CHAPTER 543: CHAPTER 498: COMING CLEAN AND NO TIME TO MOURN MASTER MA!

Above the clouds, there was clearly a human figure standing.

Meng Chuan could faintly sense the presence.

He guessed that Sect Leader Chen was worried about the ambush he encountered on the mountain.

At this moment, he felt uneasy and personally came out to escort him.

As the words fell, he saw a ray of light breaking through the sea of clouds and moving in the opposite direction.

At the same time, a voice reached his ear:

"Possessing the core True Martial techniques, you are undoubtedly a disciple of our Wudang. I hope you remain diligent in the future and continue to promote and expand.

The protection of empire and eternal youth is also your obligation as the bearer of the Demon-Suppressing Divine Power."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement:

"Disciple... understands."

A voice at his ear sounded somewhat happy:

"Regarding the remaining techniques in the Demon-Suppressing Divine Power, if you wish to learn, after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, Zhang Jingshi the Headmaster can instruct you."

"Thank you, Sect Leader."

As soon as the words fell, he heard a majestic and domineering voice.

Sect Leader Chen’s voice was like a large bell, making him feel at ease.

"Additionally, when you walk outside in the future, inevitable turmoil and friction will occur.

To be defeated by Celestial Demon or Demon Path is due to your lack of skill, Wudang naturally won’t interfere. If someone from the same clan harms you, Wudang Mountain will seek justice for you, even if it’s against the Martial Arts Celestial King."

Hearing this, Meng Chuan felt deeply moved.

The Great Saint resides long in the Celestial Demon Realm, and the King is already the top powerhouse in the world.

Thus, this promise from Wudang is immensely valuable.

He then bowed deeply toward the direction of Wudang Mountain, paying his respects three times.

After standing up, he solemnly declared:

"Meng Chuan understands, and the disciple will also regard Wudang as his own family. If there’s any matter, I will surely return when called!"

The clouds parted, and laughter could be heard:

"Hahaha, good!"

Golden light scattered, and Sect Leader Chen’s figure completely disappeared, leaving only a gentle breeze brushing against Meng Chuan’s attire.

He deeply bowed toward the void, raised his head for a distant view, and once again saw Wudang, nestled like a green dragon among the peaks.

He committed this land of a thousand-year-old legacy to his memory.

He turned and entered the city.

...

The midday sun was just right, the golden glow bright and clear.

Outside the terminal building of Jiuyan Airport, at the waiting room.

A man wearing a yin-yang fish robe was in line for the security check.

His steps were like a dragon, his stride like a tiger; clearly, he had martial arts foundation.

In front of the security gate, the man took off his sunglasses to have his face scanned.

The security personnel next to him checked the documents in hand and, upon looking up, exclaimed with delight:

"Master Ma!"

The man nodded and replied:

"It’s me."

A colleague beside him, hearing their conversation, curiously asked:

"Which Master Ma?"

"The one who was involved in the sensation online with Meng Chuan a few days ago, the owner of the Lightning Whip Tai Chi Gym, that... mega celebrity!"

"Oh~"

The colleague exclaimed with exaggerated tone.

Beside him, Master Ma put his sunglasses back on and, with a slight frown, said impatiently:

"Please hurry, I’m in a rush."

The staff quickly continued checking the luggage, repeatedly saying:

"Alright, alright, sorry."

Master Ma gently pushed his sunglasses with one hand, glancing toward the innermost part of the waiting room.

Inside, the boarding notification was repeatedly playing.

Many people had already queued up, ready to board the shuttle bus for boarding.

"Sorry, please go ahead, don’t miss your flight."

Master Ma took the luggage, stared at the staff member for a few seconds.

Then, without saying anything, he left straight away.

The security personnel watched his back, feeling inexplicably chilly.

Being stared at, he felt a chill like eating an ice pop in the sweltering heat, right through the heart.

After he walked far, the colleague beside him spoke disdainfully, whispering:

"What’s he so arrogant about? Earlier, he was trash-talking others online every day, but when confronted, he immediately chickened out.

I think he’s lost face and is ready to run away leaving his family behind?"

"Haha, you are right."

In the distance, Master Ma could hear them, but he ignored it.

He watched as a group of passengers boarded the shuttle bus and drove away, then picked up the phone.

After connecting, he spoke in a deep voice:

[Fang, he’s about to board.]

The man on the other end was Fang Jianxing.

[Venom, when do you plan to act?]

[Right at the airport. Once airborne, I can’t fly.]

Fang Jianxing laughed and then, in a serious tone, instructed:

[If the possession fails, bring all of his belongings, and the person himself back.

Remember, everything. If you can’t do it, what I promised you will be void.]

Clearly, the person was not the real Lightning Whip Master Ma, but a terrifying Celestial Demon possessing him...

Venom!

Not just ordinary venom, but a Celestial Demon of an ancestor level equivalent to the title of a Three-Limit Master, from the venomous demon group.

Previously in Yong’an, the venomous Celestial Demon assisting Fang Jianxing was its descendant.

Now for the operation against Meng Chuan, it’s going to take action personally!

Venom chuckled upon hearing Fang Jianxing’s words:

[I know, we’ve cooperated so many times, and you remain as annoying as ever in your speech.]

[It’s better to explain things in advance.]

[Goodbye.]

After hanging up the phone, Venom dragged the suitcase and went to line up.

Got on another shuttle bus after the previous group of people.

