With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 597 - 543: Fanluo Shows Fear, the Transformation Is Astonishing!
Prince Fanluo is also a clever person.
He understood Meng Chuan’s unspoken meaning.
Upon hearing this, his eyebrows raised instantly, feeling displeased.
Under the prince’s signal, Doma the guard next to him immediately bent down and said coldly:
"The prince, being the son of the Heavenly King, holds such noble status. Using the Celestial King’s protection as a cover is probably futile."
Fanluo slightly turned his head, gesturing for him to stop speaking.
Then he changed his expression, his voice gentle:
"It’s just borrowing, Brother Meng, don’t be so wary of me.
I can guarantee on my honor that it will be returned in perfect condition after use."
Meng Chuan laughed wryly, who is he trying to scare?
He sipped his tea, glancing casually around.
His gaze landed on Grandmaster Doma, without any fear.
Doma and Fanluo were clearly playing good cop, bad cop, trying to intimidate him.
Master Bai Bao was just tens of meters away, could he really make a move against him?
Besides, he wasn’t a person without backing, he had strong support behind him.
This was still the land of the Central Plains, his own domain, if angered, he’d even flip the table.
For now, it wasn’t necessary, no need for that.
Meng Chuan had a sudden thought, and persuaded kindly:
"Prince Fanluo, the artifact at the core of Great Brahman Heaven involves even the former principal of United University, the senior Divine Dragon Great Saint.
The reason I could become its keeper is related to the Temple experience inside the Demon Nest when I met the esteemed senior, which is also connected to this Great Saint.
Therefore, if I’m to lend it to the prince, there must be a valid reason, otherwise I cannot explain it before the Great Saint.
Whether it’s the Heavenly King or the Great Saint’s blame, I cannot afford to offend. Though valuable, this Desert Mirage Crystal is a hot potato!"
His words were earnest, plus he hadn’t lied.
Fanluo nodded slightly, seemingly convinced.
But only a bit, not much...
Seeing Doma wanting to speak again beside him, he gestured subtly with his gaze.
His face resumed a smile, stood up and said:
"Brother Meng, the borrowing reason isn’t so hard to say, just involves my father king and mother queen, inconvenient to disclose, I was sent hoping to simplify the matter."
After speaking, he said no more, turned around and left, leaving only his echoed voice:
"Brother Meng, why not consider it again for a few days? I’ll be in Shaolin Temple recently."
That rascal, still trying to use the Divine Dragon Great Saint to pressure me?
Then he will imitate a bit, play against the king!
His father’s advice, he certainly took to heart.
It’s just the opposite side "mentioning people" to apply pressure, he’s merely imitating.
The two left with their backs hidden in the night, Meng Chuan unhurriedly rinsed the guest cup with kidney water, murmuring:
"Prince Fanluo, you left something behind."
Meng Chuan pointed at the Desert Mirage Crystal on the table, signaling to the two.
Fanluo’s steps stilled, Grandmaster Doma sensibly twisted around to collect it.
He stared at Meng Chuan, intending another threat.
But the words caught in his throat, faced with this kid’s gaze, couldn’t utter a thing.
Hastily leaving a sentence, turned to depart:
"The prince has explained it all, take care of yourself!"
After speaking, followed Fanluo out.
Meng Chuan watched the two leaving, collected the table and chairs back to his waist badge, appearing thoughtful.
Fanluo imitated him, using the names of his parents, the double saints, not intimidating him but showing fear instead.
Why say this, it’s analyzed by his penetrating wisdom...
If the two saints of the Western Regions truly needed the core artifact of Great Brahman Heaven.
Initially, it would never have fallen into his hands!
No matter his position under Brahma Heaven’s Protection, how could it match the needs of the Great Saint?
Besides, if needed now, it wouldn’t be Fanluo coming to persuade.
Notify the state, official representatives would come for it, would it need Fanluo to offer a third-grade heavenly material treasure for borrowing?
After several rounds of verbal exchanges, seeing him bring out the Divine Dragon Great Saint, this kid was finally anxious.
Still too young...
The opposite borrowing this artifact, surely has another reason.
He himself needs it, but cannot show it lightly to others...
What on earth is it borrowed for?
...
Meng Chuan returned to his room, sat by the bed.
Prepared to practice his core skill, pondering for a moment first.
The core artifact of Immortal and Buddha faiths is categorized into situations affected by demonic contamination, and not affected.
For those not affected, he understood some of their general uses, but not much.
Just like Master Chen Tuan, using the faith core as the "carrier of Immortal and Buddha power," borrowed to utilize the power of True Martial Emperor.
As for others, he wasn’t clear.
As for those affected...
When he received the Great Brahman Heaven artifact, that large urn...
Researching it for quite a while, couldn’t figure out any use.
Even practicing in a robe brought no miraculous manifestations.
As for others’ hands...
Meng Chuan’s expression froze, suddenly recalling something.
Yong’an City, Old Taoist Monarch Wuyang of Dingxian Wu Shrine!
He used Grandmaster Han Zhongli’s core artifact to send him into Dharma Realm [Zhengyang Cave], to realize his self-nature, learning Yu Anle.
The Grandmaster then only had a final trace of power.
After teaching concluded, transformed into a rainbow and ascended, signifying complete disappearance.
His power was entirely stolen by the Celestial Demon, contamination confirmed.
Could it be...
Meng Chuan boldly speculated:
"This prince of Loulan Kingdom wants to use the core artifact I possess of Great Brahman Heaven to open Dharma Realm?"
However, there’s one crucial issue...
The last power of Great Brahman Heaven was already used up on him inside [Desert 011].
This fact, Fanluo is unaware.
Can the Great Brahman Dharma Realm still be opened normally?
