With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

Beside him, a familiar voice shouted loudly:

"Brother Wang, you speak, and we will surely follow your lead."

Upon hearing this, smiles appeared on their faces, and the last bit of tension dissipated.

Brother Wang smiled, then composed his expression, and continued speaking solemnly:

"Everyone here is of the Martial Arts Family at the first rank, not the best but not the worst.

Let's be honest, in the mission to Chen Cang, we must stay vigilant.

An Upper Rank Celestial Demon is equivalent to a second rank; I suggest we focus on rescuing people and deal with demons as per our ability.

Although we're free to act, it's best to work in groups to support each other, especially when facing Upper Rank Celestial Demons."

The crowd couldn't help but nod in agreement, acknowledging that Old Wang was right.

Subsequently, a few familiar martial artists quietly discussed, agreeing to act together once they reached Chen Cang.

Though Meng Chuan was newly ranked first rank, the previous battle with the Celestial Master Mansion's disciples had already demonstrated his strength to everyone.

Therefore, many invited him to join them.

"Brother Meng, how about... teaming up with us later?"

A bearded man he didn't recognize patted his shoulder.

Before Meng Chuan could speak, the man continued:

"Your Fist Blades are incomparably sharp, effective against solid-type demons, and especially against Wood Attribute demons.

With our cooperation, cleaning them out will be more efficient."

The female martial artist beside him, wearing a headband, nodded in agreement:

"You attack, I'll support. If we encounter an Upper Rank Celestial Demon, my [Nine-Turn Binding Hands] can buy you time to retreat."

Meng Chuan was initially willing to agree, understanding the experienced martial artists' considerations.

They valued his combat abilities while also subtly looking out for new members.

He was inclined towards this, as greater cooperation could mean greater survival in the demon crisis.

But recalling the guard uncle's quiet voice transmission to him earlier,

with Teacher Dong secretly supporting him, it was still better to act alone.

Otherwise, if everyone found out, it might cause some displeasure.

Human nature is such; it's less about scarcity than it is about inequality.

It's like Meng Chuan has a "bodyguard", yet the rest of us don't, huh...

Plus, Meng Chuan heard that on urgent tasks like these, even though there's no credit reward from the United University, the state will not mistreat anyone.

The city has a record of each action; whether rescuing people or slaying Celestial Demons, it will all be documented.

After it's all over, the merits and rewards due will not be lacking.

He had decent experience dealing with Celestial Demons, even though he hadn't faced a Middle Rank one yet.

But with his current strength, handling one alone wasn't a problem.

If he encountered an Upper Rank Celestial Demon, Teacher Dong Yue was in the shadows providing support.

Rather than being constrained in a group, taking independent action would allow him to fully utilize his abilities and earn more rewards.

Having thought it through, Meng Chuan clasped his fists and politely declined each invitation.

The others privately thought of it as the pride of a genius and stopped persuading him.

After all, his strength was undeniable. Even though he had just reached his current rank, his prowess was apparent to all.

...

At 3 a.m.

The convoy arrived outside Chen Cang city, at a temporarily cleared gathering point.

Once they alighted, Meng Chuan saw the scene before him and his breath caught.

It was as if a human tragedy was unfolding; countless victims faced the destruction of their homes and families.

Shabbily dressed residents huddled under plastic sheets, children's cries mixed with the groans of the wounded pierced the night sky.

An old man with a severed arm gritted his teeth during aid from battlefield doctors.

On his shoulder, marks from the bite of gruesome teeth were clearly visible.

A woman clutching a baby had empty eyes, the infant in her arms long cold...

Meng Chuan's throat constricted, unsure of what to say.

Frost formed on his clenched fists, and even his breath carried a metallic taste.

This hell on earth far surpassed anything he had seen at Tong Family Lane years ago.

Survivors weren't faring much better; their faces, eroded by some unknown cause, turned ashen gray.

To Meng Chuan, it felt colder than the imagined ice peaks of the Arctic Crane...

...

Regaining his senses, Meng Chuan prepared to enter the city with the others.

From afar, using his [Divine] perception, he focused on the entrance to the Demon Nest on the city's south side, from which erupted heaven-shaking battle cries.

Meng Chuan realized this was the intense battle at the Demon Nest entrance, where strong fighters fought desperately to halt the Celestial Demons' advance.

As he continued towards the city, a teacher from an unknown school gave a final reminder:

"Prioritize rescuing people, don't recklessly chase the enemy; if you encounter something unbeatable, be sure to signal for support.

You are the future of this nation; heed my words, retreating isn't always disgraceful, sometimes it's wisdom."

Meng Chuan nodded to show his understanding and, after bidding farewell to everyone, slipped into the city.

As soon as he entered, his senses tensed abruptly.

With Spiritual Power enveloping everything, countless streams of malice surged at once, causing a dizzying, overwhelming sensation.

This was due to the sheer number of Celestial Demons, their dense Force Fields and intertwining Demonic Qi bombarding a Martial Artist's [Divine].

Meng Chuan focused his Heart Spirit, the two little yellow dragons in his mind swam around, making him feel much more comfortable, the chilling cold gradually fading.

Lu Zhuxiao passed by with United University's martial artists.

His Martial Arts Momentum opened a wide swath of clean space, shielding the martial artist students behind him a bit.

There were many Celestial Demons here; once they ventured deeper where they were spread out, this wouldn't be necessary.

The two nodded at each other as they passed.

"Xiaomeng, take care."

