With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 319 Visit, Fear, the Third Step!
Luo Meng's senses unfolded layer by layer, touching the doorway and seeping into the cracks like a gentle stream.

She sensed that the atmosphere inside the room was stagnant, like a still pool.

Luo Meng's expression grew increasingly serious. Could it be...?
It really is him.
"The strength displayed by that demonic martial artist was undoubtedly at the second limit, while Meng Chuan had only recently broken through to the first limit..."
Perhaps there are still hidden cards up their sleeves.

She thought of that strange tortoise shell again.
The bedding on the bed was neatly arranged, and the teacups on the table had lost their warmth.

The phoenix-shaped senses extended inward inch by inch along the floor.
Just then, the sound of washing and rinsing came from the bathroom.

At four o'clock in the morning, Meng Chuan, as usual, was "up" to practice his boxing.

Luo Meng's mind jolted, and she withdrew all her senses.

She thought to herself:

"It seems I'm overthinking it."

Putting everything else aside, Meng Chuan was somewhat lacking in destructive power, which was comparable to the second limit.

He was only a beginner in martial arts, and even with his ability to change his form, it was impossible for him to fight the ten-meter-tall demon for a long time.

There were no traces of fist blades or spears on the field, and she absolutely did not believe that Meng Chuan could fight a high-ranking demon with his bare hands.

As the sky turned from pitch black to dusky yellow, Luo Meng gracefully departed to practice her stance.

She usually gets up around four o'clock to practice martial arts, which coincides with Meng Chuan's practice.

Sensing that he had finished washing up and was walking out of the house to start practicing boxing, Luo Meng nodded slightly.

Hardworking and diligent people often share a sense of mutual respect and appreciation.

Looking at the boy in the thin mist, she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

"No wonder Lao Luo thinks highly of him. Putting aside his talent and comprehension, his perseverance is extremely rare."

As time passed, only the sounds of fists and kicks remained in the courtyard.

Little did he know that after she left, Meng Chuan secretly felt a sense of relief.

After leaving, he suddenly changed course and ran wildly towards the Southwest Associated University.

The commotion from the final battle with "Lin Yue" was so great that the chances of it going unnoticed were extremely slim.

That's why he changed his mind and gave up hiding down the mountain to wait for dawn to return, instead going directly back to the United Nations University.

If the school immediately launches an external investigation and conducts an internal self-examination, then we're in serious trouble.
Having learned from Zhao Jian's example, Meng Chuan wouldn't gamble his own future on the intelligence of the entire campus.

Only after realizing the figure outside the door had disappeared into the distance did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Tonight was certainly a bit risky, but it was worth it.

The "Demonic Seed in the Heart of the Dao" technique, which integrates with the Fear chapter, is subtly enhancing the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit.

Even though his proficiency in the technique didn't improve, the increase in its level and grade still brought him considerable benefits.

At the same time, once the seed of fear is completely integrated into his Dao heart, he will also be able to obtain his first "martial arts ultimate move".

Meng Chuan has high expectations for its effects.

Relying on the Dao Heart and the cultivation of demonic martial arts principles to slowly grind, the day of complete fusion is probably still far away.

If he wants to master the first ultimate move sooner, he needs to take the initiative and create "fear".
When it came to refining the [Fear], Meng Chuan first excluded ordinary people and martial artists.

Leaving aside the fact that such people are considered "gods," their numbers are negligible to begin with.

Moreover, this is no different from the methods of those who follow the demonic path, so it is absolutely unacceptable.

The idea that most demons are mindless and that intelligent demons are usually powerful is incorrect.

Meng Chuan's gaze finally settled on the demonic martial artist.

The situation in Yong'an has been stable recently, and he hasn't heard any news of the demonic forces causing trouble in the city for some time.

The school's task system also has virtually no related tasks, and the police station and martial arts association have sufficient manpower to handle any anomalies on their own.
"When I have some free time, I'll ask Inspector Lung Kau to keep an eye out for me. It'll not only speed up the integration of fears, but also allow me to acquire some resources—a win-win situation."

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan retrieved a large spear from inside the house.

Tonight, I've "successfully" achieved my goal, and I'll use the big gun to vent my frustration.

With a tremor, a powerful hum transmitted to the tip of the spear, which he then grabbed with one arm and splashed ink freely.

He practiced the basics of the spear silently, without using any fancy moves, such as striking, pointing, piercing, and chopping.

This is a warm-up exercise routine added by Meng Chuanxin every morning.

The night before, I practiced the "Golden Finger" technique by rubbing a stick, and when I woke up, it was just right for me to wield a gun.

Practice for ten minutes or so, and you'll see some improvement.

The sound of wind breaking was slow and continuous, and each strike made the air explode.

Suddenly, he spun around and thrust forward, the true energy of the Five Elements Metal subtly appearing from his arm, piercing through the giant rock of Starry Soup three meters away, creating a hole the size of a bowl.

As he finished his stance, the butt of his spear struck the ground, and Meng Chuan secretly gained insight.

Since last night, my shooting touch is even more intense today, with three points coming yesterday.
During his battle with "Lin Yue" just now, he used his iron fists as if they were a spear.

It's just a few simple, unadorned routines, yet it's the essence of simplicity.

Wherever the fist strikes, the force and true energy are condensed like the tip of a blade.

Every punch contains the torment of being gruelingly trained with a spear in the world of imagination.
Meng Chuan sheathed his spear and stood there, feeling the lingering energy of the spear flowing through his body.

Last night's fight with Lin Yue gave him a deeper understanding of the martial arts principle of using fists instead of guns.

This is both a verification of Qi Jiguang's imagery training in Changquan (Long Fist) and a practical breakthrough in integrating military tactics into boxing.

