With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 75: Malicious Ape Demon, Thunder Magic Suspected

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Malicious Ape Demon, Thunder Magic Suspected

The night was thick as ink.

Meng Chuan continued his journey, his hand still trembling slightly out of control, a discomfort brought by the Heart-Understanding Studio.

In a dark corner not far away, a pair of eyes stared intently at Meng Chuan’s departing figure.

The owner of that menacing gaze was none other than Yuan Huan, who had smashed the seed within Wang Xudong. He hated Meng Chuan with a burning intensity, as if wanting to devour him whole.

An ominous shadow loomed over the night. Just as Yuan Huan prepared to rush out and strike, the sound of sirens echoed in the distance.

The piercing sound cut through the night sky, reverberating on the silent streets.

"Calling Captain Liu, the Human Demon is dead!"

In an instant, the aura of the Martial Arts family filled the entire street.

Yuan Huan’s actions suddenly halted, his face showing hesitation and unwillingness.

"I haven’t even seen that kid’s face clearly... forget it, as long as the green mountains are there, one need not worry about firewood."

His figure hunched slightly, retreating back into the darkness and disappearing once again...

...

"Ten more minutes, still time."

After killing the Human Demon, Meng Chuan’s mind became a bit clearer. As he ran, he thought:

"I haven’t made enemies with anyone, have I?"

He frowned slightly, his mind rapidly flashing through familiar faces like a movie.

Meng Chuan tried hard to remember interactions with others, but couldn’t think of anyone he might have wronged. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Forget it, I’ll find out once I get there."

...

Tianjia Bay is a famous old urban village in Yong’an City.

Following the address given by the kidnappers, Meng Chuan stood outside a long-abandoned two-story brick house, scanning the silent surroundings.

Time was still sufficient. Meng Chuan carefully approached the house, looking up through a window, but inside was pitch black and nothing was visible.

He dialed his uncle’s phone once more, and after a moment the call connected.

[Hello, I’m here.]

[Just come in, the door’s not locked.]

As the voice reached his ears again, Meng Chuan was certain he had never heard it before today.

But nothing is absolute, so he didn’t rule out the possibility of a disguised voice.

Not to mention, many ordinary people can change their voice by manipulating their throat.

Furthermore, once one becomes part of the Martial Arts family, they can skillfully use True Qi to control the frequency of vocal cord vibrations, easily mimicking various voices.

The enemy’s blood that stained his hands had already crusted over as Meng Chuan pushed the door open and ventured into deeper darkness.

The old, worn-out door creaked as it swung, and at the moment he stepped inside, the lights turned on without warning.

The blinding light shot towards him like sharp blades.

Meng Chuan instinctively narrowed his eyes, the intense light causing a mild sting.

But he gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort, his eyes fixed ahead, his body on full alert.

As the glare faded, Meng Chuan saw that his uncle was unharmed, leaning back in a chair.

His body wasn’t restrained, only his eyes remained tightly shut.

"Uncle?"

Meng Yongzhi did not respond, only the rise and fall of his chest showed he was still alive.

Meng Chuan’s eyes quickly scanned his uncle’s face, noticing the furrowed brows and clenched lips, as if trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t escape.

His peripheral vision quickly assessed the surroundings, staying cautious.

The kidnappers were still hiding in the shadows. It would take time for Chief Long to arrive, so the longer he could delay, the better.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

A figure emerged from a side room, dressed in a neat suit, wearing a black bowler hat pressed low, casting a shadow over his face, obscuring any features.

Meng Chuan’s eyes sharpened as he discreetly sized up the man.

The man seemed harmless, exuding no aura, as calm as a still pond.

He gathered his strength, ready to strike at any moment.

The man in the bowler hat broke the silence, pointing at Meng Yongzhi with a faint smile:

"Xiaomeng, it’s a safe return."

Meng Chuan, taut as a bowstring, didn’t respond.

The man raised his hands, gently shaking them as if in surrender.

"No need for hostility, I just wanted to have a chat, no other reason."

"Take a seat and let’s talk."

Meng Chuan thought for a moment before slowly moving to sit beside his uncle.

The action of the man matched his intentions, making it more favorable to bide time.

Besides, he wanted to probe the man’s intentions and true identity.

"No need to be tense, just a simple talk."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let’s talk... about the cultivation technique you plan to practice in the future."

"Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill."

This made Meng Chuan’s body tremble slightly as if struck by lightning, but he maintained a calm exterior.

"I’m a disciple of Master Luo, anyone interested can find out what cultivation technique I’ll practice in the future."

Not wanting to fall into the other’s rhythm, Meng Chuan cleared his mind, prioritizing delay tactics until reinforcements arrived.

Feigning contemplation, he spoke after a moment:

"Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill, is there a problem with it?"

The man in the bowler hat slowly pinched his fingers, speaking leisurely:

"Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill, I prefer calling it the Spirit Platform Demon Seed Mind Manual."

"As you’ve heard, it is indeed a Demon Skill!"

The man ceased speaking, allowing time for the other to digest.

Meng Chuan felt a bit surprised inside.

"Demon Skill?"

"If it truly were a Demon Skill, how could Master Luo use it so freely?"

He refocused, pausing before speaking:

"Without proof, it’s just words."

The man in the bowler hat leaned forward slightly, speaking softly:

"You think Luo Guanyun arranging for you to practice this technique was for inheritance?"

Meng Chuan didn’t answer, feigning contemplation.

No matter how convincing the other sounded, escaping was his main goal.

"Isn’t the evidence before you? That Human Demon you encountered, wasn’t there something flickering on his chest? That’s the so-called ’Seed’."

"With the Thunder Planting Skill, those seeded become nourishment, and if you persist in ignorance, you’ll end up like him."

"Nonsense, if that were true, why doesn’t Master Luo widely recruit disciples and pass on the technique?"

Meng Chuan memorized the man’s words while feigning contemplation, all the while scanning the room for an escape route and checking for hidden enemies.

The man in the bowler hat was silent for a moment before speaking slowly:

"Alright, I know you’re stalling for backup."

"If I really wanted to act, you wouldn’t last a second."

"I brought your uncle here merely to have a calm chat, being one of the victims of this so-called ’Planting Technique’ myself."

"Time is pressing. Once the seed is planted, it’s too late. Hope you see the truth, even if you’re still unsure. And I hope you can keep our conversation confidential."

"If you are willing to trust me, we’ll stay in touch with this phone."

With that, the man handed over a phone, akin to one for the elderly, featuring solely the function to dial.

"Alright."

Meng Chuan accepted the phone.

No matter the man’s intentions, it’s crucial to stabilize him first.

"You’re smart, knowing what needs to be done."

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