With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 801 - 606: Meng Chuan Sneaks into Zishou Temple at N

The dark purple inner energy flowed back and forth along the two star ridians, channeling power to nourish the body.

The inner energy, like a series of vicious dragons, wove its way through the process, gaining a glow of different hues, becoming increasingly solidified.

At so point unknown, the lamps in the Martial Arts Chamber inexplicably extinguished.

In the dark of night, only the mont when a pair of golden eyes like thunder opened up could bring a faint light to the room.

Once the golden eyes closed, the room once again sank into a dim silence, whisper quiet.

The transformations continued...

...

Ti flew by like a fleeting horse in the blink of an eye, two days later.

Inside the hotel’s Martial Arts Chamber, a figure remained seated in ditation.

Opening his eyes, ng Chuan introspected for a mont and indeed noted significant progress in his strength.

Once he coalesces the remaining 197 star ridians in the future, the four extraordinary energies all absorbed back into his body, it should bring a substantial boost.

He turned his sight to the Middle Dantian, checking on Third Long’s condition.

The dragon demon was quite content, resembling a noble, black-golden strawberry cake, still prosperous and plump.

Leaving here, he observed his muscles and bones.

The essence of gold was not yet fully abundant and perfected, not ready to break the constraints of the lung.

He tossed three True Spirits to the dragon demon, ng Chuan glanced at his phone to check the ti.

He had tid it perfectly, truly a master of ti managent...

His master left him a ssage, assuring him he would be in place later tonight.

As for the Shaolin Temple, ng Chuan had already reached out to "Brother Chong" whom Venerable Shi referred him to, but only one-way communication...

The other party hadn’t replied a word, and upon asking Venerable Shi, there had been no follow-up news in these past two days either.

Thinking of this, he worried Zishou Temple might have sudden changes.

ng Chuan pondered for a while:

"Let’s head to Zishou Temple first and retrieve the Dragon Subduing Jade Pendant."

The conditions in the Dharma Realm were all t except for the crucial key; it could not allow for any mistakes.

Zishou Temple lies in the northwestern suburbs of the ancient city of Zhongjin, having weathered a thousand years, it’s a spiritual sanctuary for the people of Jin Land to pray for blessing and longevity.

The abbot of the temple, Dharma na Guyue, has been in charge of Zishou Temple for more than thirty years.

ng Chuan found out from the Shaolin that Guyue’s Zen skill is deep and widely recognized, but few know he is also a powerhouse in martial arts.

Over fifty years ago, his Martial Arts Cultivation had already reached the level of a master.

A Bodhi staff, a century-old inheritance of Zishou Temple, could break stone and gold; now, although not a Breakthrough Grandmaster, he’s still formidable among top practitioners, not to be underestimated.

He has long been reclusive within the temple, interacting little with outsiders, neither displaying compassion nor sharpness openly; his character is unknown.

ng Chuan gathered information knowing his temperant was like a distant mountain in the mist, none could peer its truth.

If Shaolin couldn’t coordinate in advance, and Abbot Guyue held contrary views, conflicts might arise inevitably.

At that point, what should be done?

Show courtesy before resorting to force...

Though Arhat had spoken that this item would be his.

But the Dragon Subduing Jade Pendant is sothing long kept in the temple, and if he suddenly arrives to "forcibly take it," that would be the last resort.

He first expressed sincerity by solving the Arhat’s dilemma.

Approaching to acquire the Jade Pendant with respect, ng Chuan felt he had shown the utmost sincerity.

If Abbot Guyue still does not appreciate it and aims to make things difficult or ask enormously...

He has extrely limited ti and can’t afford to take things slowly.

Thinking on it, only two sowhat unorthodox thods remained;

The first was to use his accumulated connections to quickly exert pressure.

But unfamiliar with Jin Land, several turns would be needed to reach the other’s ears, ng Chuan dispensed with this idea first.

The second is...

ng Chuan stood up, stretching his back, and even with his aura contained, he exuded a visible sense of power.

His entire being was brimming with strong Qi Blood and vital energy reflecting on his body, already transcending the mundane.

With extraordinary powers initially entering his body, digesting the gathered star ridians, his overall strength altered greatly.

With full confidence, if Abbot Guyue would still refuse, he leaned towards "I don’t eat beef"...

There’s no ti to dawdle and delay, if a thought goes astray, there’ll still be ti to and things after handling the issue.

That is to say, if Abbot Guyue stubbornly holds out, then he decided to "use force before politeness"...

...

A little past four in the afternoon, the skies of Zhongjin City had already grown dim.

Due to geographical effects, the winters here darkened faster than in Yong’an.

ng Chuan left the hotel, stepping through the skies in a straight line across the ancient city’s landmarks, directly reaching Zishou Temple.

Gray-blue gates, vermillion pillars, with the plaque above bearing the dimly gilded words "Zishou Temple," under the eaves hung in a traditional style, were two large red lanterns.

A serene ancient temple ca into view.

The temple’s reception room was situated outside the left side of the main gate, resembling a university gatehouse.

The gatekeeper noticed a stranger approaching, aided by the lantern’s glow, frowned as he focused to see who it was.

"Strange... the temple has been amidst turmoil recently, declining foreign visitors, the Shaolin group has already arrived in the temple, who else could be coming..."

His hand rested on a drawer handle, gently pulling it out, taking a lamp.

He struck a match to light it, picked up the lamp, and stepped out of the gatehouse, calling out to the approaching figure.

"Be at ease, benefactor; the temple is closed to visitors, if you have a destiny with the Buddha, please wait until spring dawn before..."

Before he could finish speaking, the figure blurred in his eyes.

In a blink, the person had entered the circle illuminated by the lamp.

Seeing this scene, the Zishou Temple gatekeeper froze in his words.

He was an old resident of the temple, knowing that the visitor was undoubtedly a highly skilled Martial Artist.

There were less than a handful in the temple who could achieve such a level of body technique!

With hair, wearing casual clothes, he wasn’t from the Buddhist Sect.

Coming at this ti...

He surmised, they must carry so "official" identity.

Guarding the gates of Zishou Temple for so many years, the old monk’s insight had long been honed!

His tone shifted, now sounding like a gentle spring breeze.

Even though the visitor appeared quite young, there wasn’t an ounce of disrespect in his manner.