CHAPTER 270: CHAPTER 251: CRANE DAOZI, GRAND CHAMPION!

This person should be your personal master; Meng Chuan couldn’t perceive the elder’s strength, guessing he might be another Martial Arts Venerable.

"Xiaomeng, isn’t it? Can you summon the imagery creature in your body for me to see?"

With just a blink of an eye, the elder was instantly standing beside Meng Chuan.

"Senior, please take a look."

Meng Chuan understood and immediately gave a subtle trigger.

He saw his chest heave as a pitch-black dragon demon unwillingly emerged halfway from his middle dantian.

It was digesting the "grandpa’s" arm and sword inside the middle dantian, naturally unwilling to come out.

Meng Chuan held it up for display, looking closely, the dragon demon’s body was already beginning to show faint blue patterns.

During the elder’s observation, Shen Shuo explained:

"Xiaomeng, this is my master, [Tianwuliao·Shengong Yue], you can call him Senior Shengong."

Just as Meng Chuan was about to greet, he heard Shengong Yue say with interest:

"That from Wudang... Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body?"

"Yes, Senior Shengong, your insight is like a torch."

Shengong Yue lightly tapped the blue pattern on the dragon demon’s forehead with his fingertip and smiled faintly:

"[Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body] was supposed to transform the dragon demon into earth vein dragon Qi, but you’ve raised a gluttonous beast."

Meng Chuan felt a bit awkward; he didn’t know why it turned out this way either.

But the effect is quite good, not to mention its ability to devour energy and feedback the tendons and bones.

If the dragon demon hadn’t contributed just now, he would have to keep struggling with Luo Qin...

"Are you now relying on pounding methods to stimulate the energy?"

Meng Chuan nodded; when he sought teacher Dong Yue for pounding, he stimulated both the dragon Qi and the essence energy.

He saw the other’s palm slightly gather strength, and the dragon demon’s scales seeped with red and blue interwoven mist, twisting and turning like a monkey trapped in the Five-Finger Mountain, unable to escape an inch step.

Meng Chuan’s eyes widened; this red mist, isn’t it the heart fire essence energy "greedily devoured" by the dragon demon?

"The effect of pounding is somewhat lacking. In the future, you can use kidney water as a cauldron, heart fire as a stove, add true Qi as firewood to refine by yourself."

"Thank you, Senior Shengong!"

The other was clearing his doubts, and Meng Chuan was very grateful.

"Martial Arts is vast as a sea, and the Qi Blood Martial Arts is still in its infancy; even I carry mysteries unexplained by the Seven-Limit Great Saint.

Therefore, the mutation of your imagery creature, I also don’t know if it’s good or bad. But forcibly seizing others’ imagery using the secret of stealing heavenly mechanisms and feeding it with demon beasts, has somewhat deviated from the straight path; in the future, you still need to adhere to your heart, avoid turning your meridians mottled and complicated, and treading the wrong path."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded solemnly, understanding what the other meant; if he wants to cultivate the "dragon demon," he cannot rely on devouring others’ spiritual power to grow.

Martial Arts has never been a means of pursuing power but a process of self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

If he let the dragon demon plunder rampant, how would he differ from the ruthless Demon Path martial artists?

Meng Chuan’s thoughts remained the same as before: no matter the means, wield the sword against evil!

...

As the award stage was set up, Meng Chuan returned to the scene.

Zheng Chengcheng really is fierce, defeating Eastern United University’s Chen Zheyue and maintaining the national third place for Yanhua Martial Arts University.

After taking the calming pill, Luo Qin had already recovered, looking at Meng Chuan with a faint hostility.

Meng Chuan paid no attention; he was merely a defeated adversary.

The "evil" in his heart might differ slightly in definition from others.

Apart from the recognized two major scourges, Celestial Demon and Demon Path, those with [malice] towards him need to be eliminated!

But Luo Qin was just a bit unwilling, and his perception did not harbor malice, unlike Lin Yue.

Such people, from Meng Chuan’s previous experience, would become obedient after another beating.

If you don’t believe it, look, Zheng Chengcheng is not talking now, standing nearby waiting for the awards to finish to go home for dinner...

Luo Qin, seeing Meng Chuan looking at him, suppressed his anger and said:

"Thief, descendant of a Martial Arts Family, dare you come to the Celestial Master Mansion for a showdown?"

"Watch your mouth, who’s the thief? If you want to fight, I’ll accompany you to the end, seek me at Northern United University, you are not worth my time traveling."

"You..."

Meng Chuan didn’t wait for a reply, and directly strode away.

The award ceremony was about to begin, and as the first-place winner, he needed to hurry and get on stage; he had no time to bicker with this guy.