With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 96 Ointment in Hand, Meng Chuan Attacks

Meng Chuan lifted the curtain to leave; he was still young and didn't need this thing.

Seeing this, the mustachioed shop owner quickly put down the game he was playing and stopped Meng Chuan.

"Brother, don't go. What do you want? We, the old people of the Western Regions, have everything."

Meng Chuan asked, "..."
"Do you have Tantric body-strengthening oil here? The kind used for martial arts training."

He was afraid that his boss would make another mistake and bring out some strange gadget, so he emphasized it.

"For martial arts training."

The boss stroked his mustache, lost in thought.

After a moment, he hesitated before speaking:

"Take a look and see if this is the thing."

The boss took out his phone, skillfully opened the photo album, and turned the phone screen towards Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan carefully compared the pictures of Tantric body-strengthening oil online and confirmed them repeatedly before making a decision.

"This kind of thing is hard to find around here; very few people use it here."

"I don't have any in my shop either, but don't worry, brother, I can get you some."

"But the price is a bit high."

Meng Chuan, not wanting to beat around the bush, asked directly:

"How much."

"Ten thousand for a bottle, brother. This stuff is hard to find even in the Western Regions. You need connections to get it from the Tantric sect."

Meng Chuan was immediately startled, and he began to make a mental calculation.

According to online instructions, it takes about 20 bottles to fully master the "Tama Iron Arm" technique.

This stuff comes in a 50ml bottle, and it'll be gone in no time.

Moreover, he needs to buy more to keep enough for breaking the limit, so buying forty bottles would be safe.

"This is too expensive, make it cheaper."

Meng Chuan bargained.

"Five thousand, I want forty bottles."

"Brother, you're really taking advantage of me. I'll lose money even if it's only five thousand."

After some haggling, the two finally agreed on a price of 250,000.

"Brother, you really hit the jackpot this time. I've never sold anything this cheap before."

Looking at the drastically reduced balance in his bank card, Meng Chuan didn't really want to deal with this guy.

Looking at the shop owner's excited expression, he suspected that he had overpaid.

But then I thought again:
"Forget it, as long as it's expensive and works well, it's worth the money for martial arts training equipment."

After reaching an agreement, Meng Chuan left Waimin Street.

At the street corner, he specially bought another thirty skewers of lamb to take away.

The food here is delicious, and he wants his uncle and the others to try it too.

Just then, the tram arrived, and Meng Chuan boarded it to go home.

Meanwhile, Liu Ru (Venom version) is still lost and wandering around in the alley.

The air was filled with the smell of mutton, which interfered with its sense of smell, making it difficult to detect Meng Chuan's scent.

"The smell is too faint. Where did this kid go?"

It muttered to itself.

Following the directions of the lamb skewer vendor, it arrived at the entrance of the [Western Region Divine Oil] shop.

"The smell disappears here, let's go in and take a look."

Liu Ru thought to herself, and then went into the store.

Upon seeing Liu Ru, the shop owner was immediately shocked. There were women buying this stuff?
"Boss, did a young man come in just now?"

"Yes."

He stood up, stroked his mustache, and walked forward, a smile plastered on his face:

"Hey! You're buying this stuff too, young lady?"

"You bought it for your boyfriend, right? The guy you mentioned just bought 40 bottles at once, and the effects are amazing."

Liu Ru looked bewildered:
"???"

Huaqing Mountain, located on the outskirts of Yong'an City, rises high into the clouds and is shrouded in mist all year round.

Some wealthy residents of Yong'an City appreciate this kind of rustic charm, and to cater to their preferences, the developers have built a villa complex with farmhouses halfway up the mountain.

Outside the entrance to the Cloud Realm, there were many security guards who were over 1.9 meters tall.

The fact that his suit was stretched taut suggests that he had some martial arts training.

And they could only serve as gatekeepers, guarding the gates for these high-ranking officials and nobles.

Several well-to-do figures hurriedly arrived at the door.

"Your Thousand-Headed Lord, Your Virtue is Boundless."

"Please come in."

The crowd gathered in an antique courtyard, where a middle-aged man dressed in a purple-black Taoist robe stood among them.

He is the owner of this villa and also the person in charge of the Demon Summoning Hall's Huaqing Mountain stronghold.

"Are the offerings all prepared?"

"Reporting to Mr. Li, everyone has been settled in the back mountain."

“Good, gather everyone and go to the back mountain to offer their loyalty to our lord.”

"clear."

The portly man jogged over and beckoned everyone to head towards the back of the mountain.

Along the way, the middle-aged man in the purple-black martial arts uniform continued to brainwash them:
"Everyone, we are all new humans on the verge of evolution. Whether it's the supreme divine skill that grants you knowledge of ghosts and gods, or the physical sublimation that allows you to bathe in divine power..."

As long as one's faith in our Lord is steadfast enough, our Lord will not be stingy with rewards.

As the middle-aged man in the purplish-black martial arts uniform spoke, he leaped several meters high to demonstrate for everyone.

"You see, all of this is predicated on your faith in our Lord being sufficiently devout."
"If my lord senses any insincerity on the back mountain later, don't blame me, Li, for being ruthless."

On the open ground atop the back mountain, the group stood in neat rows, surrounded by an eerie atmosphere.

The altar was in the center, and the offerings placed on it exuded a strong smell of blood, including five kinds of livestock such as pigs, cattle, and sheep, as well as people.

An assistant draped a black robe over Mr. Li, who then stepped steadily onto the altar.

His gaze was extremely serious, and his voice was deep and incredibly seductive.
"Our Lord, we gather here today with sincere hearts, offering our most heartfelt loyalty, and praying that our Lord will grant us boundless strength and protection!"

After he finished speaking, everyone knelt down, chanting incantations with extremely devout expressions, praying to the unknown being.

