With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 861 - 621: Gathering, Dragon Vein, Devouring the Cosmos!

Chapter 861: Chapter 621: Gathering, Dragon Vein, Devouring the Cosmos!

On the other end of the phone, Liao Hai’s voice was lowered by a few notches:

[Let’s get down to business. This time, Shaolin is deploying all martial monks, with Abbot Xuanmou and the four Celestial King Monks all mobilized. And we’ve invited the Four Divine Sticks from the Dharma Realm.

This isn’t your ordinary True Martial; it’s the top-tier sixth-grade Divine Weapons in the world!]

[The Four Divine Sticks?]

Meng Chuan frowned, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

What a bizarre name...

Liao Hai proudly declared:

[In the realm where the Buddha resides, oceans surround the land in the east, south, west, and north, protecting the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Each ocean has its own Dinghai magic staff, securing the interior and preventing the Celestial Demons from invading.

The East Sea has the "Ru Yi Golden Staff," the West Sea has the "Heaven-Elevating White Jade Pillar," the North Sea has the "Sea-Supporting Purple Golden Beam," and the South Sea has the "Fulfilling Iron Bar."

These Four Divine Sticks are the True Martial foundation of our Buddhist Sect, held by our four Divine Monks. Even a seventh-tier Great Demon would have to avoid their might!]

A seventh-tier Great Demon, comparable to a Martial Arts Great Saint?

Just more of the Buddhist Sect’s old boastful traditions.

Meng Chuan didn’t bother to point it out and instead inquired about his Shaolin seniors:

[What about Master Baibao?]

[Master Baibao is in charge of water affairs and is often with Sect Leader Chen Tuan studying formations. I haven’t seen him.]

[Got it.]

This grand Daoist rite aims at a God Lord level target, the whispers of the mountains.

With the dangerous battle ahead, Meng Chuan hoped the seniors would return safely.

Suddenly, he remembered something:

[What is Shaolin’s special department doing in Zishou Temple?]

Meng Chuan didn’t care much about the fate of Zishou Temple.

He was more concerned about something else.

Would taking away the Subduing Dragon Dharma Realm interfere with Shaolin’s plans?

He was worried about potential future disputes.

After all, he’d still have to visit Shaolin; the future Buddha awaited him under the Dragon-Flower Tree...

On the other end, Liao Hai looked at Liao Chen, who also shook his head.

[We really don’t know. The monks in the External Affairs Disciplinary Hall usually act independently and seldom interact with foreign monks.]

The chubby monk was telling the truth.

Meng Chuan said with regret:

[Alright, let me know if there’s any news; by then... I’ll take you flying to the Demon Nest.]

Liao Hai’s face lit up with joy, and nearby, Liao Chen’s small eyes flickered as he said:

[Buddha’s saying this, not me. Master Huaiyuan came out from the Confession Hall and seems to have joined the External Affairs Disciplinary Hall...]

Meng Chuan pondered. This name was particularly familiar.

Oh... Huaiyuan.

The one who picked on him in the Martial Monk Academy, causing his Heart Demon invasion.

Meng Chuan harbored grudges and remembered them very clearly...

Upon hearing this, he thought deeply.

Since the other party joined the External Affairs Disciplinary Hall, they would eventually have to descend the mountain.

Back then, only by unleashing his full potential could he barely surpass Huaiyuan.

Now, times have changed; he has broken through, and dealing with Huaiyuan would be a piece of cake.

When the time comes, with the Thousand Faces Mask, no one would recognize him, and he could easily finish him off!

...

In the blink of an eye, it was Lunar New Year’s Eve.

Huayun Prefecture.

The doorbell rang as a cheerful and lively female voice called out.

Meng Yiyi and her fiancé Yu Kaidong returned with large and small boxes.

Upon hearing that Meng Chuan was home, Yu Kaidong decided not to return to his own home that afternoon.

He took the opportunity of this wonderful day to pay a visit to his future brother-in-law...

At twenty years old, a Martial Arts Master...

When Yu Kaidong first heard from Meng Yiyi, he roughly calculated it and was stunned.

Three years ago, he was at Qi and Blood Gate, and now he’s at Martial Arts Three Limits?

No, Martial Arts should make sense!

It was a rare occasion for the family to gather for the New Year, and Xue Na prepared a grand feast.

Meng Yongzhi also brought out fine wine, and the five of them sat together, eating and chatting.

Yu Kaidong, sitting in the middle, felt immense pressure.

The future father-in-law was alright and treated him kindly, so Yu Kaidong wasn’t too nervous.

But every time Meng Chuan’s gaze swept over, he felt extremely uneasy; he could barely hold his chopsticks steady.

Even though they were old acquaintances and had met Meng Chuan a few times before.

Sitting together now, his heart still raced fiercely.

The thing is... who wouldn’t be nervous!

Last year, Yu Kaidong graduated from Yong’an Martial Arts University, barely meeting the requirements for a new student counselor with six Qi and Blood Gate levels and the status of an intermediate martial artist.

His teacher’s teacher’s grandfather was at the level of a Martial Arts Master, the same as Meng Chuan’s current level...

The entire Yong’an Martial Arts University knew that his fiancée’s cousin was the "Infinite Fist," and they all envied him for being the future brother-in-law of a Celestial King Great Saint.

These people only saw the thief eating the meat but didn’t see the thief taking the hit.

They had no idea how much pressure he was under...

Meng Chuan could tell Yu Kaidong was nervous, but there was nothing he could do.

He had completely restrained his aura, not releasing even the slightest bit.

It was the fear in Yu Kaidong’s heart; it was a heart ailment he couldn’t cure...

Regarding his cousin’s partner, Meng Chuan had no opinions or thoughts.

From his perspective, Yu Kaidong was a "good citizen." As long as he treated Meng Yiyi well, Meng Chuan was fine with it.

The clinking of glasses and conversation followed.

As a few drinks went down, the conversation flowed, and the atmosphere at the table finally became lively.

Yu Kaidong was busy, practically the busiest person at the table.

He had to toast his future father-in-law on one side and his brother-in-law on the other, occasionally praising his mother-in-law’s cooking...

At this moment, as he gradually drunk, his chopsticks became steadier.

Seeing Meng Chuan being so down-to-earth, Yu Kaidong felt completely at ease.

As the saying goes, the more a man drinks, the more he speaks.

Yu Kaidong shared many campus anecdotes and noticed Meng Chuan was particularly interested in Principal Yin’s gossip, so he picked stories that intrigued him.

Filling up his brother-in-law’s cup again, Yu Kaidong laughed and said:

"Little..."