With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 125 - 114: Assassin Attacks, Mole in the Police Stat

After feeling the defense of his body, ng Chuan didn’t waste any ti and continued practicing his fist skills at Teacher Chen Tie’s ho for a while longer.

It wasn’t until his uncle called him to co ho for dinner that he reluctantly stopped.

The streets of Yong’an City were gradually becoming more crowded, with birds singing and flowers blooming along the way.

Ever since the Demon Nest was suppressed by the newly anointed Seven-Limit Great Saint — [Supporting Light Great Saint Zhou Yun].

The city felt as if clouds had cleared to reveal the sun, welcoming back its peaceful and bustling past.

ng Chuan thought it would be great if things could continue this way.

Practicing martial arts every day, eating with family and friends, such days were not bad.

He was not inherently belligerent, preferring less fighting, as practicing martial arts is essentially a process of self-cultivation.

Chen Tie’s ho was not far from the police family quarters, ng Chuan quickened his pace and reached the entrance of the community in just over ten minutes.

Just as he was about to swipe his card to enter, a delivery man in a gray-red uniform approached and stopped him.

"Hello, Mr. ng, right? Here’s your parcel, with the last few digits 8085, please sign for it."

ng Chuan was curious; he hadn’t bought anything recently, and the rewards from the Honor Armory had long been delivered.

He turned the box over, and it felt quite light, not holding much.

The label showed the shipnt place as Dagonka in the Western Regions, the sa as the sender address of the Foreigner Street magical oil shop owner.

"Sending a few more bottles of Esoteric Sect Body Oil? Seems like this stuff is quite profitable."

Seeing ng Chuan standing there, studying the box for a long ti without opening it, the delivery man next to him reminded:

"Mr. ng, you need to open and inspect valuable items yourself so we can address any problems on site."

This rule hadn’t existed before, but ng Chuan didn’t think much of it, and with his fingers emitting a burst of energy, he sliced open the seam of the parcel.

With this, the delivery man’s heart almost jumped to his throat.

"Quick, co on!"

As soon as the box was opened, an abnormal change occurred!

A large puff of black smoke poured out from the box, following him like a shadow, instantly enveloping ng Chuan.

At the first mont the black smoke appeared, ng Chuan sensed a familiar feeling: this was Demonic Qi!

He hurriedly held his breath, and due to his quick reaction, only a small amount of black smoke was inhaled and later filtered out by his internal mbranes.

The thick Demonic Qi dispersed, revealing ng Chuan lying unconscious on the ground, to the faux delivery man’s great delight.

"I bet right!"

ng Chuan was on the internal wanted list by the head priest Fan from the Yong’an City’s Demon Summoning Hall division, with a considerable bounty placed on him.

[Na: ng Chuan]

[Age: 17 years old]

[Strength: Qi Blood Six Passes (Extrely strong in combat)]

...

[Reward: One Level-3 Ascension, choice of organ to ascend, 2 million bounty, entry into the candidate list for Deputy Priest of Yong’an City]

After unsealing the announcent, he specifically flew over a thousand miles to Yong’an, just to kill ng Chuan and claim the rewards.

"After returning, with the Level-3 Ascension, my strength will surpass that of an advanced martial artist."

No need to tirelessly practice fist skill and pile skill; gaining power effortlessly is the reason why practitioners of the Demon Path are inexhaustible.

Imdiately after, disguised as a delivery man, the Demon Summoning Hall assassin’s eyes beca fierce, as he swiftly drew the knife at his waist and stabbed towards ng Chuan’s chest to finish him off.

At the critical mont, ng Chuan, who feigned unconsciousness, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his tiger-like gaze locking onto the opponent.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

At the sa ti, his arm shot up like lightning, precisely grabbing the opponent’s wrist holding the knife.

Without hesitation, ng Chuan’s arm exerted trendous force and twisted it hard, causing a sharp crack sound as the assassin’s wrist was broken.

The assassin let out a shrill scream, but before it could fully escape his mouth.

ng Chuan’s form suddenly sprang up, moving like a dragon coiling around him.

In just a mont, the assassin’s limbs were completely broken, collapsing on the ground, unable to resist anymore like a dead dog.

ng Chuan looked down at the assassin, his gaze cold and calm:

"Tell ! Who sent you?"

He realized that these people of the Demon Path were truly annoying, once they clung to you, it was like a sticky plaster that could not be shaken off.

The assassin lay on the ground, crying out in excruciating pain, unable to speak coherently.

Soon, a crowd of onlookers began to gather around him.

"What’s happening, is soone being killed here?"

People around began pointing and muttering, and seeing the situation, ng Chuan raised his hand and slapped the assassin, knocking him unconscious.

Then, he remained highly vigilant, sharply perceiving any movents around to prevent other accomplices from taking advantage of the opportunity to attack.

Just then, a security guard from the family quarters approached.

After taking a careful look, the guard said:

"Isn’t this Xiaong, the child from ng Yongzhi’s house?"

Saying this, several people ca forward to lend a hand.

The security guards from the police family quarters were all retired police officers, with abundant experience, they skillfully dispersed the onlookers.

They then helped ng Chuan drag the opponent into the security room, and after calling the police, they waited together for the police to send soone to handle it.

...

ng Chuan was practicing his fist skills in the police courtyard as he awaited the interrogation result, while ng Yongzhi was worried sick beside him.

"Chuan’er has stirred up a hornet’s nest of the Demon Path martial artists, when will this end?"

In essence, ng Yongzhi, despite working at the police station with the strength of the Three Passes, was just an ordinary citizen.

