With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 88 Meng Chuan's Meritorious Service, the Blazing Fire of the Candle Dragon

Thinking back to how the other person had disguised themselves at the police station, I couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating.

Yuan Huan acted so innocently and spoke so earnestly that he was actually fooled.
After handing Yuan Huan over to his colleagues who had come to help, Long Jiu and Meng Chuan hurriedly returned to the restroom in the school's martial arts arena.

The toilet was in a mess due to the previous fierce battle, with broken walls scattered all over the floor.

Long Jiu saw the viper on the ground with a large hole in its chest, already lifeless.

He looked up at Meng Chuan, his eyes full of admiration, and said in a deep voice:

"This is the sixth deputy captain of the Blackwater Level 3 squad. The Blackwater people are ruthless and infamous in the underworld."

I never expected to be defeated by you. Not bad!

"To fight against six levels from five life-or-death trials, your strength and courage are truly admirable. Your master has really found a good disciple!"

Meng Chuan pondered to himself:
"No wonder it was so difficult to deal with during the fight, with its endless tricks. Just as I thought, it really is the Sixth Gate."

In fact, he had a guess in his mind when he first noticed the opponent's strange movement and fierce attacks.

Now that my guess has been confirmed, I feel much calmer.

The two walked deeper into the ruins, and Meng Chuan immediately spotted the Hu brothers, who were lying stiffly on the ground.

Long Jiu quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out to check his breath.

Sensing a faint but steady airflow, he lifted their eyelids to check and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning to Meng Chuan, he said:
"They're all still alive, just unconscious."

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan found the mysterious blood-red bowl in the corner.

"Chief Long, the thing I was talking about is right here!"

Long Jiu strode forward, and his expression changed drastically the moment he saw the blood-red bowl. He squatted down and studied it carefully before slowly standing up.

With a serious look, he said:
"That bastard Yuan Huan is fucking insane!"

"This is a magical artifact, a type of spell bowl. It's safe for now without the blessing of incantations and rituals."

"Meng Chuan, you have truly done a great service this time. Once this thing is activated, the consequences would be unimaginable. You have saved the lives of everyone in the school!"

Meng Chuan's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit, and upon hearing Chief Long's words, he felt a wave of lingering fear.

But he has no regrets about the decision he made today. If he had to do it again, he would still step forward without hesitation if faced with so many lives.

Even if the road ahead is thorny—I wish to pursue with light cavalry, but the snow fills my bow and sword!

"Alright, you should go back and rest now. With me here, you'll get all the rewards you deserve."

Meng Chuan nodded and left.

At the school gate, the principal looked expectantly into the school, but unfortunately, he couldn't go in because of the police blockade.

Seeing Meng Chuan approaching, a huge weight was lifted from his heart.

He got up and hurried over to greet her, his face full of concern.

"Are you alright, Meng Chuan? This was too dangerous. Are you injured?"

Meng Chuan shook his head slightly, his tone calm.

"It's alright, Principal, it's all taken care of."

The students who had been safely evacuated from the auditorium had all heard about Meng Chuan's actions and were now gathered together to discuss them enthusiastically.

"Meng Chuan is too awesome! If it weren't for him, we would have been in big trouble this time!"

"Your brother is still your brother, who once fought across three thousand miles and whose sword once defeated a million soldiers!"

"You're spouting rhymes all the time, are you preparing for graduate school?"

Meng Chuan's former homeroom teacher, Deputy Director Wang, also proudly patted his chest and said:
"See these? These are the students I taught!"

"Impressive, truly terrifying, Director Wang is indeed terrifying."

The teachers who were taking care of the students also secretly admired Meng Chuan, even though he did not notify the teachers in time as Long Jiu had requested, but made the decision himself.

But from today's perspective, the other party's approach was undoubtedly correct.

"Meng Chuan is a capable and courageous young man! He's sure to achieve great things in the future!"

Meng Chuan was so ashamed that he almost panicked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Blackwater Squad members being held by the police.

The leader had a powerful presence, but the five men still hung their heads with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

He watched this scene and sighed inwardly:
"Evil will eventually be brought to justice. We must never go against the country and must be law-abiding citizens."

I had only taken two steps forward when I saw my uncle and aunt standing not far away, their eyes full of concern.

Meng Yongzhi quickly came forward and patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder.

"Well done!"

"No matter what happens, we will always be your strongest support!"

Aunt Xue Na didn't know what to say for a moment, so she just kept looking at Meng Chuan without saying a word.

Then suddenly she hugged Meng Chuan and started crying.

Meng Chuan gently patted his aunt's shoulder.

"Don't cry, Auntie, I'm fine."

Meng Yongzhi said:
"She was so worried about you just now, she's terrified now."

"You were pushing me to come in and help you, but I said how could I get in? My colleagues are all outside blocking the way, and even if I went in, I'd just be delivering food, hahaha."

