With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 97 - 96: Ointment Obtained, Meng Chuan Strikes

ng Chuan lifted the curtain and prepared to leave; he was still young and had no need for this stuff.

Seeing this, the mustached shop owner quickly put down the ga he was playing and stopped ng Chuan.

"Don’t leave, brother. Whatever you need, this old Western man has it all."

Upon hearing this, ng Chuan asked:

"Do you have the Esoteric Sect body oil here, the kind used for martial arts training?"

Afraid the owner might mix it up again and provide sothing strange, he emphasized the point.

"For martial arts training..."

The owner stroked his mustache and fell into contemplation.

After a mont, he hesitantly spoke:

"See if this is the thing you’re looking for."

The owner pulled out his phone, skillfully opened the album, and turned the screen toward ng Chuan.

ng Chuan carefully compared it with online images of the Esoteric Sect body oil, repeatedly confirming before settling on it.

"This thing is hard to find here; not many people use it anymore."

"But brother, rest assured, I can get it for you."

"However, the price is a bit steep."

ng Chuan cut to the chase and asked:

"How much?"

"Ten thousand a bottle, brother. It’s hard to find even in the Western Regions, and you need connections to get it from the Esoteric Sect."

ng Chuan was shocked and did so ntal calculations.

According to online guides, to reach Perfection with the [Doma Iron Arm], you’d need about 20 bottles.

Each bottle is only 50 milliliters, and it doesn’t last long.

Plus, he needed to buy more for Limit Breaking, making forty bottles the safest bet.

"That’s too expensive, let’s make it cheaper."

ng Chuan bargained.

"Five thousand, I want forty bottles."

"Brother, you’re cutting deep; at five thousand, I’m losing money."

After so back-and-forth, they finally settled at two hundred and fifty thousand.

"Brother, you really hit the jackpot this ti; I’ve never sold it this cheap before."

ng Chuan stared at his drastically reduced bank account balance, not wanting to deal with the owner.

Seeing the owner’s excited expression, he suspected he might have overpaid.

But then he thought:

"Well, as long as it’s effective for martial arts, it’s worth spending the money."

...

After negotiating, ng Chuan left Foreigner Street.

At the street corner, he specifically bought thirty skewers of lamb to take away.

The taste here was good; he wanted his uncle and the others to try it.

Just then, the tram arrived, and ng Chuan got on to head ho.

anwhile, Liu Ru (Venom version) was still wandering the alley, lost.

The air was filled with the sll of mutton, interfering with its senses, making it hard to sniff out ng Chuan’s scent.

"The scent is too faint, where did that kid run off to?"

It muttered to itself.

Following the lamb skewer vendor’s guidance, it ca to the entrance of the [Western Divine Oil] shop.

"The scent disappears here, let’s go inside and take a look."

With this thought, Liu Ru walked into the shop.

Seeing Liu Ru, the shop owner was shocked; won actually buy this stuff?

"Boss, was there a young man who ca in just now?"

"Yes,"

He got up, pinched his mustache, and approached with a smile:

"Whoa! The lady’s buying this stuff too?"

"Buying for your boyfriend, I suppose? The young guy you ntioned just bought 40 bottles at once; it’s very effective."

Liu Ru looked bewildered:

"???"

...

Outside Yong’an City, Huaqing Mountain towers into the clouds, shrouded in mist all year round.

So wealthy residents of Yong’an City love this mountain retreat atmosphere. To cater to their preferences, developers specially built villa clusters with rustic farms halfway up the mountain.

Outside the Cloud Realm entrance, many security guards over 190cm tall were stationed.

Their suits were stretched taut, showing they had martial arts training.

Yet they still ended up as gatekeepers for the city’s high-ranking officials, guarding their premises.

A few prosperous figures hurriedly arrived at the entrance.

"Thousand-Headed Venerable Lord, limitless grace."

"Please co in."

The crowd gathered in an antique courtyard, where a middle-aged man in a purple-black Taoist robe stood among them.

He was the owner of this villa and the manager of the Demon Summoning Hall’s Huaqing Mountain outpost.

"Are the offerings prepared?"

"Reporting to President Li, they’re all settled in the back hill."

>"Good, gather everyone to the back hill to offer loyalty to my lord."

>"Understood."

The prosperous man jogged over, calling everyone to head towards the back hill.

The purple-black robed middle-aged man continued to brainwash them along the way:

"Everyone, we are the new humans on the brink of evolution, be it understanding the supre divine skill of spirits or having your body transcended bathing in divine power,

as long as your faith in our lord is steadfast, my lord will not be stingy with rewards."

Speaking, the purple-black robed man jumped several ters high to demonstrate.

"Did you see? All this depends on your unwavering faith in our lord,

if tonight on the back hill my lord senses insincerity in anyone’s heart, don’t bla , Li, for being rciless."

At the mountaintop’s open area, everyone stood in solemn formation, surrounded by an eerie atmosphere.

The altar stood in the center, with offerings emitting a strong bloody sll, including pigs, cows, sheep, the five livestock, and... humans.

Assistant draped a black robe over President Li, and he steadily walked onto the altar.

His gaze was extrely serious, his voice low and extrely enticing:

"My lord above, today we gather here, full of sincerity, willing to offer our utmost loyalty, praying for my lord to grant endless power and protection!"

After speaking, everyone collectively knelt, murmuring prayers with extrely devout expressions, praying to so unknown presence.

The altar kindled an inexplicable green smoke, a naless great terror shrouded the mountain.

President Li ceaselessly scanned the crowd, ensuring everyone’s devotion.

