With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 99 Riding a Dragon Guanyin, Thousand-Headed Flood Dragon Demon

Meng Chuan firmly refused again, saying that there was no better place to practice boxing than climbing mountains.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ru had no choice but to give up.

He learned it online. There's an old saying in the Great Chu: "Too much is as bad as too little." Repeatedly extending invitations might arouse Meng Chuan's vigilance.

"Okay, let's meet up again next time!"

It secretly felt annoyed:
"This brat is already so good at fighting, and he still wants to practice boxing. I'm not confident if he keeps practicing like this."

Among the Celestial Demons, Venom's intelligence is outstanding, making him an elite among demons and quite high among Celestial Demons.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have joined forces with Fang Jianxing to rapidly increase its strength.

"Try to arrange to meet him again in a few days. If he still doesn't come out, just kill him and run away."

The internal struggles within the Heavenly Demon realm are even more brutal and bloody, leaving the weak no room to breathe.

If they do not receive Fang Jianxing's reward before returning this time...

It was reduced to a sacrifice on the path of advancement for its people, and was devoured as resources.

Thinking of Fang Jianxing, and the vast emotional resources controlled by the organization behind him.

Venom was suddenly consumed by a burning greed, which manifested on its face as its eyes became unfocused and its cheeks flushed slightly.

"Hiss hiss hiss, it'll be mine sooner or later."

On the altar, Venom squeezed Liu Ru herself into the deepest corner, emitting a series of low hisses.

Many of the people from the nearby martial arts school stood up when they saw this.

"I'm all better now, how about you guys?"

"I've recovered twice already."

"May the Lord of a Thousand Heads grant you eternal life."

"The ancient rulers of the land are about to return to the world."

Sheriff's Office.

Looking at the intelligence report presented by his subordinates, Long Jiu couldn't help but rub his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

Recently, the situation in the city has become quite tense, with a small group of superstitious people openly conducting missionary activities in public places.

The police station has been deploying officers to arrest batches of people involved, resulting in the detention center being overcrowded and almost unable to accommodate everyone.

Meanwhile, the internet was also in turmoil, with rumors spreading like wildfire.

Various bizarre opinions have quietly emerged on various platforms, and even with all-out efforts to delete posts, they are still difficult to eradicate.

The reason for this is that most people are just ordinary people, relatively ignorant and inclined to niche views. Conspiracy theories just happen to cater to their preferences, so they spread widely.

A police officer reported to Lung Kau:

"Sheriff, I think we may not have caught them all yet. There must be higher-ups behind these people, but we just haven't caught them yet."

In the previous battle at Huaqing Mountain, the Yong'an Police Station arrested over a hundred missionaries. However, these individuals were all stubborn and avoided mentioning any key information.

Long Jiu frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Based on previous clues and experience, the group behind this people should be those scoundrels from the Demon Summoning Hall."

"Xiao Liu, continue interrogating those people arrested from Huaqing Mountain, especially that leader, General Manager Li, until they completely confess!"

The other party looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before responding:

"Yes."

In fact, he had some concerns because most of the people involved in the case had considerable social standing, making the interrogation process quite difficult.

Long Jiu seemed to understand Xiao Liu's concerns, and changed the subject:
"The police station building will be rewired soon, so there may be a power outage for a while. We'll have to wait for the power company to notify us when the power will be restored."

After saying that, a profound meaning flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Liu was overjoyed and shouted:

"Understood, Sheriff!"

"I'll get back to work now; the stun guns at the station aren't fully charged yet."

"This child is teachable," Long Jiu nodded in satisfaction.

After his subordinates left, Long Jiu stood by the window, gazing at the distant, faintly visible Demon Nest beyond the city.

"The Thousand-Headed Demon"

at the same time.

Inside the level four demon nest outside the city.

This is almost the deepest part of the [Thousand Heads] Demon Nest, where countless demonic force fields overlap, and the dense demonic energy in the air is almost tangible.