On the other side, Fang Jianxing hung up the phone and folded his arms, pondering:

"Venom’s strength is enough to rival a Martial Arts Master. Although it is far from being the peak master of a hundred thousand Qi Blood, it is impossible for a Two-Limit Martial Arts Family to overcome it.

Even if Meng Chuan has more talent, it is impossible, only by using the trump card again, can there be a chance to survive...

It’d be best... to struggle a bit more, let me see if you truly have the power of the ’Thunder Seed’..."

As for repeatedly instructing Venom just now, it was naturally to deceive it and make it let down its guard.

Most likely, Meng Chuan still has some contingencies given by his elders.

Even though a Venom at the Celestial Demon level, in Fang Jianxing’s eyes, it was just cannon fodder to explore the path.

What collaborator, don’t come near.

Once the core method of the Spirit Platform Demon Seed is in hand, he’ll clean his slate!

Thinking of this, Fang Jianxing couldn’t help but feel cheerful.

He stood up, dusted his attire, opened the window facing the mountain view, squinting his eyes enjoying the sun at this moment.

"The pinnacle of Martial Arts, I can also take a look at the view..."

...

Meng Chuan got off the shuttle bus and glanced at his phone for the time.

"Around three in the afternoon, I should arrive at Shaoshi Mountain, provided there’s no delay..."

When getting off the plane, first contact the master.

Remember, the master has connections in the Zen Ancestor Land, advising me to visit Zen Master Bai Bao first upon arrival.

Although Principal Yang Huan prepared a United University visit letter for me, and Shaolin also has a receipt.

But having someone inside the temple would make things easier, as is ordinarily understood.

Boarding the plane, the stewardesses on both sides brightened up upon seeing him, speaking softly:

"Master Meng, welcome aboard."

Meng Chuan nodded in acknowledgment, clearly, they recognized him.

Seeing the stewardess holding her waist, hesitating as if wanting to say something more.

Without yoga pants, Long Demon showed no interest, so he proceeded directly into the cabin...

In the first-class cabin, Meng Chuan leaned back slowly.

Seeing the stewardess handed a wet towel and a drink menu, squatting slightly and asked softly:

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Tea, please."

After the stewardess left, a beam of firelight rose at Meng Chuan’s fingertips, turning the note secretly handed by the stewardess into ashes.

Sitting back, massaging his brow, pondering over the conversation he overheard while checking the ticket just now.

His hearing has long been able to discern subtle sounds amidst thousands of noises, even capturing airflow sounds over a hundred meters away.

Master Ma, was the Tai Chi Gym owner who always maliciously spoke against him online.

"He’s taking a flight too, and it happens to be the same one as mine, what a coincidence..."

Could it be that he wants to reclaim his reputation while I am away?

He felt that Master Ma was indeed gutsy...

Even though believing that the other party couldn’t pose any threat, he still remained vigilant.

Coming back to his senses, Meng Chuan closed his eyes to rest, planning the upcoming Shaolin journey.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes.

Perceived someone approaching outside the first-class compartment, with energy lingering around the door, not dissipating for a long time.

The one taking this flight is indeed related to him.

"Master Ma, what brings you here?"

Meng Chuan slowly stood up, addressing the man walking in.

"Coincidentally, sharing the same flight with you again, I thought I’d come over and apologize once more."

Master Ma bowed slightly while speaking, walking into the first-class cabin.

His pace neither slow nor fast, getting closer to him.

"No need."

Meng Chuan gestured dismissively.

After speaking, he didn’t sit down but instead actively walked towards Master Ma.

Seeing the other extend his hand, Meng Chuan smiled, also slowly extending his hand, and they clasped hands.

In the first-class cabin, at some point, the air seemed slightly stagnant.

Master Ma’s sunglasses tilted off mostly, revealing one eye filled with desire.

Almost simultaneously, his hand tightly gripping Meng Chuan’s palm turned slimy and cold.

Purple-black mucus seeped through the fingertips, wrapping around Meng Chuan’s wrist like a living thing.

On the surface of the mucus countless fleshy appendages appeared, pulsating recklessly like veins.

The tips splitting into more appendages, attempting to penetrate the pores into the skin.

Meng Chuan’s eyes brightened, yet his body remained unmoved, appearing completely unconcerned.

The purple-black tendrils wiggled wildly but couldn’t penetrate at all.

His pores were tightly sealed, and the skin around his wrist was as solid as the city wall, rejecting all these disgusting things outside.

With the Flower of Flesh present, this thing thinking of possessing him is merely wishful thinking.

Venom realized something was wrong, black cracks webbed across the surface of its skin.

Sizzle...

Accompanied by a slippery tearing noise, he seemed to be torn from the middle.

Master Ma’s skin completely split in two, purple-black symbiotic mucus spurted out like boiling tar.

The humanoid shell flaked off like shedding skin, revealing a towering original form of three meters high, looming over.

Its physique was still ascending, far more than just three meters!

No time to mourn for Master Ma, Meng Chuan’s heart moved, guessing it was this kind of monstrous thing.

As for who sent it, he also had some speculation.

Seems like Fang Jianxing indeed is discreetly observing his movements.

Whitened fangs dripped with saliva, a scarlet long tongue swept across the saw-like jaw.

Bulky muscular fibers wove with symbiotic tissues, forming a menacing white fluid armor.

Demonic Qi was extremely condensed, clinging to the surface with a dark abyss-like cold glint.

This Venom was completely different from the one he encountered before!

It was thousands of times stronger than the one possessing Sister Ru!