An inexplicable green smoke rose from the altar, and a strange sense of terror enveloped the mountaintop. President Li kept scanning the entire area, ensuring everyone's devotion.

At this moment, a young man in the crowd suddenly began to tremble, his face filled with fear.

His gaze was unfocused, as if he were struggling against some unseen force.

Mr. Li, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed something amiss. He strode over to the young man and angrily reprimanded him:

How dare you harbor dishonest intentions?

The young man turned as pale as a sheet and quickly explained, "I...I'm just a little scared."

"Fear? That is the greatest disrespect to my lord!"

He then approached the young man and said calmly:

“Our Lord detests betrayal and dishonesty. Since you are filled with impure thoughts, you are not qualified to receive our Lord’s grace.”

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, and several security guards in sunglasses quickly stepped forward and dragged the young man away like a chicken.

The shouts of the young people gradually faded into the distance until they disappeared, and the back mountain returned to silence.

President Li ascended the altar once more and proclaimed, "We must steadfastly uphold our faith in our Lord, for only in this way can we obtain eternal power and supreme glory!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices echoing through the night sky and reverberating among the mountains.

At the same time, the mysterious and eerie atmosphere grew stronger, sending chills down one's spine.

Afterwards, the group descended the mountain, their excitement growing with each step, imagining what rewards the Lord would bestow upon them upon awakening.

"I donated fifty million, I don't know if my lord is satisfied."

"Five thousand five hundred? I donated two hundred million!"

Just as everyone was immersed in their fanatical faith in the so-called "Thousand-Headed Lord," a sharp police siren sounded in the night.

Sergeant Lung Kau, leading the police station's elite officers, had already set up an ambush halfway up the mountain.

It turns out that he had meticulously planned this arrest operation based on the intelligence he had gathered previously.

He was the first to push open the car door and get out, blocking the path of the believers.

The phantom of the giant ape slowly emerged behind him, its body emanating a thick, dark aura that scattered the sand and stones on the ground.

"The so-called power and sublimation are nothing but a deceptive excuse."

"To try to awaken the Heavenly Demon is a capital offense."

"Everyone, kneel down and put your hands behind your heads! Anyone who disobeys will be killed on the spot!"

Early in the morning, Meng Yongzhi sat on the sofa watching TV.

Looking at the news above, I couldn't help but sigh:
"These rich people are just bored and have nothing better to do."

Meng Chuan, who was eating breakfast at the same time, nodded in agreement.

"What era are we living in? People still believe in this stuff."

After saying that, he finished the remaining porridge in his bowl and prepared to leave.

He remembered that he had arranged to meet Chen Xuewu at the Peak Martial Arts Hall at 10 a.m., which was quite far away, so he had to leave early.

Meng Chuan put on his coat, turned to Meng Yongzhi and said:
"Uncle, I'm heading out now. I'll have lunch out."

Meng Yongzhi raised his head and instructed:

"be careful on the road."

at the same time.

In a secluded corner of Yong'an City, in an unknown underground world, dim light flickers erratically.

A mysterious and silent atmosphere permeates the place, with inexplicable totems carved on the surrounding walls.

It resembles a pattern of many snake heads, with countless heads attached to the snake's body.

A cultist dressed in black robes hurried into a secret room, his steps quick and his face showing a hint of tension and unease.

In the center of the secret chamber sat a gaunt old man, dressed in a mysterious black robe, who was praying with his eyes closed.

The follower knelt on one knee and said in a trembling voice:

“Bishop Fan, the police have destroyed the stronghold at Huaqing Mountain.”

Bishop Fan slightly raised his eyes, his expression calm, and responded in a nonchalant tone:

"It's alright. These wealthy people provide us with funds, and we impart sacred teachings to them. The cause and effect are already cleared."

The believer hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and continued:

“Bishop, that’s not what I meant. I’m worried that this might affect the awakening of our Lord…”

Bishop Fan opened his eyes, his gaze exceptionally deep, and slowly began to speak:

"No, my lord appeared to me in a dream the day before yesterday and will awaken soon."

These fools on Mount Huaqing were destined to be sacrifices.

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the secret room, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Although the believers still had doubts, they dared not say anything more.

He could only lower his head silently, waiting for further instructions from Bishop Fan.

Bishop Fan closed his eyes again to rest, seemingly waiting for an important moment to arrive, and the entire secret chamber fell silent once more.

At 10:06 a.m., the Peak Martial Arts Hall was bustling with activity.

Bright lights shone on the arena, where two people were engaged in a fierce competition.

The crowd gathered below the arena, their eyes fixed on the figure on the stage.

The eldest disciple, Chen Xuewu, was seen wielding agile movements as he engaged in a fierce exchange with a sixth-level instructor.

Chen Xuewu had sharp eyes and exuded an aura of confidence.

After several rounds, he seized the opportunity and unleashed a swift Bajiquan strike, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, which struck the instructor hard.

The instructor instantly lost his balance and was knocked off the stage like a kite with a broken string.

"Great! Senior Brother is amazing!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

"Senior brother has only just entered the sixth level of the cultivation realm, yet he was able to defeat the instructor. He is truly incredibly strong!"

Another voice was filled with admiration.

The other trainees nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with admiration for Chen Xuewu's heroic figure on stage.

Chen Xuewu's master, Liu Sanduo, the owner of the Peak Martial Arts Academy, was also standing in the audience.

Seeing his disciple's outstanding performance, he couldn't help but applaud him as well.

at this time.

The heavy wooden door of the martial arts arena was slowly pushed open, and Meng Chuan stepped inside.

With a smile on his face, he walked through the crowd to the stage and said loudly:
"Why didn't you answer the phone? Were you busy?"

This is a fictional story; please do not apply it to real life.
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