"The insights into marksmanship from the world of imagination are now giving back to reality."

All weapons are true martial arts, whether it's the sharp thrust of a spear or the slashing and chopping of a sword.

Its core power generation principles are all inherited from the boxing style.

Despite the variations, the fundamental principles remain the same: only by solidifying the foundation of boxing techniques can one truly master the essence of all kinds of weapons.

Martial arts are the foundation of everything.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan turned to practicing third-rate boxing techniques to improve his proficiency.

At the same time, he secretly wondered if he had made any mistakes on the northern slope of Mount Li. That demon was equally cunning; those who came later would most likely fail to catch it.

But the other party will definitely not return to Yan Hua. They will probably revert to Lin Yue's appearance and hide somewhere else, or find a new body.

If this demon harms others, there's nothing Meng Chuan can do.

Aside from the well-known legitimate methods, they have used every available means, truly running out of options.

All he could do was carefully instruct his family and anonymously remind the police station to impose martial law.

When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue.

It seems that Meng Chuan has provoked another enemy lurking in the shadows.

The brand new version of Lin Yue, Lin Yue (2.0 heavily modified version)
Fortunately, Meng Chuan recalled the scene of his previous fight with him.

"My aura and appearance have been altered by a thousand faces and a thousand eyes. There is only one thing: in my final, unleashed state, I might arouse suspicion in the other party."
If it can read Lin Yue's memories like the previous [Venom], it will definitely know my true form and will also control my physical form.

Alternatively, I could try reporting it to the university, at which point the school would try to pull me into a conflict.

But as long as Principal Yang doesn't use his special abilities, I face no risk of being exposed.

Yang Huan has already reconciled with him, and given that he just won the Martial Arts True Inheritance for the Yong'an Campus, the possibility of him making a move is very small.

It's just an "internal war within the demonic path," nothing serious.

Based on Meng Chuan's understanding of Yang Huan, this "old fox," such a trivial matter was not enough to make him take action and worsen their relationship.

"If we don't report it, that demon might lie in wait in the shadows, looking for an opportunity to confirm his identity and take revenge."

But Meng Chuan was not afraid; he had already made preparations to deal with it.

As long as the opponent dares to show themselves, their True Martial Armor will be fully armed, and eliminating them completely will not be a problem.

Armor and True Weapon greatly enhance combat effectiveness.

Meng Chuan was afraid of being exposed, which is why he didn't bring it with him when he practiced the "demonic art" last night.

If the moon at the Bridge of Helplessness were in hand, the final soul attack should be enough to kill the opponent.

Pity.
Meanwhile, Qi Mu, who had regained his "Lin Yue" form, hid deep in the dark alleys of Yong'an City.

It caressed the damaged core of the true spirit, its dark gaze lingering in the darkness.

"The Ancient Master under Li Xiao's command."

It murmured softly, its voice tinged with doubt and annoyance.

Recalling her encounter at the northern foot of Mount Li last night, Qi Mu couldn't help but curse herself for meddling.

If it weren't for a moment of curiosity, I wouldn't have followed that strange old man who practiced demonic arts.

Its painstakingly built Lishan mushroom network wouldn't be destroyed overnight.

That area is now under intense scrutiny, and in the short term—no, it's impossible to go back there forever.

"What bad luck!"

It spat fiercely, the dark green liquid corroding a small pit in the corner of the wall.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Qi Mu began to plan his next move.

As the former master of a level four demon nest, it deeply understands the principle of "taking advantage of the situation".

The safest course of action right now is to follow the clues provided by "Ancient Master" to investigate further.

"If that old man really is one of Li Xiao's men..."

It gave a sinister laugh.

"Then let's find an opportunity to kill him and get a new skin."

On second thought, it revealed a cunning look:

"It would be even better if it were a counterfeit."

The thought made Akira lick her lips excitedly.

It could feign allegiance, simultaneously investigating the true identity of the Ancient Master while secretly infiltrating the Demon Summoning Palace.

After all, apart from that strange old man, no one else in the world knows its true nature.

Build your own network of followers and gather emotional power through them to restore your strength.

This is the third step in its "rebirth plan".

Thinking of that enemy who drove it to such a predicament.

Qi Mu's demonic energy surged involuntarily, but she quickly suppressed the fluctuations and let out a low laugh:
"The mountains whispered. Li Xiao and that strange old man. No rush, we have plenty of time."

Deep in the alley, the dark green figure gradually blended into the shadows.

A golden line appeared on the distant horizon, signaling the approach of dawn.

Several days later, the turmoil at the northern foot of Mount Li gradually subsided.

Meng Chuan originally intended to tell his master about the "Demonic Seed in the Heart of the Dao," but he had to postpone it because he was away in Hebei Province due to matters concerning the martial arts school.

These past few days, he has maintained his usual martial arts training rhythm.

There was nothing unusual, and the school did not send anyone to inquire about him.

"The fake Lin Yue has not made any move. It seems that he has chosen to either suffer in secret or escape from Yong'an."

From the perspective of the United Nations, the internal strife within the Northern Mountain Demonic Path was indeed not a major incident after the self-investigation was completed covertly.

Yan Hua, however, has not had a peaceful few days, because Lin Yue has disappeared.
Although they have no roots, they possess "wisdom roots." They are students in the "Buddhist Disciples Class," on which Buddhism places high hopes. This class is similar in significance to the United University Master Class, where every student is crucial.

After lunch, Meng Chuan, who was about to go to Dong Yue's house, suddenly received a phone call and rushed to the school conference room instead.

Yan Hua's people have arrived.

"【Panshan Jiao·Feng Yue】, Chief Meng, do you still remember me?"

The person opposite him had a smile on his lips. When he saw the imposing figure approaching, he quickly stood up and shook hands.

(End of this chapter)