Here, without the ability of the fourth-level martial arts master, "Qi Circulation Throughout the Body," even breathing is a luxury.

Deep within this suffocating space, an elderly woman dressed in simple gray clothes sat quietly cross-legged.

Her existence seemed to draw an invisible boundary between heaven and earth.

Ahead lay an abyss, shrouded in an ominous aura and seemingly bottomless.

Behind them stretched the battlefields where millions of soldiers galloped across, the sounds of clashing swords and thunderous horses echoing powerfully.

The old woman sat upright with her eyes closed, seemingly no different from an ordinary person, exuding an aura of returning to simplicity.

However, behind it, a Dharma image riding a dragon slowly emerged as if it were a tangible thing.

The dragon, radiating a rich golden light, gradually solidified its body. The thick scales on its body became clearly visible, rubbing together and making a hissing sound. As the dragon stretched out, its powerful aura overwhelmed the clouds and mist.

The dragon was enormous; when it stretched out its body, it covered half of the sky above the demon's lair, like an eternal guardian statue, displaying boundless power and majesty.

A martial artist, ten thousand meters away, spotted the divine dragon on the horizon and felt greatly reassured.

The old woman was none other than the principal of Huayan Martial Arts University, the Six Limits Heavenly King [Riding Dragon Guanyin - Zheng Yulan]!
At the same time, as if her soul had left her body, a spirit that looked exactly like her gracefully straddled the golden dragon.

The golden dragon raised its head and roared, its fierce howl dispersing the demonic energy before flying towards the dark abyss ahead.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the old woman's eyes, followed by a slight frown, as if she had felt a strong tremor deep in her soul.

Great darkness!
Great horror!
She ventured deeper, but the lair's space didn't shrink; instead, it grew ever larger. The darkness was almost tangible; even the brightest light would be swallowed up by the blackness here.

With her arrival, specks of red light, like ghosts, lit up the once silent and deathly darkness, becoming the only source of light in the darkness!
Immediately following, with a deafening explosion, a ferocious aura, like a tsunami, surged towards the golden dragon wave after wave!

The countless red lights shining in the darkness were all malevolent, vertical dragon eyes!

What blotted out the sky were the heads of countless dragons!

The golden dragon, hundreds of meters long, looked so small in comparison, as small as the dragon's head.

Hundreds of heads shook violently with her arrival, countless thick necks covered with barbs, and a single, enormous, ferocious dragon head was breathing slightly.

With each breath, the world seems to turn upside down, as if adapting to its surroundings.

Not knowing what had happened, Zheng Yulan felt dizzy and disoriented, and only saw the last scene.

Inside the enormous cave, hundreds of heads still lie asleep on the ground.

The ruler of this darkness had not yet fully awakened, and with her departure, the surroundings returned to deathly silence.

The image disappeared, and after an unknown amount of time, a piercing roar from the depths shattered the silence of the demon's lair.

The owner of this voice seemed to have just crawled out of endless hell, carrying an uncontrollable anger and resentment:

"If you're a dragon, then what am I?!"

After a moment of silence, all 649 dragon heads burst into laughter, causing the surrounding rocks to collapse with a deafening roar.

At the same time, Zheng Yulan took out a dazzling pill that emitted a soft light from the void and immediately swallowed it.

Then, she closed her eyes and secretly circulated her internal energy to regulate her breathing.

In an instant, a strange sight appeared: colorful rays of light slowly emanated from her body, like flowing ribbons swirling around her.

As time went by, her originally pale face gradually regained its rosy color under the combined effects of the medicinal power of the precious pill and the cultivation technique.

Zheng Yulan slowly opened her eyes, a trace of worry and lingering fear still on her face, and murmured to herself:
"The strength of this Thousand Heads is truly immense. In the situation just now, even if my true self were present, I would probably have difficulty contending with him."

Even if the Great Sage of the Seventh Limit doesn't intervene, she alone, or even several Heavenly Kings, would probably be unable to deal with that monstrous dragon demon.

