With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 317 - 289: Progress in Actual Combat! Returning to t

After drinking the military supplent, ng Chuan sat cross-legged to regulate his breath.

His Qi Blood surged, devouring and digesting the nutrients, and his body relaxed considerably.

"Hoo..."

ng Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Standing up, the blood scabs congealed on the inner armor of the Demon Rabbit fell away with a rustle as his aura shook.

After several hours of continuous fighting, his pupils seed covered with a layer of gray mist.

His retinas still retained many fragnted images of those devastated families.

Although the Fist Blade was as smooth as a mirror, it carried a strong scent of rotting wood.

He subconsciously rubbed the blade with his thumb, recalling how many Celestial Demons he had crushed.

Fifty? Eighty?

There were too many, and the numbers were sowhat blurred in his mory.

Only the heavy materials of the Celestial Demons in his backpack recorded ng Chuan’s achievents.

Even though he was exhausted, saving so many compatriots and this large bag of spoils brought him joy.

Not to ntion the True Spirit devoured by the Demon Dragon or the upper rank core inside the bag.

Just the tree bark of the Celestial Demons alone was worth at least ten million.

Coming back to his senses, he saw everyone still resting.

ng Chuan focused his Spirit, his ears adjusting to the wind, hearing the sounds of battle from the direction of the Demon Nest growing quieter.

He mused:

"Once the affairs at the Demon Nest are over, this ergency mission should be finished...

I just don’t know the current situation of the culprit behind this Celestial Demon disaster.

If they escape, I’m afraid Chen Cang, the San Qin region, even the entire nation will face turbulence."

Imdiately, ng Chuan suddenly thought of sothing that was quite unfavorable to him.

"After this battle, the entire market’s quantity of [Bark] and [True Spirit of Wood] is estimated to surge.

My profits may decrease significantly, not as much as imagined..."

This was unavoidable; the resources held by the military and police were much greater than his.

ng Chuan could only hope that these materials might flow less into the market and be consud internally...

But all in all, tonight was already an enormous gain, and the most critical of all was that upper rank Celestial Demon Core.

Sell it when he returns, and Master ng can enjoy and enhance his Martial Arts cultivation with a Martial Arts Pill.

For instance, the Qi Armor Spirit Pill worth five hundred credits...

Thinking of this, ng Chuan realized he was still a poor man.

Even if he exchanged everything in his backpack for credits, he estimated he could only buy a few of those pills.

A single one’s effect could last a little over seven days, counting the lingering effects, it might just barely be enough for a month...

But this is quite normal; such pills are generally bought by Second and Third Limit cultivators to accelerate training.

The purpose is to leave enough ti to sprint toward becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Apart from wealthy families, First Limit cultivators who mutate six apertures mostly grind it out themselves.

Twenty minutes passed, and with the sound of a whistle.

Everyone stopped regulating their breath and continued to sweep and scour the surrounding area.

anwhile, as ng Chuan concentrated on searching for Celestial Demons, he did not notice another figure appear behind him.

This person was none other than Dong Yue, who had co back.

The situation at the Demon Nest was now stable, and Old Master Bai sent him back to keep an eye on ng Chuan, ensuring nothing happened.

Coming to his senses, Dong Yue looked at the formidable figure before him.

Each punch they delivered, the mighty Fist Stance carried layers of True Qi.

Gathered together, tearing through everything in their path.

The Thorny Celestial Demon was shattered with a touch, its outer skin collapsing, the rest turning into green pulp.

Seeing this scene, Dong Yue nodded to himself, his face full of admiration:

"This boy is no longer a fledgling, but rather... an eagle soaring through the sky."

...

Around six o’clock in the afternoon, the sun slowly set.

This was the sixteenth hour after the Chen Cang Demon Nest riot.

After intense day-and-night battles, this ergency operation was nearing its end.

With the joint efforts of the military, police, and Martial Arts University, ninety-nine percent of the Celestial Demons in Chen Cang City were eradicated.

The remaining hidden ones would be dealt with by the local defense forces.

Everyone from Martial Arts University could return triumphantly and take so well-deserved rest.

ng Chuan stretched his sowhat numb muscles and followed the rest of the group out of the city.

His initially exhausted Heart Spirit was deeply cleansed by the scene before him.

An elderly lady, trembling and shedding grateful tears as she looked at them.

Several children, their faces blackened by smoke, gazing up at them, the sunset’s afterglow reflecting in their eyes.

At this mont, he heard a chorus of choked thanks in his ears.

Thus, his heart, once cold from prolonged slaughter.

Now began to thaw a little.

"As long as everyone is alive, that’s all that matters..."

...

After bidding farewell to their comrades from the Defense Army and the police, ng Chuan and the group from United University boarded the shuttle back to campus.

There was no need to queue according to the numbers on the return trip; he sat alongside ng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng.

Leaning against the seat back, ng Chuan rubbed his sore neck, his whole body uncomfortable.

Even with his endurance, he felt this way, let alone the others.

ng Jiaolong tilted her head, resting on his shoulder and falling into a deep sleep.

ng Chuan felt a slight itch in his ear.

It was her hair brushing lightly as she slept.

He scratched it offhandedly and let it go, letting her take a bit of advantage...

