CHAPTER 259: CHAPTER 243: DEMON PATH METHODS, FIRST TIER!

She hastily retrieved the "Incense Candle" she had refined for a long time from the safe under the table.

This was the Cultivation Technique named [Incense Flame Ascension] that she had occasionally acquired years ago through a friend’s introduction from the dark web, learning the incense-making techniques from it.

The incense, refined from murder victims’ oil, could aid in "Martial Arts" cultivation.

As the director of a listed company, Xu Linlin had long achieved financial freedom.

Fed and indulged, she developed a crooked desire for "longevity and enlightenment."

Upon obtaining this method, it was a treasure to her, who had no natural talent whatsoever.

After years of seclusion, Xu Linlin remained cautious and prudent.

She was well aware of the might of Martial Arts families and dared only to target ordinary people and weak Martial Artists.

Due to her boldness and meticulousness, she even perfectly avoided last year’s investigation of the Demon Summoning Hall.

However, it was only a matter of time; there are no perfect crimes in the world, traces will inevitably be left behind, and now she had shown her weakness.

At this moment, Xu Linlin stood in front of the toilet, wanting to break the incense candle and flush it down, yet she hesitated to part with it.

Struggling with indecision, a "crash" sounded from the living room.

The next instant.

A strong silhouette descended loudly, the person still had glass shards hanging from their clothes, lifting the woman in front with one hand.

It was Meng Chuan!

He lowered his head to gaze at her, and slowly opened his mouth:

"Xu Linlin?"

The woman furiously kicked, the person before her was like a towering wall, casting the entire bathroom into darkness.

"I... Cough... I’m not."

Meng Chuan sensed a strong scent of corpse decay emitted from the yellow wax incense candle in his hand.

Knowing the truth within.

"Come with me."

Although he said ’come,’ Meng Chuan did not show any generosity or pity, still grasping her neck as he approached the window.

The elevator was too slow, to avoid unexpected complications, he planned to offer her an experience of high-altitude bungee jumping.

Meanwhile, Xu Linlin’s eyes turned red, a nauseating aura emanated from her spreading towards Meng Chuan’s senses, attempting to seize his soul.

She had used this method to kill many people, then refined them into corpse oil for cultivation, repeating the cycle.

This was the so-called [Incense Flame Ascension] method, a grandiose name disguising its extremely sordid effect.

Roar——!

Meng Chuan opened his mouth wide, eyes glaring, with a roar blended with intense aura, dispelling all ominous phenomena.

Since mastering the [Tiger Roar Lung Training], he had learned this special technique.

Handling Xu Linlin’s methods was one aspect, mainly it could intimidate the enemy’s heart spirit, which was a minor effect.

"Not yielding yet?"

Meng Chuan pointed his finger at the joint on her spine, utilizing clever force to vibrate through her body, Xu Linlin slid down like a boneless fish.

Then he extended his big hand to cover her eyes, seizing her head and leaped, freely falling from a hundred meters high.

While falling, his foot lightly touched the Cloud Trace to stay airborne and dissipate force, Meng Chuan looked into the eyes of Xu Qingfeng, who was still climbing upward.

"..."

"Come down, the task is finished."

...

After handing this Demon Path Martial Artist over to the police department, there was nothing more for Meng Chuan to handle.

Once the police department finishes verification and reports back to the school, the task progress will show as completed, and within two hours, the corresponding study points will be credited to his account.

Meng Chuan even called Commander Long Jiu, asking if there were any merit point rewards from the police department for this service to Yong’an.

The response was cold and direct.

[You’re dreaming.]

Exchanging police merit points for an equivalent amount did not equal the value of study points, which was a small benefit for Martial Arts University students.

Meng Chuan and Xu Qingfeng each received twenty-five study points; although Xu didn’t contribute much, they were buddies and he didn’t mind.

After bidding farewell to the prison, Meng Chuan returned to Huayun Prefecture with his master.

Having finally returned, spending more time with family was most important.

"I feel that Xu Linlin’s mesmerizing incense could, at best, catch Martial Artists below the seventh level unawares.

If the Martial Artist were to preemptively prepare by holding breath, she would have no power to resist."

This was a true depiction of most Demon Path Martial Artists, who knew deceitful little tricks, utterly incomparable to the glory of Martial Arts.

Previously, those Meng Chuan dealt with were the "ace players" of the three major Demon Path factions, the difficulty was naturally in a different league.

Luo Guanyun smiled, offering advice:

"You’re right, the people of the Demon Path are just rats in the sewer. No matter what tactics the opponent uses, Martial Arts has corresponding methods to handle them, but the prerequisite is not to underestimate the enemy."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded.

Afterward, he gazed at his noticeably bulkier master, silently gaining enlightenment in his heart.

"Master must have cultivated that Shiva Elephant Wash."

He had studied this method before, generally it converts spiritual power into physical strength.

Due to his own innate spiritual power being weak, he never dared to use it.

It’s like the barrel theory, you try to fill shortfalls, whereas he couldn’t go against it and excessively pick on his weak point...

As a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Luo Guanyun had incredibly sharp perception.

His brows slightly moved, instantly sensing Meng Chuan’s thoughts.

"That half of the secret technique you gave me is truly excellent, thank you, disciple."

Meng Chuan smiled broadly, glad it was of use to his master.

Luo Guanyun looked at Meng Chuan, confidently saying:

"Once I delve deeper into it, I’ll attempt to complete this secret technique, and then you will be able to cultivate it.