At this mont, a young man in the crowd suddenly started trembling, his face full of fear.

His eyes seed unfocused, as if he was battling so invisible force.

President Li, sharp-eyed, instantly noticed the anomaly, and with several strides reached the young man, angrily reprimanding:

"How dare you harbor unfaithfulness?"

The young man, frightened, turned as pale as paper and hurriedly explained: "I... I’m just a bit scared."

"Scared? This is a great disrespect to our Lord!"

He then approached the young man, speaking plainly:

"Our Lord detests betrayal and insincerity most of all; since your mind is full of distractions, you are unworthy of our Lord’s grace."

After saying this, he waved his hand gently, and several security personnel in sunglasses quickly stepped forward, dragging the young man away like a chick.

The young man’s cries gradually faded until they vanished, returning the mountain to silence.

President Li ascended the altar again and shouted: "We must adhere to our faith in our Lord; only thus can we gain eternal power and supre glory!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices echoing through the night sky, resounding among the mountains.

anwhile, the mysterious and eerie atmosphere beca even more intense, sending shivers down the spine.

After the event, everyone descended the mountain, their excitent mounting along the way as they imagined what rewards the Venerable Lord would bestow upon awakening.

"I donated fifty million, I wonder if our Lord will be pleased."

"Fifty million? I donated two hundred million!"

Just as everyone was imrsed in the fervent faith for the so-called "Thousand-Headed Venerable," sharp police sirens pierced through the night.

Chief Long Jiu led the police force elites, already ambushed halfway up the mountain.

He had ticulously planned this operation based on previously collected intelligence.

He was the first to push open the car door, blocking the cultists’ path.

The phantom of a giant ape slowly erged behind him, heavy dark True Qi flowed around it, blowing away the sand and stones on the ground.

"The so-called power and ascension are rely excuses for deception."

"Attempting to awaken the Celestial Demon is a capital offense."

"Everyone, squat down and hold your heads! Those who disobey will be executed on the spot!"

...

Early in the morning, ng Yongzhi was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Looking at a piece of news, he couldn’t help but exclaim:

"These rich people are just too idle."

ng Chuan, who was having breakfast on the side, nodded in agreent.

"In this day and age, there are still people who believe in this stuff."

After speaking, he swept up the remaining porridge in his bowl and prepared to leave.

He rembered he had an appointnt with Chen Xuewu at ten in the morning at the Peak Martial Arts Dojo, which was quite far away, so he had to set off early.

ng Chuan put on his coat and turned to ng Yongzhi to say:

"Uncle, I’m heading out first, I’ll have lunch outside."

ng Yongzhi looked up, reminding him:

"Be safe on the road."

...

anwhile.

In a secretive corner within Yong’an City, within an uncharted underground world, dim lights flickered unsteadily.

The air was filled with a mysterious and silent aura, with inexplicable totems carved on the surrounding walls.

They appeared like nurous snake head patterns, with countless heads connected to the snake’s body.

A black-robed acolyte hurriedly entered a secret chamber, his steps rushed, a hint of nervousness and unease on his face.

At the center of the chamber sat an emaciated old man, draped in an enigmatic black robe, and currently praying with closed eyes.

The acolyte knelt on one knee, his voice trembling as he said:

"Bishop Fan, the stronghold at Huaqing Mountain has been taken down by the police."

Bishop Fan slightly raised his eyes, his expression calm, his tone indifferent as he replied:

"No matter, these wealthy people provide us with funds, we teach them Holy Skills, the cause and effect are clear."

The acolyte hesitated for a mont, mustered his courage, and continued:

"Bishop, that’s not what I ant. I’m worried that this might affect the awakening of our Lord..."

Bishop Fan opened his eyes, his gaze extraordinarily profound, and spoke slowly:

"It won’t. Our Lord appeared to in a dream the day before, and will awaken soon.

The fools at Huaqing Mountain were predestined sacrifices."

His voice was low and powerful, reverberating in the chamber with an undeniable authority.

Although the acolyte still harbored doubts, he dared not speak further.

He could only lower his head and await Bishop Fan’s further instructions.

anwhile, Bishop Fan closed his eyes again, as if anticipating the arrival of so significant mont, plunging the entire chamber back into silence.

...

At 10:06 a.m., the Peak Martial Arts Dojo was bustling with excitent.

Bright lights spilled onto the arena, where two people fiercely contested against each other.

A crowd gathered below the arena, their gazes locked onto the figures on stage.

Senior brother Chen Xuewu was agile, currently exchanging fierce blows with a six-level instructor.

Chen Xuewu’s eyes were sharp, exuding an aura of confidence all over his body.

After dozens of rounds, he seized the opportunity, delivering a swift and fierce Baji Palm strike, carrying a sharp whooshing sound, striking the instructor hard.

The instructor lost balance instantly, like a kite with a broken string, being knocked off the stage.

"Great! Senior brother is incredible!"

An outburst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Senior brother just entered the six-level realm, yet he defeated the instructor, he’s really invincible!"

Another voice was filled with admiration.

The other learners nodded in agreent, their eyes brimming with admiration for Chen Xuewu’s prowess on stage.

Chen Xuewu’s master, Liu Sanduo, the owner of the Peak Martial Arts Dojo, was also standing below.

Seeing his direct disciple’s outstanding performance, he couldn’t help but clap his hands in applause.

At this mont.

The heavy wooden doors of the Martial Arts Dojo slowly opened, and ng Chuan stepped in.

With a smile on his face, he made his way through the crowd to the stage, loudly asking:

"I wondered why you didn’t answer my call, busy then?"