On the left side, Xu Qingfeng pinched his swollen and painful arm, murmuring quietly:

"Really exhausted, should we head back to Yong’an for a bit, instead of returning to school right away? Let’s find a shop and enjoy a nice massage to relax."

ng Chuan was sowhat tempted, but he rembered the valuable items in his big bag, worth millions, and shook his head in refusal.

"Forget it, the techniques in our school infirmary aren’t bad either. I’ll feel more at ease once I exchange these valuables for money or credits."

"...Alright, I also earned quite a bit tonight, nearly gathering all the resources I need for the nine thresholds."

Thanks to the willpower of Cloud Leisure, Xu Qingfeng took down over twenty Withered Wood Puppets.

The collected tree galls can sell for quite a good amount.

"Don’t ntion it, Xu, I’ll take a break too."

ng Chuan silently closed his eyes, relaxing his expression.

He glanced at his panel; the two newly learned third-rate Fire Attribute fists were drawing closer to mastery.

The proficiency of Qi Jiguang’s Long Fist also advanced significantly.

Before tonight, it was adept (88%), but now it’s reaching mastery.

"Although this intense combat is exhausting, the speed of fist skill improvent is far faster than usual hard practice."

Even after becoming part of the Martial Arts Family, mastering ancient martial arts fist skills isn’t easy.

Given ng Chuan’s current foundational comprehension and command of fist skill principles.

Allocating daily punch practice ti, cultivation in one day can increase proficiency by about 2%.

On one hand, the practice ti is limited, with most focus on heart technique pile skill and the two third-rate fist skills.

On the other hand, the understanding of this martial art is not fully thorough.

"If only I could grasp its imagery world, practicing against Japanese invaders for ten minutes a day would be worth several days of fist practice..."

Slowly but surely, currently without the key to the "River Battle with the Japanese" imagery, it’s only a thought...

...

At 7:30, the sky was dim.

After returning to United University with the crowd, ng Chuan bid farewell and collapsed onto his bed in exhaustion.

Lying on the bed, feeling the surrounding leisure, his tense nerves completely relaxed.

As his eyelids grew heavier, in the mont of consciousness fading.

He seed to hear the Thunder Seed starting to beco active, buzzing...

Looks like Dragon Demon will suffer tonight...

ng Chuan opened his eyes again, and it was already early morning at 4 AM the next day.

Getting up from the bed, ng Chuan stretched, feeling unprecedented refreshnt, yesterday’s fatigue completely gone.

This was the most comfortable sleep he had in recent years.

Returning to his senses.

ng Chuan introspected his body, finding no change in his muscles and bones.

Then looked at the Middle Dantian, the green spots on Dragon Demon were much larger than last night.

"Last night, although feeling Thunder Seed’s action, Dragon Demon should still be digesting those True Spirits, need to wait another two days."

Through the window, ng Chuan looked outside, the sky still dim.

Walking out of the room, spreading his perception, the feedback was silent.

ng Chuan stretched his arms twice, smiling knowingly and pondered:

"Seems like everyone was indeed tired yesterday, no one practiced fists this morning..."

Then let’s study!

Ti quietly passed amidst fists and feet, morning light gently shining.

ng Chuan stood firm in the courtyard, two third-rate fist practices completed.

Next, taking advantage of the rising sun, attempted to enter "River Battle with the Japanese" imagery again.

He slowly raised his hand, Qi Jiguang Long Fist’s moves flowed like water.

The fist’s edge cut through the morning mist, True Qi within following the montum, gradually rging with the fist stance.

ng Chuan’s senses sent intense signals, then his brow felt a slight heat, accompanied by world clarity.

The mystical state of "Morning Twilight Insight" suddenly descended.

He had entered this enlightennt multiple tis before, no longer surprised, continued focusing on fist study.

Gradually, ng Chuan’s ears seed to hear chaotic sounds.

As if amidst bustling human crowds, crisp "clang clang" sounds like clashing weapons.

In confusion, the sound of the surging river unexpectedly ca to his ears.

At this mont, his fist stance suddenly paused.

The scene before ng Chuan abruptly changed, yet before he could react.

A tingling sensation that only occurs when facing life-or-death crisis enveloped his body instantly.

A long narrow blade with extended transparency lunged from the mist, accompanied by the salty river wind whizzing!

Though blocked by a red robe, ng Chuan quickly responded.

Rolling sideways to dodge the sharp blade light, promptly countering with a heavy punch.

Boom——!

His exaggerated mighty power was surprisingly blocked by an inconspicuous long shield.

Using the reaction force to retreat, ng Chuan’s eyes focused, analyzing the situation before him.

"Python robe, Anti-Japanese saber... and rattan shield, have I... beco the Japanese invader?"

Instinctively touched the area above his lip, no mustache growing...

No ti to ponder deeply.

Right in front of him, the face of the person in a large red python robe couldn’t be seen clearly, as they raised their long sword with both hands.

The air montarily stagnated, looking transparent, the surrounding was flowing a terrifying imnse pressure.

ng Chuan instinctively searched around his waist, unfortunately, Bridge Moon didn’t follow him inside.

He gulped, a "gudong" sound, raised both fists abruptly and assud a fist stance.

Zheng——!

A soft hum, the crimson blade light suddenly flashed.

The speed was too fast, ng Chuan’s eyes couldn’t keep up at all.

He could only rely on his spirit to closely hold on and sense with effort.

He didn’t dodge because the figure moved together with the sword light!

Waiting, focusing, searching.

...For a flaw.