demon Nest has stabilized, and Grandpa Bai told him to go back and keep an eye on Meng Chuan to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Coming to his senses, Dong Yue stared at the imposing figure before him.

His punch landed, its powerful force carrying a layer of true energy.

Gathered together, they tore apart everything in their path.

The Thorn Demon's body shattered upon contact; its skin shrank and the rest turned into green slurry.

Seeing this, Dong Yue nodded inwardly, his face full of admiration:
"This kid is no longer a fledgling, but an eagle that has already soared into the sky."

Around six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun gradually set.

This is the sixteenth hour after the Chencang Demon Nest riot.

After a round-the-clock, high-intensity battle, this emergency operation is nearing its end.

With the concerted efforts of the military, the police, and Wuhan University, 99% of the demons in Chencang City have been wiped out.

Those who remained in deep hiding places were handed over to the local defense forces for handling.

The Wuhan University students can now return home in glory and rest.

Meng Chuan stretched his slightly numb muscles and followed the others out of the city.

My weary mind was deeply cleansed by the scene before me.

The old woman, trembling, looked at the crowd and tears of gratitude streamed down her face.

Several children, their faces blackened by smoke, looked up at them, their eyes reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

At that moment, he heard a chorus of choked thanks from all around him.

At this point, Meng Chuanben's heart, hardened by prolonged killing, was cold.

At this moment, some of it has melted.

"Everyone, it's good that you're alive."

After bidding farewell to his comrades in the garrison and police station, Meng Chuanhe and his fellow students boarded the special bus back to school.

On the return trip, there was no need to arrange the vehicles according to their numbers; he, Meng Jiaolong, and Xu Qingfeng sat side by side.

Leaning back in his chair, Meng Chuan rubbed his aching neck, feeling uncomfortable all over.

If even he has such stamina, one can only imagine how others are.

Meng Jiaolong tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, falling into a deep sleep.

Meng Chuan felt a slight tickling sensation near his ear.

This is a strand of the other person's hair, brushing against them unintentionally.

He reached out and scratched it, then ignored it; the girl was exhausted tonight.

Let her take advantage of it.
Beside him on the left, Xu Qingfeng rubbed his swollen and aching upper arm and whispered:

"I'm so tired. Meng, we'll be back in Yong'an soon. Why don't we skip going back to school and find a place to get a good massage to relax?" Meng Chuan was tempted, but thinking about his large bag of valuable items worth tens of millions, he shook his head and refused.

"Forget it, the school clinic's techniques aren't bad either. I'll feel more at ease exchanging this bag of good stuff for money or credits first."

"Alright, I've made quite a bit tonight, and I've almost gathered all the resources I need for the Nine Passes."

Thanks to the power of Yun Xian's will, Xu Qingfeng killed more than twenty withered wooden puppets.

The collected tree burls can fetch a good price.

"Let's stop talking for now, I'll take a break too."

Meng Chuan silently closed his eyes, his expression relaxed.

He looked at the panel and saw that the two newly learned third-rate fire-attribute fist techniques brought him one step closer to mastery.

Qi Jiguang's proficiency in Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) has also improved considerably.

Before tonight I was proficient (88%), now I have reached the pinnacle.

"Although this kind of high-intensity combat is very tiring, the speed of improvement in boxing skills is much faster than the usual hard training."

Even after becoming a martial artist, this top-notch ancient martial arts style is still not easy to master.

With Meng Chuan's current physical attributes, comprehension, and mastery of boxing techniques and martial arts principles, he is a formidable opponent.

If you allocate your daily boxing practice time, you can only improve your proficiency by about 2% in a day.

On the one hand, he had little time for cultivation, as he devoted most of his time to mental exercises, stance training, and two third-rate boxing techniques.

On the other hand, it's because their understanding of this martial art is not thorough enough.

"If only I could master its world of imagery, killing Japanese pirates for ten minutes every day would be equivalent to practicing martial arts for several days."