"Master Lu, you too."

...

Chen Cang is a small town with too many alleyways.

Meng Chuan thought briefly, then with a tap of his toe, leapt onto the wall, and his view suddenly became clear.

Not far, about 500 meters ahead, a Martial Arts Family member was in the midst of a fierce fight.

Meng Chuan murmured to himself:

"Just in time to lend a hand and ask about the situation."

It seemed the other person had entered earlier and had more detailed information about the city.

Knowing your enemy and yourself ensures victory in battles. Unless there were special circumstances, he wished to avoid Upper Rank Celestial Demons to avoid causing trouble for Old Wang.

With this thought, Meng Chuan turned back and sensed around, finding no trace of Dong Yue.

"Old Wang didn't even come out to greet me, leaving people uncertain..."

However, it was still fine. According to the United University intelligence and Skynet information, the Celestial Demons in the city wouldn't exceed Upper Rank.

Even if Dong Yue wasn't here, with his ability, even if he struggled, he could still escape if he unleashed his power to 200%.

Regaining his focus, Meng Chuan's figure moved like lightning, closing in on the earlier targeted battlefield within a few breaths.

He saw the opponent surrounded by a Celestial Demon with tree bark all over and a massive three-petaled tooth on its head.

And six short tree monsters covered in tree warts with crimson eyes were also attacking.

Meng Chuan understood; he had learned about them beforehand.

The savage-looking one was a Middle Rank Celestial Demon, and the others were Lower Rank fodder.

"Be careful."

He shouted in a low voice, twisting his feet and shooting out like an arrow.

With his hands already equipped with Fist Blades, they tore through the night sky, wrapped in immense force and True Qi, and hammered down onto the center of the three-petaled head.

Boom——!

With an explosive sound, the force of his punch, mixed with willpower, tore through its Force Field.

The sharp blade pierced in with a "puchi," and the massive force broke through from the Celestial Demon's head to its feet.

With a shrill scream, like flattening a soda can, Meng Chuan crushed it into a mass of flesh.

The Middle Rank Celestial Demon, comparable to a Martial Arts Family member, instantly perished.

Meng Chuan's left hand instinctively followed up, but unfortunately swung through the air.

He hadn't expected the Celestial Demon to be so weak, killing it in one hit.

He thought that even if it didn't compare to Luo Qin, it would at least exchange a few blows. It was so disappointing.

But this was also a good thing; Meng Chuan felt much relieved.

The Martial Arts Family member next to him had finished off those Calamis, and Meng Chuan habitually walked forward to search the bodies.

"These were all spawned from that [Tree Demon].

The small ones are called Withered Wood Puppets, the large ones are called Thorn Demons; these things seem somewhat defective, without [True Spirit]."

"No True Spirit?"

He felt a huge loss; a Middle Rank Celestial Demon's [Core] or [True Spirit], either is valued at over seven figures.

The core is the Demon Core of void-type Celestial Demons and the most important material on it.

And True Spirit is like a Primordial Spirit in solid-type Celestial Demons, comparable to a human's Primordial Spirit.

It can forge a True Martial weapon, or be used in medicine, equally very precious.

He planned to feed some True Spirit to the Dragon Demon; it seemed unlikely now...

Listening to the reminder, under Meng Chuan's watch,

the Celestial Demon's corpse emitted a stench, and then, like melting ice and snow, gradually dissolved.

"Be careful, brother, there's miasma poison on its body."

After hearing the reminder, Meng Chuan took two steps back, standing still and waiting.

Moments later, only a small green lump, crumpled like tree bark, remained on the ground.

"This thing is also useful; it can be used as auxiliary material for inner armor similar to Demon Rabbit Armor, should be worth tens of thousands."

He had seen similar materials online, Middle Rank Celestial Demon skin items, roughly of this value.

While not as valuable as True Spirit, Meng Chuan didn't mind the lesser value.

He wrapped it in True Qi, picked it up, and stored it in his backpack.

This was to prevent residual poison on the tree bark.

Though he felt even if there was poison, it wouldn't harm his physique, but it's better safe than sorry.

Compressed Thorn Demon's tree bark didn't take up much space in the backpack, fitting dozens or even a hundred was no problem.

"Even if it's not worth much, with Chen Cang now swarming with Celestial Demons.

I can hunt more and accumulate a significant amount in one night."

While Meng Chuan intended to rescue residents, he wouldn't miss the chance for extra gains.

Whether selling to the school for credits or finding Han Hai people to cash out, it was a good choice.

With this in mind, Meng Chuan was full of energy, eager to hunt Celestial Demons right away.

Coming back to himself, he saw the Martial Arts Family member stand up from the ground, hands on knees, panting:

"Thanks, brother, in the Ruyi Restaurant in Dong Street ahead, there are over a dozen trapped residents, but there are three Thorn Demons nearby..."

Meng Chuan's eyes sharpened as he spoke quietly:

"Lead the way, please."

"Brother, are you sure?"

The man seemed worried; would just the two of them be enough for three Middle Rank Celestial Demons...

The average Martial Arts Family member, excluding those perfect in all six apertures,

who can handle one Middle Rank Celestial Demon alone, is quite skilled at the same rank.

He noticed Meng Chuan's exceptional skills but still had concerns about facing three.

"Rest assured."

Meng Chuan reassured him.

He specialized in Fire Attribute, naturally advantageous against Wood Attribute Celestial Demons.

Just three, three punches will suffice!