With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 118 - 107: Nirvana Transforming into a Rainbow, Fare

The next step involves the Hard Qigong training plan.

ng Chuan calculated carefully. After deducting twelve hours daily for standing practice and boxing, and subtracting ti for eating and sleeping, he had four hours of free ti remaining.

He decided to make full use of this ti to train in Hard Qigong, realizing that the protective gear ultimately had its limitations. Compared to that, he still trusted his own physical strength more.

...

Inside the Demon Nest.

The Thousand Heads Jiao Demon’s massive body, as large as a mountain, lay prostrate on the ground like a dead dog, with demonic Qi dissipating from between its knotted scales, its entire body covered in nurous fierce wounds.

Zhou Yun was currently standing on one of its heads, a milky white glow swirling at his fingertips forming a cage, peeling the True Spirit from the Jiao Demon’s spiritual platform.

"This Jiao Demon is pretty tenacious."

Zhou Yun had a thoughtful look on his face as he watched the verdant Snake Spirit churn in his palm. The True Spirit collided wildly within the light prison, and as its scales rubbed against the barrier, it sparked with blue and purple demonic Qi.

Suddenly, he flipped his hand to store the Snake Spirit, frowning deeply.

"A piece of spirituality is missing; did it escape?"

...

In a seemingly ordinary residential building in Yong’an City.

Van Ritualist’s expression was impassive. He gently waved his hand, and with a burst of eerie energy fluctuations, every trace inside the room was instantly obliterated.

Subsequently, through a unique ntal link with the other three deputy ritualists in Yong’an City, Van Ritualist clearly sensed that all their ticulously planned operations for tonight had ended in failure.

An uncontrollable rage rose in his heart, filled with confusion and reluctance, he thought to himself:

"What on earth happened at the chemical plant? Even if this operation was sabotaged by Li Zhun."

"But with the Shadow Demon there, even if they couldn’t kill everyone, at least they should have triggered the bombs before Li Zhun arrived, right?"

However, according to information from his covert channels, it was quite unbelievable.

Not only did the chemical plant not explode as planned, but also the Shadow Demon and all his subordinates were dead, while the Sharp Blade Team’s mbers remained unhard.

Van Ritualist frowned deeply, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlent.

He simply couldn’t figure out how the police departnt managed all this.

After all, he had already acquired intelligence on the Sharp Blade Team, and according to his assessnt of their strength, such an outco shouldn’t have occurred.

He paced the room, continuously contemplating various possibilities.

After a mont of silence, Van Ritualist pulled out a specially encrypted phone, edited a ssage, and crushed it.

[Investigate the true reason behind the chemical plant’s failure and contact using the old thod.]

anwhile, in the Yong’an police departnt, a phone screen suddenly lit up.

Shortly after, the chest of Van Ritualist, marked with a shrine-like pattern, began to burn hotly.

He didn’t expect a response so fast. He reached out and pressed against the altar tattoo, slowly pulling it out from his skin.

He reached into the altar, fetching a scrap of paper that fell out, and Van Ritualist smoothed it out.

[Last night, the Sharp Blade Team added a civilian Martial Artist nad ng Chuan. Qi Blood at six passes level but suspected to have seven passes ability, he was the one who killed the Shadow Demon.]

"ng Chuan?"

Van Ritualist didn’t know who this was, but for soone who could kill the Shadow Demon with six pass strength, he would surely be a substantial threat to the Holy Sect in the future!

A powerful killing intent welled up in his heart. Monts later, a fla burst from his fingers, burning the scrap of paper. He wrote a new ssage and cast it into the altar.

The police departnt’s inside source couldn’t be moved; it was the sole informant painstakingly placed by the Demon Summoning Hall.

This informant’s role was critically important, tied to the promotion and execution of many secret plans of the Holy Sect.

Van Ritualist had thus placed ng Chuan on the internal hitlist of the Demon Summoning Hall.

The Demon Summoning Hall aid to awaken the great beings slumbering in forbidden zones, hoping for their god-like majesty to return to this world, thereby controlling the world’s order.

In their view, every exceptionally gifted young Martial Artist would beco a future Martial Arts Family mber, and given ti, would undoubtedly beco a significant threat to the sect.

If they could eradicate them early, it would naturally be a favorable outco.

After uploading ng Chuan’s na internally, Van Ritualist was about to leave the concealed residential building.

Suddenly, a strong wind gusted outside the window, howling wildly as if an invisible force was raging.

Monts later, a small green snake spirit’s shadow pierced through the glass, gently landing on his shoulder.

This little snake had no aura about it, but upon seeing it, Van Ritualist’s face beca extrely grim.

He almost imdiately dropped to his knees, his voice filled with awe and fear:

"This subordinate is terrified, respectfully welcoming the descent of the Thousand Heads Holy Lord!"

The small snake slowly slithered across his shoulder before entering Van Ritualist’s ear.

Monts later, a voice full of malevolence echoed in Van Ritualist’s mind:

"I need a substantial amount of nourishing items and blood food."

...

A world away, across the sea in Japan, on the busiest comrcial street in Osaka City.

An enigmatic figure stood atop a skyscraper, smiling.

Seventh seat of the Parasite Association - [Enchanting Demon Mirror, Fang Jianxing]

At this mont, on his spiritual platform, a tumor emitting a faint purple light quivered slightly.

Monts later, ancient and mysterious characters vaguely erged on the tumor, characters so obscure and strange that only bona fide mbers of the Parasite Association could decipher their secrets.

Fang Jianxing smiled as he gazed at the tumor on his spiritual platform, murmuring softly:

"Poisonous liquid was all disposed of by you; ng Chuan, your strength has progressed quickly..."

After pausing, he spoke slowly:

"But that’s okay; we’ll et again soon."

...

Bailiu District in Yong’an City.

In the cetery, ng Chuan stood solemnly dressed in a black robe, holding a black oil-paper umbrella.

Cradling a jet-black won’s Martial Arts Uniform in his arms, he stood silently in front of a gravestone.

Slowly, he bowed down, placed the garnt in the brazier before the stone, where the azure smoke swirled with the ashes.

As it finished burning, ng Chuan stood up and calmly said:

"Sister Ru, I will eliminate the true culprit and avenge you."

"Until we et again, Senior Sister..."