Take it slow. I don't have the key to the imagery of "fighting Japanese pirates on the riverbank" right now, so I can only dream about it.
At 7:30, the sky was dusky.

After returning to the university with the others, Meng Chuan bid farewell and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Lying in bed, feeling the tranquility around him, his tense nerves completely relaxed.

As my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, in the instant my consciousness faded away.

He seemed to hear the lightning seed starting to stir and crackle.
It seems the Dragon Demon is going to suffer tonight.
When Meng Chuan opened his eyes again, it was already four o'clock in the morning of the next day.

After getting out of bed, Meng Chuan stretched and felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as yesterday's fatigue was swept away.

This was the most comfortable sleep he had had in recent years.

Come back to your senses.

Meng Chuan examined his body internally and found that there were no changes in his muscles and bones.

Looking again at the middle dantian, the green spots on the dragon demon's body were much larger than those from the previous night.

"Although I sensed the Thunder Seed making its move last night, the Dragon Demon probably hasn't finished digesting those true spirits yet, so it needs to rest for another two days."

Looking out the window, Meng Chuan saw that the sky was still dark.

Stepping outside and spreading my senses, the response I received was complete silence.

Meng Chuan stretched his arms a couple of times, smiled knowingly, and pondered for a moment:
"It seems everyone was really tired yesterday; no one practiced boxing this morning."

Then let's open the book!
Time slipped away quietly amidst the punches and kicks, and the first rays of dawn broke.

Meng Chuan stood still in the courtyard, having finished studying the two third-rate boxing styles.

Next, as the sun rises, we will try to enter the imagery of "fighting Japanese pirates on the riverbank" once again.

He slowly raised his hand, and the moves of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist unfolded like flowing clouds and water.

The fist cleaved through the morning mist, and the internal energy flowed with the force, gradually merging with the power of this fist technique.

Meng Chuan received a strong divine transmission, and the next moment his brow felt slightly warm, accompanied by the world becoming brighter.

The wondrous state of "enlightenment at dawn and dusk" suddenly descends.

He had entered moments of enlightenment many times, so he was no longer surprised and continued to focus on studying the boxing techniques.

Gradually, Meng Chuan seemed to hear a cacophony of sounds.

It felt as if I were in a bustling crowd, and the crisp "clanging" sound was like the clash of swords.

In a daze, I suddenly heard the roaring sound of the river.

Just then, his punching motion suddenly froze.

The scene before Meng Chuan's eyes changed abruptly, and he hadn't even had time to react.

A tingling sensation, the kind that only occurs when facing a life-or-death crisis, suddenly enveloped my entire body.

An elongated, transparent, narrow sword rushed out from the mist, accompanied by the rustling of a salty, fishy river breeze!

Although his face was covered by a crimson robe, Meng Chuan quickly realized what was happening.

He rolled and dodged the sharp blade, then retaliated with a heavy punch.

Boom-!
His incredibly exaggerated strength was actually blocked by a seemingly insignificant long shield.

Using the reaction force to retreat, Meng Chuan's eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation.

"A python robe, a sword for fighting Japanese pirates, and a rattan shield... I've become a Japanese pirate?"

I subconsciously touched my mouth; no mustache had grown.
No time to think about it.

Right before his eyes, around the figure whose face he couldn't see, dressed in a bright red python robe, were the figures raising long swords with both hands.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and a terrifyingly large air pressure was flowing around that seemingly transparent body.

Meng Chuan subconsciously reached for his waist, but Yue from the Bridge of Helplessness had not come in with him.

He swallowed hard and suddenly raised his fists into a boxing stance.

Zheng——!
With a soft hum, a crimson blade flashed suddenly.

The speed was too fast; Meng Chuan's eyes simply couldn't keep up.

He could only cling to the divine and try his best to perceive it.

He didn't dodge, because the figure moved along with the blade's edge!
Wait, watch, search.

flaw.

(End of this chapter)