With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 75 The Ape Demon's Malice, Thunder Magic Suspected

The night is thick as ink.

Meng Chuan continued on his way, his hands still trembling slightly uncontrollably, a discomfort caused by the [Jiexinzhai].

In a dark corner not far away, a pair of eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan's departing figure.

The owner of that vicious gaze was none other than Yuan Huan. He was furious that the other party had shattered the seed inside Wang Xudong's body, and he felt as if he wanted to devour Meng Chuan.

A menacing shadow loomed over the night. Just as Yuan Huan was about to rush out and make his move, the sound of police sirens came from afar.

The sharp sound pierced the night sky and echoed through the silent streets.

"Calling Captain Liu, the demon is dead!"

In an instant, the aura of martial arts masters filled the entire street.

Yuan Huan's movements suddenly froze, and a look of hesitation and reluctance appeared on his face.

"I haven't even seen the kid's face clearly yet. Oh well, as long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback."

His body hunched slightly, and he disappeared back into the darkness.
"There are still ten minutes left, we have enough time."

After killing the demon, Meng Chuan's mind became clearer, and he ran while recalling the events:

"I don't think I have any enemies, do I?"

He frowned slightly, and familiar faces began to flash through his mind like a movie.

Meng Chuan tried hard to recall his interactions with everyone, but he couldn't think of anyone he had ever antagonized.

"Never mind, we'll find out when we get there."

Tianjiawan is a famous old urban village in Yong'an City.

According to the kidnappers' address, Meng Chuan stood outside a long-abandoned two-story brick house, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, which were deathly silent.

With plenty of time to spare, Meng Chuan quietly approached the house, looked up and peered through the window. The interior was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

I dialed my uncle's number again and waited a moment before the call was connected.

Hey, I've arrived.

Come on in, the door's unlocked.

The voice entered his ears again, and Meng Chuan was certain that he had never heard this voice before today.

However, nothing is absolute, and the possibility of voice change cannot be ruled out.

Not to mention that many ordinary people can change their voice by controlling their throat.

Moreover, once you become a martial artist, you can skillfully use your inner energy to control the frequency of your vocal cord vibrations and easily create various sounds.

The enemy blood on his hands had already scabbed over, and Meng Chuan pushed open the door and stepped into the deeper darkness.

The old, dilapidated door creaked and rattled, and the lights suddenly turned on without warning the instant he stepped inside.

The blinding lights shone on him like sharp blades.

Meng Chuan subconsciously contracted his pupils; the intense light made his eyes feel slightly stinging.

But he gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort, his eyes fixed on the front, his whole body on high alert.

The dazzling light disappeared, and Meng Chuan saw that his uncle was unharmed and sitting in a chair.

There were no physical constraints, only her eyes were closed.

"uncle?"

Meng Yongzhi did not respond; only the rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Meng Chuan's gaze quickly swept across his uncle's face. His tightly furrowed brows and clenched teeth suggested he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

He quickly glanced around, but did not make any rash moves.

The kidnappers are still lurking in the shadows, and it will take Chief Inspector Long time to get there; the longer it takes, the better.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen.

A figure emerged from a side room. The person was dressed in a sharp suit and wore a black top hat with the brim pulled low, casting shadows that obscured their face.

Meng Chuan's eyes sharpened as he subtly sized up the other person.

The other party seemed to have no hostility, and there was no imposing aura emanating from them. They were as calm and composed as a deep pool of water.

He secretly gathered his strength, ready to strike at any moment.

The man in the top hat broke the silence by extending his hand, pointing directly at Meng Yongzhi and smiling faintly:

“Young Meng, return the jade intact.” Meng Chuan remained silent, like a taut bowstring.

The man in the top hat raised his hands high and shook them gently as if surrendering.

"Don't be so hostile. I just invited you here to chat, that's all."

"Sit down and talk."

After a moment's thought, Meng Chuan slowly moved to sit down next to his uncle.

The man in the top hat did exactly what he wanted, as it would help him buy more time.

Moreover, he also wanted to probe the other party's words and find out who their true identity was.

"Don't be nervous, we're just having a chat."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about the cultivation technique you plan to practice in the future."

"Primordial Spirit Seed Thunder Technique".

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan's body trembled slightly as if struck by lightning, but he maintained his composure on the surface.

"I am Master Luo's disciple. Anyone who is interested can find out what kind of martial arts I will practice in the future."

It is crucial to avoid falling into the opponent's rhythm. Meng Chuan must abandon distractions and prioritize buying time while waiting for reinforcements.

He pretended to think for a while before speaking:

"Is there a problem with planting lightning techniques in one's primordial spirit?"

The polite man cracked his knuckles and said slowly and deliberately:

"The Spirit Seed Thunder Technique, I actually prefer to call it the [Spirit Platform Demon Seed Heart Sutra]."

"As you've heard, it's demonic magic!"

The polite man said no more, giving the other person time to process the information.

Meng Chuan was somewhat surprised.

"Magic power?"

"If it really is demonic art, how can Master Luo use it so freely outside?"

He regained his composure, paused for a moment, and then spoke:

"What you say is unfounded."

The polite man leaned forward and said calmly:
"You think Luo Guanyun wants you to practice this technique in the future so that it can be passed down?"

Meng Chuan did not answer, but pretended to be deep in thought.

No matter how eloquently the other party speaks, the priority is to escape.

"Isn't there a living example right in front of you? When you came here, that [human demon] you encountered, wasn't there something flashing in his chest? That's what's called a [seed]."

"The one who is planted with the thunder magic is the nourishment. If you remain stubborn and do not understand, your fate will be the same as his."

"Nonsense! If that were true, why doesn't Master Luo take on more disciples and pass on his skills?"

Meng Chuan secretly noted down what the other person said. On the surface, he was still thinking, but in reality, he was scanning his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, looking for a way to break through and whether there were still enemies lurking in the shadows.

The man in the top hat paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"Alright, I know you're stalling for time to wait for someone to come."

"If I really wanted to make a move, you wouldn't last even a second."

"The reason I brought your uncle here is simply to have a calm talk with you, since I am one of the victims of this so-called 'plantation'."

"Time is of the essence. Once the seed is planted, it will be too late. I hope you can see the truth clearly. Even if you are still wavering in your heart, I hope you can keep what we said today a secret."

"If you're willing to trust me, we can continue to communicate using this phone."

After saying that, the other party handed over a mobile phone that looked like an old-fashioned phone, with only basic dialing functions.

"it is good."

Meng Chuan reached out and took it.

Regardless of the man in the top hat's purpose, the priority is to keep him calm.

"You're smart; you know what you should do."

(End of this chapter)