Before being transferred to the Intelligent Control Departnt, he dealt with trivial dostic affairs every day, rarely experiencing such underground world conflicts.

ng Chuan, who was practicing his Fist Skill alone, remained completely unperturbed, still exuding an aura of calmness.

Seeing his uncle with a troubled face, he stopped and approached to comfort him:

"Don’t worry, Uncle. I’m strong enough now. Anyone who cos my way, I’ll take them down one by one."

Hearing ng Chuan’s words, ng Yongzhi beca even more worried.

"You child, who taught you this? Why has your urge to kill grown so strong now!"

...

In the Police Chief’s office, the two sat on the sofa, watching the interrogation process on clear closed-circuit television.

"Bald Long, what’s going on?"

Just as ng Chuan and ng Yongzhi were waiting outside for the interrogation results, Luo Guanyun descended through the clouds from the sky.

His presence emanated an overwhelming aura that stirred the mist above the entire police station into turbulence.

"ng Chuan is my only personal disciple; I haven’t troubled you yet about the chemical plant incident last ti,

so tell , what’s the deal with this assassin this ti?"

Long Jiu and Luo Guanyun were old acquaintances, but when it ca to matters involving ng Chuan, his attitude was extrely resolute.

Although Long Jiu was the Chief of Yong’an Police Departnt, Luo Guanyun didn’t hold back at all, speaking without the slightest courtesy. In Martial Arts, only fists determine superiority!

"Why are you getting so worked up? Just watch, wait for the result."

Allowing Luo Guanyun to co in to watch the interrogation was already a bit of a violation, yet he wasn’t grateful, so Long Jiu’s attitude wasn’t very cordial either.

A mont later, a young officer ca running in, saluted, and whispered sothing in Long Jiu’s ear.

After the young officer finished, Long Jiu nodded to indicate he had understood.

"Alright, continue with the interrogation, dig deeper, go on."

"Yes."

After the young officer left, Long Jiu said to Luo Guanyun:

"Old Luo, don’t get too angry, Xiaong is fine after all,

Xiaong is a child full of a sense of justice and so outstanding, sooner or later he will confront those people."

Then, Long Jiu told him the results of the interrogation earlier, and Luo Guanyun gave him a sideways glance.

"Just like that chemical plant incident, if it’s a head-on confrontation, I don’t care, life and death are his own fate.

But for these Demon Path rats who play dirty, as his master, I have to step out and show them a bit, let them know they’d better watch out in the future!"

Luo Guanyun had quite the temper, and when he got fired up, he wouldn’t let it slide with anyone.

Long Jiu looked helpless, was about to stand up to say sothing else when the other waved his sleeve and left, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Inform promptly when you locate the rats’ nest of the Demon Summoning Hall, I need to teach them a lesson."

As he reached the door, Luo Guanyun paused and continued speaking casually:

"I won’t ddle in your internal affairs, handle them yourself."

After the chemical plant incident, apart from those who had perished, the rest of the Demon Path martial artists from the Demon Summoning Hall were temporarily all held in custody without a single escapee.

Therefore, ng Chuan’s involvent in this operation was unknown to anyone outside the police departnt.

After stepping out, Luo Guanyun greeted ng Chuan.

"Master, why are you here?"

Luo Guanyun didn’t say much, only reminded ng Chuan again to pay attention to safety and the like.

After finishing, he got up to leave, needing to hurry back to practice the Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill.

He hadn’t suppressed the Thunder Seed today, and it was currently restless within him, which was also why his temper had flared up again.

...

At five in the afternoon, Long Jiu sent ng Chuan and his uncle off.

As they were leaving, Long Jiu kept patting ng Chuan on the shoulder, telling him to relax, assuring him that the departnt would definitely give him an explanation.

"The departnt will certainly give you an explanation and so compensation for this matter.

The suspect in the internal affair, to be honest, we already have a guess, but the person also holds a significant position, so definite evidence is still needed."

Since ng Chuan was a family mber of the police departnt and had the connection of his master, so things could be openly shared with him.

The crucial point was, this kid was the holder of the [Silver Lion]!

Not allowing a ritorious minister to suffer any injustice was sothing written plainly in the laws of Great Chu, in black and white.

In Great Chu’s five-tier honor system, regardless of which dal one holds, even if it’s only the Bronze Eagle, the police departnt has no authority to conceal the truth of a case from them.

Moreover, Long Jiu estimated that, with ng Chuan’s intelligence, he already had his suspicions.

Hearing Long Jiu’s reassurance, ng Chuan calmly said:

"Uncle Long, compensation doesn’t matter, but before the internal mole is rooted out, please let my uncle rest at ho first."

ng Yongzhi stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"No need, I’m fine."

Long Jiu replied straightforwardly:

"I can make this decision, paid leave until the internal mole is caught.

Additionally, I’ll assign a plainclothes officer from the Nine Passes to provide daily life protection, Xiaong, would that be alright?"

This was the utmost Long Jiu could do; Martial Arts Families at this level commanded respect everywhere.

Even as the head of the police departnt, he had no power to assign such strong individuals to serve as security.

ng Chuan nodded, he was fearless, but his uncle and aunt were not, and Chief Long had considered this thoroughly.

He just wanted to train in peace and grow stronger, but there were so matters in this world that had to be fought for.

In a narrow sense, Demon Path martial artists were also a kind of alternative martial arts resource.

Having chosen the path, he must bear the corresponding risks, this was his own choice, and ng Chuan didn’t bla others.