She looked at the position concentration detector; after her bold exploration, the true scale had moved one more step closer to the final, ultimate darkness.

"We can't wait any longer, we must nip this in the bud as soon as possible!"

Thinking of this, Principal Zheng was deeply moved.

A moment later, deep within the misty, sacred Temple of Heaven, a young figure slowly opened his eyes.
Ultimate Darkness is a term exclusive to Level 5 Demon Nests, translated as—a forbidden zone of life that humanity cannot currently handle.

[The Great Sage of Heaven, Zhao Linyuan] once ventured deep into a level-five demon nest along the coast of the South China Sea, only managing to glimpse a tail root dragging on the ground from afar.

The entire tail root alone is hundreds of meters wide, and the owner of the tail root is fast asleep.

With just the rise and fall of its breathing, the space around the tailbone shattered completely, with countless spatial turbulence spreading everywhere. If an ordinary person gets too close, they will turn into a cloud of ashes.

After returning from it, Zhao Linyuan named it Ultimate Darkness and ordered that no organization or individual should approach it or attempt to induce it.

Once it awakens, humanity will face annihilation.

To date, a total of 47 Ultimate Darknesses have been discovered worldwide.

Fortunately, the real terror within is dormant for some unknown reason.

Unfortunately, among the dormant beings are several conceptual demons that are currently the most troublesome for humanity.

Although their bodies are in a deep sleep from which they cannot awaken, their spiritual power is strong enough to penetrate the world's interference and thus influence humanity.

Ultimately, these beings are the true masterminds behind the rampant evil forces!

Their intention in doing so is quite clear: to awaken!
For the sake of invasion!

To make the human world their own land!

In order to domesticate humans and harvest their complex emotions!
Over the course of hundreds of years, they have gradually moved from behind the scenes to the forefront, and the real world, under their covert influence, is heading in an uncertain direction.

5 month 18 day.

Ping An Middle School Martial Arts Arena.

The sounds of intense physical collisions echoed like drumbeats throughout the martial arts arena.

Meng Chuan's body was swollen from the beating, but he still gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Come again!"

Chen Tie remained silent, but jumped up and exerted his strength.

Half an hour later, Meng Chuan lay exhausted on the floor of the martial arts arena, his body steaming with wisps of white smoke from the sweat.

He scrolled through the panel with his mind.

[Qi Cultivation and Armor-Piercing Exercise: Proficient (8%) → (9%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

As one becomes more proficient in armor-wearing techniques, the difficulty of cultivating top-tier hard skills begins to emerge.

Meng Chuan practiced every day for a month, but only improved his proficiency by eight or nine percent.

"Let's take it slow. If the plan to combine Chinese and Western elements succeeds, then the road to mastering traditional Chinese medicine can be opened."

The Tantric Body Strengthening Oil should arrive tomorrow, and Meng Chuan couldn't help but look forward to it.

Chen Tie, who was standing to the side, was also exhausted and slumped on the ground. This job was really inhuman. He had to ask the principal for a raise!
After applying the [Muscle Regenerating Cream], Meng Chuan's muscle-tearing sensation gradually subsided. He stood up and walked towards the wooden stake to prepare for practicing his boxing.

Seeing Meng Chuan's desperate appearance, Chen Tie unusually spoke up:

"You're really pushing yourself too hard, kid. You didn't even get a proper rest after just finishing the game."

Meng Chuan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

He wasn't reckless; rather, it was his unique qualities that allowed him to save on recovery time.

The invigorating and thirst-quenching effects of the [Heavy Strike] not only enhanced his physical strength and muscle activity, but also meant a certain improvement in recovery speed.

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"Once my physical strength improves further, with my current muscle activity, I should be able to withstand longer periods of sparring training."

This is the terrifying aspect of traits; even a small part of the effect of a basic trait can greatly benefit him.

(End of this chapter)