Not only are you progressing, but despite the stagnation in Martial Arts cultivation due to the Thunder Technique, the understanding of martial principles has substantially improved. You just wait and see."

"Then let me wish Master success in advance, and may you conquer this technique!"

"Good, hahahaha!"

Under the sunset, two sturdy figures walked side by side toward the distance.

Upon closer inspection, they both resembled the rising sun.

...

October 28th.

Meng Chuan has been back at school for two days, and this morning, he received twenty-five study points for completing his task.

He felt these points came extremely easily, almost like picking them up from the roadside.

"If I were to do dozens or hundreds of such tasks, I’d have enough celestial demon core feed..."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he immediately shook his head to dispel it.

No point in searching for tasks and doing tasks, as the time spent would affect his boxing practice.

What was most important to him now was accumulating Qi Blood to break into the Martial Arts Family.

Moreover, as Master had said, often walking along the riverbank, how can you not get your feet wet?

Even as strong as he was, he would have to tread carefully like walking on thin ice to reach the other shore!

After finishing today’s practice, Meng Chuan bid farewell to Teacher Dong.

It was time for the five-day cycle practice of Cyan Netherworld’s Dragon Lock Body, after completing this practice, Meng Chuan sensed it.

The dragon demon had returned to its dark and shriveled state, the red markings left by the shadow demon core disappeared completely.

Meng Chuan looked towards his middle dantian, although the entity seemed exhausted, it still acted obsequiously in response to his perception.

Not sure if it’s born with "a wretched demeanor," or...

"This guy must have secretly gained some benefits too..."

After long-term interaction with the dragon demon, Meng Chuan understood that if such conceptual creatures could separate themselves to exist independently, their actions would definitely be more demonic than those following the demon path, purely anti-human.

There was only one reasonable explanation for the opponent’s behavior.

It had also gained considerable benefits from the shadow demon core.

Swiping an entry card into the True Dragon Hall, Meng Chuan suddenly thought:

"Having raised the child, once its wings are strong, it wouldn’t want to run away from home, would it..."

After today’s Heart Fire infusion, his strength had grown a bit, making him somewhat reluctant to dismiss the dragon demon.

But there’s no way it could escape, the dragon demon was born from the fusion of his spirit with Dragon Fall Qi, and it had undergone a tiny mutation.

Even if someday it finds a way to separate from him to exist independently.

By then, he would probably have already broken limits and clad in armored body, mastering the "Flesh Flower."

"If you are similar to what I’ve imagined, your flesh is like a cage, let me see how you try to run..."

Returning to his senses, Meng Chuan greeted the Grandmaster Class students.

"Morning, Tong’Er."

"It’s noon, Brother Chuan, not morning..."

Li Tong, who trained in ape form, hung from the eaves like an old ape, practicing fist skills upside down.

Although Li Tong was older than Meng Chuan, setting aside the significant age gap, martial arts hierarchy was based solely on skill ranking.

Except for himself, who needed to practice Hard Skills, everyone else got up early for boxing practice, striving for Qi Blood cultivation.

Meng Chuan remembered it was already noon, embarrassingly scratched his head, then laughed and waved:

"Alright, come down, lend me a hand."

"Got it!"

After a period of adaptation, although there was initial estrangement among the group due to the distribution of study points after school started,

That estrangement had faded through constant sparring and companionship day and night.

Anyone who could get into the Grandmaster Class must have passed the intelligence test.

After all, the gradient distribution was activated, all arranged by the school, irrelevant to the students’ personal desires.

Meng Chuan maintained his strength while practicing boxing, Li Tong couldn’t last beyond a hundred moves, he then called Chu Yanhu over for sparring.

His fist skill mentor had already changed, Chen Xu was still under the supervision of the school’s enforcement team, awaiting Principal Yang’s decision.

Chu Yanhu understood it was a momentary lapse of reason that made him use martial arts force to intimidate Meng Chuan.

But unfortunately, one must pay the price for their actions.

In today’s flourishing Qi Blood martial arts era, martial arts universities had strict rules, like small societies with internal cycles.

Teachers taking actions against students bring harm to the school’s reputation if spread, dismissal is probably the lightest punishment awaiting them.

Chu Yanhu was far stronger than Li Tong, but still had no means against Meng Chuan.

He felt that his opponent’s Qi Blood had significantly strengthened, even that skin seems much more rugged.

"How did that guy practice, fist skills and hard skills together, improving so much..."

A sense of crisis instantly arose in Chu Yanhu’s mind, could Meng Chuan advance into the Martial Arts Family before him?

He’s already at Qi Blood’s limit...

He secretly swore to devote himself to closed-door practice starting today!

"I must preserve my final dignity..."

...

After sparring, Meng Chuan prepared to eat, and first went to measure his Qi Blood.

[Qi Blood 527.2 9 barriers]

Although recently there has been no progress with the three top-tier fist skills, the proficiency steadily increased, as well as achieving mastery with second-tier Kongtong Long Fist.

His Qi Blood has still made considerable progress, already catching up with the forefront of the Grandmaster Class.

"Besides Chu Yanhu and Chen Jingyi, my Qi Blood should be the highest."

Chen Jingyi always trained with Luo Meng in Huaqing Pool, seldom visited the True Dragon Hall.

However, whenever she did visit, the dragon demon had a visual feast...

Even though the weather had cooled recently, strong female martial artists were unaffected, still wearing as they pleased.

Meng Chuan stepped out of the Qi Blood testing room, his aura shook gently to smooth out the wrinkles of his attire.

"When is Principal Yang returning, if he doesn’t come back soon, I might truly become a Martial Arts Family member..."