With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 76 The Black Ape Arrives, Meng Chuansi Understands
The man in the top hat looked out the window, his gaze piercing through the night and fixed on the distance.

After a moment, he turned back and said:
"Then I'll be going now, let's talk another day."

Just as the man in the top hat finished speaking, Meng Chuan noticed a pool of thick, black liquid slipping out of his uncle's pocket.

The liquid seemed to have a life of its own, flowing along the folds of the clothes and quietly disappearing into the sleeve of the man in the top hat.

Immediately, the man in the top hat stretched out his hand and waved it in the air.

In an instant, a large, vortex-like area of ​​nothingness appeared out of thin air beside him.

The vortex was pitch black and deep, constantly devouring the surrounding light.

In that brief instant, the man in the top hat flashed into the room.

The vortex closed in the next second, and the other person's figure completely disappeared.

The instant the man in the top hat disappeared, Meng hurriedly shook his uncle's shoulders vigorously and shouted:
"Uncle, wake up!"

Meng Yongzhi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion, and asked in bewilderment:

"What's going on here? Where are we?"

Before he could finish speaking, a violent shaking came from the ceiling.

The two swayed, and Meng Yongzhi was so weak that he almost fell.

Meng Chuan instinctively helped his uncle up, and after regaining his balance, he looked up.

The ceiling cracked as it shook, and dust cascaded down the corners of the walls.

Immediately following, a loud "BOOM!" was heard.

The ceiling was forcibly ripped open and disappeared, allowing moonlight to pour down.

Immediately afterwards, a huge black ape appeared overhead, its body obscuring the moonlight and casting a shadow.

Meng Chuan was slightly taken aback by this scene, but then his tense nerves instantly relaxed.

"Chief Inspector Long, you can stop here. The thief is gone."

Long Jiu clung to the eaves and sensed that there was no one else around. Then, he suddenly jumped down.

The enormous body rapidly changed in mid-air, gradually shrinking in size while the black fur around its body gradually disappeared.

The moment he landed, dust billowed up, and by the time Meng Chuan could see clearly again, Long Jiu had already returned to his bald, burly form.

He knew that the black ape state that Chief Long had just displayed was the manifestation of his ape-like spiritual essence.

Starting from the third major period, the ideological differences between the Xingyi and Xiangxing schools became increasingly significant.

Xingyi School emphasizes the unity of man and environment, using one's martial arts intent to change the real environment, whether it be feng shui or thunder and fire, all can be controlled in a single thought.

The Pictographic School is completely different. It emphasizes observing and interpreting the image of the Beast King, integrating oneself with the Dharma forms of powerful creatures in the world, and conforming one's martial arts realm to the Dharma forms of beasts.

However, in order to control greater power, both prioritize improving their Qi and blood.

A thunderclap sounded in his ears, and Meng Chuan snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at the sky. Just then, Luo Guanyun arrived on a cloud.

Seeing this, Long Jiu said with considerable envy:

"You guys who practice Xingyi are so elegant; you can fly even before you've reached the Venerable level."

Seeing that his disciple was unharmed, Luo Guanyun laughed heartily and said:
"I'm the only martial arts master who can fly. Bald Dragon, you don't need to envy others, just envy me!"

Meng Yongzhi sat in the chair for a long time before he understood what was going on.

Seeing that his uncle was alright, Meng Chuan finally felt relieved.

Only then did Luo Guanyun notice that Meng Chuan was covered in blood.

"It's alright, Master Luo. I'm perfectly fine. I just encountered a demon on the way here and killed it, which infected me."

"Good, solid and not bad!"

Meng Chuan then said, somewhat embarrassed:

"I was in a hurry and rode your motorcycle, which caused the damage."

Meng Yongzhi hurriedly spoke up:

"I'll pay for it."

Luo Guanyun waved his hand dismissively:

"As long as everyone's alright, it's just a small motorcycle. I have plenty more in my garage." Upon hearing this, Long Jiu's face flashed with surprise.

"I knew it! I received a message from my subordinates on my way here saying that the demon had been beaten to death and dumped on the street, and no one knows who did it."

"Xiao Meng, you're amazing now! You're incredible!"

Half past one in the morning.

Meng Chuan arrived at the police station.

He needed to cooperate with the police to give a statement, and Luo Guanyun, his teacher, accompanied him.

Looking at Meng Chuan's youthful face, the police officers were filled with admiration.

"At such a young age, he is capable of fighting against a demon; he is truly a formidable young talent."

Soon, Long Jiu came in with the relevant materials.

"No need to write a statement. With me vouching for you, there won't be any problems. Once you collect your bonus, go home and get some sleep."

Hearing the police chief's speech, Meng Yongzhi breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then his heart tightened again.

He was somewhat worried when he saw that Meng Chuan always seemed to be lost in thought.

Even if this martial artist has become possessed by a demon, he is still a human being.

Meng Yongzhi was worried that Meng Chuan's first murder would leave him with psychological trauma.

He looked at Meng Chuan and whispered:

"Are you alright? That guy wasn't even human. Killing him is fine."

Luo Guanyun also looked at his apprentice with some concern, and Meng Yongzhi's worries were not unfounded.

Many young martial arts prodigies have become traumatized after witnessing bloodshed, and thus stopped participating in any martial arts training.

"It's alright, disciple. Just pretend nothing happened. It's normal for us martial artists to kill a demonic brat."

Meng Chuan pursed his lips; he had been thinking about something else.

Hearing his uncle talking to his master, his eyes turned back, calm as a still lake.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Police station family quarters.

The 20 yuan has been received, bringing Meng Chuan's personal funds to 191 million yuan.

I recently bought tens of thousands of medicinal herbs to make medicinal food paste; otherwise, it's very likely that the price would have exceeded two million.

In order not to disrupt Meng Chuan's normal life and to prevent him from being targeted by demonic martial artists, the police did not disclose Meng Chuan's name in this case.

Meng Chuan dragged his slightly tired body slowly into the bedroom.

The night's experience was exhausting. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, took out a strip of medicinal paste and swallowed it in large gulps, bringing some comfort to his tired body.

He took the phone the man in the top hat had given him from his pocket and threw it into the cabinet, his thoughts drifting back to a few hours earlier.

"Let's put the Spirit Seed Thunder Technique aside for now. The most important thing right now is to confirm the other party's identity, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Who could it be?

"The first thing the man in the top hat said to me was, 'Xiao Meng,'"
The tone was very natural, which means the speaker definitely knows me quite well; they're very likely someone I know!

Now that he didn't have to worry about his uncle's safety, Meng Chuan was able to think quietly.

The timbre can be changed, and the tone of voice can be deliberately altered.

But speaking speed is a habit that a person has accumulated over a long period of time. Recalling the speed at which the top hat spoke, his mind was racing.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't come up with a solution.

So he changed his approach and started to think about what the man in the top hat was trying to achieve by saying those things to him, in order to deduce his identity.

Without a doubt, the other party's goal was aimed directly at Master Luo's true skill of Xingyi Thunder Technique—[Primordial Spirit Thunder Technique].

He thought about it further.

"My encounter with the Demon King Xu Dong was definitely not accidental; it must have been intentionally arranged by the man in the top hat."

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