With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 126 - 115: Master Luo’s Prestige, National Righteous

The Qi Nourishing Armor Technique has proven its worth again this ti, just pay more attention in the future.

ng Chuan once again increased the weight he placed on hard skills in his heart, thinking again that staying alive is the key to success!

As he reached the entrance of the police station, sothing suddenly occurred to ng Chuan.

The killer from the Demon Summoning Hall used a parcel sent from the Western Regions to carry out the assassination attempt on him.

"It could be related to that divine oil shop on Foreigner Street."

He shared this suspicion with Long Jiu, who apparently was already aware of this information from the police station channels, showing no surprise.

"Alright, I understand. Take care of your safety when you return."

ng Chuan nodded to show his understanding, then bid farewell to Long Jiu and went back ho.

...

After ng Chuan left, Long Jiu thought for a mont, picked up the phone on the table, and made a call.

"Wang Xuan, I need you to investigate Foreigner Street, specifically a shop called ’Esoteric Sect Divine Oil’.

Find out the owner’s social connections and any suspicious personnel, compile a report, and submit it to ."

"Received, Chief."

Hung up the phone, Long Jiu pondered silently.

So things weren’t shared with Master Luo and his disciples; in fact, he held evidence of their betrayal.

He still wanted to follow Wang Xuan’s clues to uncover the escaped main priest of the Demon Summoning Hall’s Yong’an base from the last operation and completely eradicate this city-wide nace!

Standing by the window, he gazed into the distance, gently stroking his bald head.

"Xiaong’s safety cannot be compromised, the net must be tightened quickly..."

With the potential ng Chuan has shown, achieving Martial Artist Level is like taking candy from a baby, and though becoming a grandmaster cannot be boasted yet, it’s at least highly probable.

He has already forged good ties earlier, and he can’t let those efforts go to waste going forward...

...

Back ho, his aunt was also very worried.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, Auntie, don’t worry."

Looking at his family who cared so much for him, ng Chuan felt warmth in his heart.

"I am not journeying alone, behind , I have many family mbers and good ntors and friends providing protection."

Seeing his uncle return with furrowed brows, constantly sitting on the couch smoking, ng Chuan comforted him:

"It’s alright, Uncle, don’t worry.

Chief Long said that although I am listed on the Demon Path’s bounty board, the bounty they offer wouldn’t tempt Martial Artist Level demon warriors,

and, anyway, there are few demon people of that level in the first place. Besides, considering my master, Qianyuan Thunder Strike."

According to Chief Long, unless a Martial Artist has trained demon skills to the point of damaging their brain and is desperate for money, then only would they have an interest in targeting a disciple of Qianyuan Thunder Strike.

Luo Guanyun’s fa was forged in bloody battles, as when it cos to hard facts, it’s the size of the fists that matters.

Seeing his uncle’s expression relax sowhat, ng Chuan continued:

"Even if I can’t beat a high-level demon warrior from the Three Gates, I still have confidence in escaping, not to ntion my tough body, so sneak attacks are useless."

He didn’t want his family to worry about him, and after a lot of reassuring, he finally put ng Yongzhi and Xue Na at ease.

"Chuan’er, go rest in your room, I’ll heat up the food, it hasn’t been touched since noon."

"Okay."

After returning to his bedroom, ng Chuan took a deep breath, circulated power within to check his internal state.

Although the demonic energy from the attempted ambush was blocked by his internal mbrane, he still needed to examine before easing up,

after five minutes, he breathed a sigh of relief, everything was alright.

The only odd thing was that the Rainbow Light within seed to have decreased significantly.

After sparring with Chen Tie in the morning, he had already replenished the dicinal Paste.

From previous observations, it seed that around eight hours should have been enough for his acupoints to regenerate a portion of Rainbow Light energy.

"Probably at the mont of neutralizing the demonic energy, the Rainbow Light was passively triggered, causing the consumption.

It seems the Nirvana Rainbow trait is quite proactive...

Though the panel shows that Rainbow Light will only activate when cells are excessively damaged, it seems it assessed the threat of the demonic energy and triggered the passive.

After all, its primary function, ’Nirvana’, requires precise judgnt on activation timing, a touch of agility is very normal."

Once understanding this, ng Chuan felt assured, since practicing the ’Dragon Sitting ditation’, he found his thinking seed sharper than before...

...

Three days later.

Outside Chaoyang Mansion.

In the car parked by the roadside, Long Jiu, wearing a wig and sunglasses, stuck his head out to watch Wang Xuan enter the building.

The office building had a complex array of services, mainly housing many small self-dia companies incubating here.

Though Wang Xuan was on a mission to record an interview program on livelihood reporting here.

With his Vice Captain Martial Artist level, such small tasks didn’t need him to handle it.

According to his subordinates, Wang Xuan voluntarily took it on.

Long Jiu speculated that joining this small dia interview was a guise, there must be a hidden motive.

As Wang Xuan’s silhouette disappeared, Long Jiu returned to the car and adjusted his earpiece.

"Keep a close watch on him, record everyone he ets, report any anomalies to promptly."

"Received."

On the other side, Liu Jinglong, after replying to Long Jiu, puts back on his eagle claw gloves that shimr with a cold glint.

