With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 729 - 586: Blade Cuts Down Yan Huan, Divine Manifestation of the Mountains!

Chapter 729: Chapter 586: Blade Cuts Down Yan Huan, Divine Manifestation of the Mountains!

However, the leather armor on its body is a rare Third Grade treasure armor.

The reason for the horizontal sweep from the waist to kill was to avoid the solid part and to strike fatally with one blow.

Both battles ended in a flash.

The nearby fearless onlookers arrived late, hiding in the distance, secretly watching.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan first informed the police station, then approached the female Demon Path Master whose spine was injured and unable to move.

He grabbed the other and, with a few leaps, found a secluded place to interrogate.

...

He pinched the opponent’s shoulder and flipped her over.

He made her sit up against a stone stump, and Meng Chuan’s cold gaze lingered on her face.

"Wake up, stop pretending."

She had already woken up, but because her spine was completely shattered by him, she was paralyzed and unable to move.

Feng Ying’Er forced a small ingratiating smile.

Blood flowed from her forehead down to her ear, her appearance having a distinct tragic beauty.

She could only pray that Meng Chuan would be merciful and spare her life.

As for advancing to the Grandmaster of the Demon Path, she had no hopes left.

Her soul was severely injured a second time, and she had already chosen to survive by sacrificing a part of herself.

Being captured by Meng Chuan again, just staying alive was enough.

For a Master, bodily injuries are merely a matter of time to recover.

Meng Chuan slightly raised his chin, the exaggerated shadow completely enveloping her.

"I ask, you answer. What’s your name?"

"Xu Bingyue."

"Lies."

Meng Chuan gathered thunderlight at his toe and stepped forward, leaving a charred mark on the exposed chest.

The name given was of a Demon Summoning Hall’s Demon Path Master, also wanted.

But her methods and abilities did not match the woman before him.

The Demon Summoning Hall had long been his old nemesis.

Anyone noteworthy was firmly remembered by Meng Chuan through evidence and memory.

Moreover, he had dealt with the Demon Summoning Hall many times before, quickly recognizing the mismatched style.

The high-ranking members of the Demon Summoning Hall all possessed various means to communicate with "gods."

The fact that she didn’t use them even when near death was a clear impossibility.

Feng Ying’Er spat out a line of blood from her mouth and nose. The Demon Suppressing Thunder True Qi covered her chest in an instant, and she immediately wore a mask of pain.

"Ah! I!!... Ah!"

Meng Chuan shook his head, his heart spirit stirred, the bluish-purple mark on Feng Ying’Er’s chest slowly faded, the burnt smell covering the pungent blood scent.

A few more seconds of electricity, and it looked like she wouldn’t survive...

Forget it.

For interrogation, specialization is still required.

He couldn’t be bothered to ask more, so he took off her pouch from her waist, completed the search, and handed her over to the police station for questioning.

What he’s best at is still accounting for the spoils of war...

Covered in blood, Meng Chuan leaped into the artificial lake in the labor park to clean up.

With a flick of Heart Fire, he was dry and refreshed all over, ready to go home.

...

At home.

As soon as Meng Chuan entered, he vaguely heard his uncle’s snores, and his heart settled.

Those who infiltrated Yong’an should have been completely eradicated, and after the police station verifies and searches, he can rest assured.

In the dark night, it was as if he was seeing a bright room.

In two steps, he climbed to the top of the three-story pavilion, a "creak" sounded as he pushed open the door.

Meng Chuan closed the door, turned around, sat cross-legged on the ground, and opened the tiger-head token at his waist.

Tonight’s encounter with the whispers of the mountains was too thrilling, and he needed to account for the spoils to calm down...

He eagerly took out the sunflower pouch and shook out all the remaining gains from the night onto the ground.

As items fell out one by one, the originally spacious and clean small Martial Arts Chamber instantly became cluttered.

Meng Chuan smiled with satisfaction; tonight’s elimination of two demons was dangerous, but the harvest was equally astonishing!

There were so many things, he rubbed his hands, unsure where to start investigating.

With a thought, he used the Qi Observation Skill to scan the surroundings.

Meng Chuan slightly raised his hand, sweeping the things emitting black smoke to one side.

There were Yan Huan’s sharp bloody knife, the dagger hidden at his waist, the black leather scripture, and so on.

Additionally, there were several bottles of pills from the Demon Path enchantress’s pouch, the hairpin atop her head.

And a triangular hollowed-out ice silk embroidered with purple patterns...

Ahem... These were all Demonic Magical Artifacts, Demon Skills, and Demon Pills related to cultivation and demon underwear.

To the Demon Path Martial Artist, they were rare and hard to come by.

But to him, they were all "useless."

Just like Yan Huan’s head, they could only be exchanged for money.

Meng Chuan himself dared not use them.

Martial Arts were honed through fists and feet, shortcuts in Demon Path always have future troubles; handing them over to the state is true wisdom.

Ignoring the black, white, and colorful refreshing and interesting clothes.

He gathered everything potentially useful to himself in front.

Yan Huan’s black leather armor, the whip in the Demon Path enchantress’s hand, the pitch-black shiny knee-high boots on her feet.

And a small green porcelain bottle, two cultivation techniques without black smoke emanating from them, and a whale-shaped wooden token.

The surroundings became instantly refreshing, but Meng Chuan’s mood was less than pleasant.

Righteous and demonic are different; many things are unusable to him, leading to a sigh.

He reinvigorated himself and took the leather armor.

Cradling it in his palm, he inspected repetitively, occasionally poking it with a finger.

Moments later, Meng Chuan’s face showed a hint of joy.

This leather armor indeed was something, resembling a non-Newtonian fluid.

When he applied force, the mysterious biological hair on the armor instantly hardened, able to resist six to seven tenths of his strength.

Slowly pressing it, the tactile feedback felt as if inserting a foot into a swamp.

To pull his finger out of the armor required even greater force.

Thankfully, he used the tiger spirit to slay the opponent; had it been fists and feet clashing, defeating them would have required overcoming a significantly higher hurdle.

This is a Third Grade treasure armor, and not an ordinary Third Grade quality.

It’s akin to being somewhat outstanding, like something fierce.