Seeing that Meng Chuan was alright, Meng Yongzhi's tone became much more relaxed. After Xue Na calmed down, she released her grip on Meng Chuan and gently straightened his slightly dirty clothes.

"Your clothes are dirty. Go home and change. Your aunt will cook for you."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly and walked home side by side with his aunt.

It was late at night, in the police station's martial arts prisoner detention room.

Three o'clock in the morning.

After being interrogated all day, Yuan Huan's lips were cracked and peeling, and his throat was so dry that he felt like he could cough up fire.

Alive, like withered grass drained of its juices.

His hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, his face was full of fatigue and dejection, and his whole body exuded an aura of decay, no longer resembling the enlightened master he once was.

The cold moonlight shone through the iron bars on the top of the detention cell, and Yuan Huan's neck pressed against the cold wall.

The crisp sound of leather shoes tapping on the paving stones came from outside the iron fence. A man in a police uniform strolled over, carrying a thermos, his eyes full of amusement.

"Yuan Huan, have some water."

The man stuffed the thermos into the gap in the fence, and the bottom of the thermos hit the metal platform with a screeching sound.

suddenly!

"You're quite a talent, aren't you? Is this how you use the Seed of Fear?!"

Suddenly, spiderweb-like blood cracks appeared on the man's face, and countless compound eyes rolled up from the whites of his eyes.

Yuan Huan felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand. The martial arts suppressor that Long Jiu had put on him during the interrogation had suddenly become hot.

He saw black veins emerge beneath his skin, and a strong burning sensation erupted from the center of his chest, as if it were scorching his soul.

at the same time.

The hospital where the Hu brothers were staying suddenly erupted in wild howls.

"So, I was just a seed after all."

Yuan Huan coughed up blood, seemingly understanding something.

In an instant, the fake policeman's right hand transformed into a bone knife, digging towards his skull, and crimson blood trickled down.

Gradually, the dark, eerie gourd, exuding a chilling aura, was taken out.

With a casual wipe, blood splattered, and the fake policeman pocketed it.

"I'll let you die knowing the truth before I die. I am Ji Chengkong, the third-ranked member of the Parasite Society."
Although I'm not satisfied with your progress in collecting materials, I still want to thank you for everything you've done for me.

Then everything fell silent.

Tragically, in the hospital some distance away, the two Hu brothers also fell silent.

at this time.

The emergency lights along the entire corridor suddenly exploded, and two golden lights shone in the darkness.

A man dressed in a red and white training uniform lit a cigarette with his finger and stood at the end of the corridor.

As his sunglasses slipped off, the crimson flames that ignited in his left eye illuminated the digital clock on the wall—03:11.

"So that's why I smelled bedbugs, you were here."

The visitor was none other than the president of Yong'an Martial Arts University.

The Fifth Limit Martial Arts Venerable – [Eye of the Candle Dragon – Yin Tianshou]!
"There are more and more cockroaches in Yong'an City, and we can't get rid of them no matter how hard we try."

The smoke rings exhaled by Yin Tianshou condensed into fire dragons in the air, and the metal fence twisted into a pretzel shape in the terrifying heat.

Ji Chengkong's eyes were filled with fear. How could he have run into him here?
Six black bone spurs protruded from his back, their dripping viscous liquid corroding the floor tiles with a hissing sound.

He turned and roared:

"So what? I'm..."

"Something like an ant."

Yin Tianshou's left eye blazed fiercely, and the air in the entire corridor suddenly collapsed and shrank.

Ji Chengkong's words came to an abrupt halt as his vocal cords were instantly vaporized by the intense heat of the explosion!
The bone spurs on his back shot out like a sudden storm, but stopped two meters in front of Yin Tianshou.

Then, it was engulfed by the raging crimson flames and turned into a sky full of phosphorus dust.

Golden flames chased the figure across the night sky, exploding into towering columns of water on the surface of the Chan River dozens of miles away.

With a wave of his hand, Yin Tianshou caused the entire river to boil and steam.

The sky was also dyed red by this fiery scene, weaving a candle dragon totem into the night sky.

In the silt at the bottom of the river, Ji Chengkong, with only half his body remaining, frantically tore at his chest cavity:

"I'm leaving! Quickly! Seed of Fear! You can't stop me."

Yin Tianshou's leather shoes stepped into the riverbed, and his right hand moved with lightning speed, directly piercing the other's chest and crushing a strange tumor that was connected at both ends and was smaller at the top and larger at the bottom.

"Where are you going?"

In an instant, the entire riverbed was boiled dry, leaving only half a charred skeleton in the silt at the bottom.

Principal Yin put his sunglasses back on to conceal the golden light, waved to the police officers who had arrived on the scene, and spoke into the phone:

"Long Jiu, I'll clean up your mess this time. Come and attend classes at Yong'an Martial Arts University when you have time, that'll be your way of repaying me."

As soon as he finished speaking, crimson flames erupted around Yin Tianshou, and he transformed into a long, fiery dragon, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)