He is the Eagle Form Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Elephant Form Sect, who stood side by side with Long Jiu on the high building that night at the chemical factory, the Action Team Leader of the police departnt, [Cloud-Splitting Claw · Liu Jinglong].

His gaze is sharp like an eagle, locking firmly on Wang Xuan’s figure in the crowd. Upon seeing him disappear around the corner, he swiftly follows.

...

September 1st.

In the blink of an eye, the school year has begun, and ng Chuan officially becos a junior on this day.

In the Martial Arts Dojo, the sound of fists pounding flesh echoes all around.

"Is this really just the first lesson of the sester?"

Under the arena, heads are bustling around, all of them martial arts students who have just beco juniors, the sa grade as ng Chuan.

Among them are many of ng Chuan’s classmates, currently watching the figure on the arena pumling the martial arts teacher violently...

The atmosphere on the arena is extrely heavy.

Liang Weilong gathers strength and throws a punch hard, ng Chuan takes the hit without a word, his expression unchanged.

On the other hand, ng Chuan’s hook cos around, Liang Weilong cannot dodge, grimacing in pain imdiately.

Below the arena, Wang Jian watches ng Chuan’s fierce performance, feeling an indescribable bitterness inside.

He used to mock him frequently, and even the na Grandmaster Child’s Fist was popularized by him.

Now Wang Jian is incredibly anxious; if ng Chuan bears a grudge, a hook like that might send him to et the great-grandmother he’s never seen.

"I know ng Chuan is amazing now, but I didn’t expect him to be this amazing..."

With his martial arts skills, he can’t even discern the level between the two.

But the martial arts teacher hired by the school is at least a top three martial artist, a level Wang Jian dreams of but can never hope to achieve in this lifeti.

Gradually, the onlookers recall who the young martial artist standing on the arena is.

"Bro, let ask, is it too late to start practicing National Fist now?"

Wang Yue is busy cheering for ng Chuan when he suddenly feels soone nudging him with an elbow, turning back impatiently:

"Too late, Master ng has already taxed National Fist for the next eight hundred years."

...

Elsewhere, on the arena.

ng Chuan’s figure speeds past like a flood dragon, sharp explosive sounds echo along the way, as if an invisible force was squeezing and bursting the air around.

In an instant, fist shadows fly like snowflakes in a raging storm, covering Liang Weilong’s head.

ng Chuan and Teacher Liang are currently engaged in fierce close-combat sparring.

Liang Weilong, while fighting, feels the redness and numbness transmitted from his fists, bitterly enduring.

He practices Xingyi Golden Fist skills, body techniques emphasizing sharp direct inputs, the more he dodges, the more punches he receives.

Thus, Liang Weilong is forced to endure with ng Chuan, flesh against iron.

Ti swiftly passes, their figures interweaving, fists whistling through the air.

ng Chuan remains unfazed, becoming more relaxed and carefree, agile like a cunning rabbit, easily dodging away from the aggression aid at his face.

"Teacher Liang’s hand strength is average, though the Golden Fist technique is quite sharp, need to be cautious of injuries."

Quickly, he powers up his arms, that mighty force shakes Liang Weilong’s figure loose.

Imdiately, unbearably vigorous penetrating force bursts out from ng Chuan’s fist core.

ng Chuan’s punches instantly change course, deciding to seize the unstable mont to polish the proficiency of his exploding punches.

Liang Weilong, continuously hit, seemingly fine on the surface where struck, yet internally, the turbulent Qi Blood pierces, numbing his scalp painfully, hardening his resolve.

"This little punk’s hand strength is excessive, I need to strike back fiercely to regain so dignity."

Liang Weilong takes a deep breath, slashing toward ng Chuan with his hand knife glowing with golden light.

"Be careful, my Bone-Splitting Knife carrying quite the force."

A golden arc of light accompanied by fierce wind pressure sweeps past, a punch shadow too sharp due to the essence of Golden Form technique.

"Well done!"

ng Chuan regards the approaching killing strike calmly, raising his arm to block it.

Just upon contact, ng Chuan senses a sharp intent madly cutting at his iron arms, the outer mbrane of his Qi Nourishing Armor technique instantly breaks.

Shortly, the chill penetrates further, causing a red swelling trace on the skin.

He feels his arm nearing injury, hurriedly elbows it back, then his other hand covertly strikes from the waist, directly targeting Liang Weilong’s face.

"Sneaky brat!"

Liang Weilong’s expression turns highly tense, narrowly dodging the strike, the force lifting his naturally curled hair to straight strands.

"How about a draw?"

Liang Weilong seizes a chance to whisper by ng Chuan’s ear.

ng Chuan does not acknowledge, not satisfied yet, how can it end like this?

"The new students have just arrived, give so face."

The older students are already accustod, all focusing on their own practice.

Only the freshn who’ve just beco juniors have never seen such a spectacle, gathered below attentively learning.

ng Chuan elegantly dissolves Teacher Liang’s fist strength, catches the incoming fist with his left hand, pulls it into his embrace, whispering by the ear:

"Please endure five more minutes, Teacher Liang."

Chen Tie is supposed to arrive in the afternoon, and ng Chuan intends to have a blast first.

"Damn!"

Liang Weilong mutters internally, managing five minutes is possible, but this kid is like a cactus all over, not only pricking him but causing his own hands to ache even when hitting.