Thinking it over, Meng Chuan found the possibility indeed high...
But it’s just speculation. To know its true purpose, only if it opens its mouth and tells the truth.
Refocusing his mind, he stopped thinking about anything else.
He assumed a cultivation posture, breathing slowly and steadily.
With five hearts facing the sky, he continued his practice.
"If they come looking for me, just explain to them clearly."
Great Brahman Heaven is completely gone, if our old brother from the Western Regions wants to enter the Dharma Realm, he better not...
...
The next morning, in the meditation room.
Having cultivated throughout the night until now, Meng Chuan was not tired, but rather felt invigorated.
With introspection, he glanced at the position of his lower abdomen and smiled with satisfaction.
The Kidney Pill had become more solid, and his stamina was becoming more enduring.
This thing wasn’t just useful during that kind of activity...
Adjusting his breath slightly, waiting for his spirit to be restored to its best.
He reached to his waist and with a tap, a dark green fruit landed in his hand.
Its outer skin was covered with dense snake scale patterns, exuding a faint fragrance.
The prize from the fat monk, a second-grade celestial treasure—a fifty-year-old Snake Scale Fruit!
How should this treasure be consumed?
No need for further words, Meng Chuan casually tossed it into his mouth, and with two bites it burst with juice.
The entry mentioned that the fruit’s skin was hard, like the leather armor of a snake demon, advising peeling before consumption.
He ignored the advice; even the skin was consumed.
It’s all nutrition, it should not be wasted.
As he bit into it, a sour taste filled his mouth.
After repeated chewing, only the tough fruit skin remained unchewable.
It’s not that his teeth were weak, but the thing was too tough and elastic to be torn apart.
It’s not a big problem, just swallow it directly.
His throat was wide, no need for further words...
The effects of the Snake Scale Fruit acted entirely on the body.
Primarily it enhanced poison resistance, aiding in tempering the physique.
The effect of this item was to use its potent toxicity to force the body’s evolution and mutation.
However, his physique was too strong as a baseline, toxins entering the body may have little effect.
Thinking of this, he pondered:
"This fifty-year-old Snake Scale Fruit probably won’t have a significant impact on enhancing my physique.
In this situation of forcing body mutation and stimulating innate treasures within, it would at least need to be third-grade to have a noticeable effect on me..."
Whatever, even a mosquito’s leg is still meat.
Meng Chuan sat in silence, waiting.
Not long after consumption, he looked in the mirror, seeing a slight greenish tint on his face.
With gastric juices churning, a "gurgling" sound arose, feeling the urge to use the restroom...
Careless, this thing still had a bit of poison remaining...
Grabbing some paper, Meng Chuan swiftly dashed out.
Detoxing took priority over everything else.
...
Ah~
Feeling refreshed afterward, Meng Chuan hummed a little tune as he walked out, feeling in good spirits.
Ever since the six major acupoints successively mutated, he no longer needed to use the restroom like an ordinary person.
This detox session led him to discover something.
This [Fruit of Flesh] indeed had no flaws, seamless during excretion...
Effortless and smooth...
Ahem ahem...
Not wanting to think of mundane matters, Meng Chuan refocused his mind and looked in the mirror again.
His handsome face reappeared, his complexion had returned.
As he expected, after the Snake Scale Fruit entered his stomach, due to his strong physique, the stimulating effect was mediocre.
In this short time, it was already completely digested.
"At least there’s some improvement, right?"
Stepping outside, grabbing a handful of green into his palm.
Meng Chuan extended his fists and arms, dancing with the mountain wind, stirring the vegetation.
His fist stance paused, the residual wind not yet ceased, while the grass continued to sway with the breeze.
Meng Chuan had a thought and placed his hand flat on his chest, pressing down with five fingers.
The rhythm of the grass and trees within ten feet abruptly halted, not a movement. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Winning one battle after another, the growth in his mindset was not insignificant.
His internal strength surged like water, and Meng Chuan was already able to mimic the old monk’s actions from the previous day.
Through the manipulation of the magnetic field, attempting to lay a "film" over the ground.
But when he stepped his foot forward, all changes were disrupted at that moment, unable to achieve the effect of protecting the ground.
"As soon as I move, the changes are shattered..."
Meng Chuan contemplated for a moment, recalling the methods of the predecessor Shi Nan, vaguely feeling something.
But achieving it was still some distance away.
In the midst of pondering, he had an insight:
"If I want not to destroy the changes, I must first extract the source of all changes, which is myself, from the magnetic field..."
The magnetic field surrounded him, altering the environment at will.
Now to extract himself, how can this be accomplished?
While pondering, he continued to exert strength and practice his punches, sensing the effect of the Snake Scale Fruit.
All treated as a warm-up.
His pores opened widely, and a faint white breath flowed out, Meng Chuan’s skin tightened, the warm-up ample.
Then, he extended his perception inward, introspectively understanding.
The heart like a red copper furnace, the liver condensed like green tourmaline;
The lungs like a black iron bellows, the spleen resembling a glass treasure cup;
In the kidney lies a pill, like a pearl hidden in a cold pool at night.
The Qi Eating Skill of Five Elements Fist, the Five Qi of the Viscera persisted until today, creating such a robust viscera, no need for further words.
Looking at the bottom-most part of the meridian, the main pathway cultivated during the Martial Artist period.
At this moment, it was like a gilded pipeline, with internal energy flowing, a faint dragon’s roar could be heard.
The tendons extending outward felt like forged steel cables, flexible and springing like never-ending silk.
The omnipresent blood solidified into crimson jade pulp, influenced by his created [Blood Renewal Body Tempering Method], flowing upward in Martial Arts firmament, illuminating the apertures with light.
