With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 615 - 550: Leading the Team to Fengdeng—Who Has Forged the Sacred Embryo?

Chapter 615: Chapter 550: Leading the Team to Fengdeng—Who Has Forged the Sacred Embryo?

Enter the Demon Nest, and prepare yourself.

Sensing transformed into a giant hand, striking the Dragon Demon’s head, signaling it to be alert.

The True Spirit captured after destroying the Title Venom has been fully absorbed by the Dragon Demon.

Aside from strengthening its bones and muscles, it has gained substantial benefits.

The Dragon Demon has also become even darker, the eye at the center of its forehead showing signs of opening and closing.

However, its size has not changed, likely because the moment of qualitative change triggered by quantitative accumulation has not yet arrived.

The Dragon Demon, curled up and asleep, was summoned by Meng Chuan.

Crawling out from the Middle Dantian, it raised its neck high, ready and waiting.

Since it can affect reality, it has long wanted to show off its strength.

In order to seek credit from Meng Chuan, to restrain the usual behavior of the Tao Heart...

Meng Chuan patted its head.

"Don’t be hasty, it’s not time yet."

Now the spiritual foundation is particularly solid.

This mission, it’s time to see Dragon Demon’s true strength.

Fully dressed, Meng Chuan closed the door behind him.

Followed by Liao Hai, they hurried to the [Three Gates Hall], where Liao Chen, Liao Yuan, and Liao Qing had been waiting.

Liao Chen took off his monk’s robe, clad in a golden suit of plate armor.

The armor scales resembled dragon scales, as intricately detailed as fish scales.

The sun continued to be scorching, reflecting off the armor with undulating, shimmering ripples.

Meng Chuan took a good look, not expecting the fat monk to have such good stuff.

He was wearing a Fourth Grade Divine Armor, the highest value among armor classifications, a full set of heavy armor!

Seeing Meng Chuan’s gaze, Liao Chen stood up, speaking helplessly:

"Stop looking, this heavy armor is borrowed from the Buddha, the Buddha doesn’t have money to buy Divine Armor... "

No matter how the formation changes, I am always at the forefront.

Therefore, borrowing this armor was necessary to protect myself...

Meng Chuan nodded secretly, with this armor, the fat monk should be safe.

Beside him, Liao Qing was in a dark red silk monk’s robe, flashing a mysterious glow, a Third Grade treasure armor.

Standing up with the support of the chair’s armrest, Meng Chuan noticed his wrists were encased in tungsten-colored armguards, subtly glowing red in the sunlight.

Meng Chuan nodded to himself, with special national commendation awards every month, along with daily mission earnings.

This recorded national talent for several years, equipped with a set of Second and Third Grade True Martial Attire was truly manageable.

Lastly, it was Liao Yuan, who didn’t seem to have storage treasures.

A wrought iron dark-patterned long stick hung on his back, along with a steel bow taller than a person.

A short dagger wrapped around his waist, with ink-green patterns, possibly coated with poison.

Meng Chuan took a closer look and found that Master Yuan’s weight was not much less than Liao Chen’s.

Yet he was still a long-range shooter...

Seeing Meng Chuan’s curious gaze, Liao Yuan smiled proudly:

"Amitabha, don’t be fooled by the robust stature of this monk, but my Body Technique is still decent.

Usually, I am also skilled in archery, used to send off the departed."

A quiver was wrapped around his waist, with arrows of complete black nestled inside, their fletchings as sharp as steel, arrowheads glistening with a cold light.

After observing his teammates, Meng Chuan was satisfied.

Truly extraordinary national talents, the disparity with other martial artists at this moment was exhibited vividly.

The others also assessed Meng Chuan.

Seeing just an additional explosive belt on his waist, they knew he had a storage treasure and didn’t ask further.

"Donor Meng, are you ready?"

"Ready, let the mission begin, call me Captain from now on."

During missions, Captain Meng was quite strict.

"...Let’s go, Captain."

Seeing Meng Chuan’s smug demeanor, Liao Chen wanted to punch him.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t beat him...

...

The blazing sun was as hot as roasting, its strong light more piercing than the wind.

Under the illumination of Principal Sui, Meng Chuan felt even warmer, with a stable mind.

The "Bald Team" of five descended the mountain, hurriedly heading to the main camp, all in silence.

On the way down, many young monks saw them, stopping to place their palms together in greeting.

Halfway down the mountain, sensing a somewhat dull atmosphere.

In the Defense Army of Fengdeng City, Liao Hai, with relatives there, spoke to lighten the mood:

"I heard from my relative that General Shi Cheng has always been stationed to observe the Chi Li Demon Nest.

This sudden emergency summon for us to descend the mountain, I guess it’s probably related to changes he observed."

"Shi Cheng? That name, is he one of your Shaolin people too?"

"Yes, our martial uncle, having returned to secular life, joined the military to seek Martial Arts opportunities, now a famous Martial Arts Grandmaster, the so-called ’Mad Blade Vajra’."

Wow, that title is quite wild...

Meng Chuan nodded, and said:

"Based on past experiences, I estimate the Demon Nest is acting up.

But as long as the concentration of Demonic Qi doesn’t change, actually, it’s not a big problem."

The monks understood, agreeing with his speculation.

The root cause of the Demon Nest’s agitation lies in the abnormal emergence of the Demon Nest Master within.

The specific reason, believed to be explained by Uncle Shi Cheng in charge of monitoring.

Noticing his experienced look, Liao Chen curiously asked:

"Donor Meng often descends into the Demon Nest?"

"Quite frequently a while ago, recently there have been ample resources, focusing on cultivation."

Before heading to Wudang, during excursions in the mountains and rivers.

He took the opportunity to plunder a wave of low-level Demon Nests, garnering a large amount of regular military merits to supplement cultivation.

Liao Chen realized and said:

"No wonder your combat skills are so exquisite, even though the Buddha is a Three Limits, not as good as you."

The rest of the monks, upon hearing this, involuntarily nodded in acknowledgment.

Not only them.

That day when Liao Chen and Meng Chuan unleashed their full force, all monks present were amazed by his extraordinary combat skill techniques.

And one should know, the subtlety of combat skill training lies in actual combat.

Practicing punches and throwing punches are fundamentally different things.

To improve combat skills and martial understanding, one must discard "land swimming." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

What does it mean?

If you want to learn to swim, you have to jump into the water, just practicing movement gestures on the shore, you’ll never learn.