With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 86: Blood Mother’s Bowl, Human Demon Reappears

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Blood Mother’s Bowl, Human Demon Reappears

Then he hurriedly chanted an unknown spell, and the mist gradually dispersed and was retracted into the bowl.

He took a few deep breaths, feeling a slight discomfort in his body.

"This Blood Mother’s Bowl is indeed a good artifact; it’s worth the great price I paid."

This demonic magical artifact was the most crucial part of his plan.

With a thought, the Hu brothers slowly stepped forward to take the Blood Mother’s Bowl, wrapped it up, and put it into the bag.

"A third-grade demonic magical artifact, the Blood Mother’s Bowl, once activated, can be resisted only by Martial Artist Level physical fitness plus True Qi protection.

Besides that, its blood mist can spread for ten miles, taking away all life and simultaneously bringing back the breath of the deceased."

"Then we use the Soul-Locking Incense Array to trap the entire school, preventing the fear of the dying from leaking out,

and the Blood Mother’s Bowl will seal it and retrieve it for me to absorb. Perfect, simply perfect!"

Yuan Huan thought he might be a demonic genius to come up with such a wonderful combination.

...

minutes later, under the bridge by the Weishui River.

At the agreed time with Black Water, Yuan Huan, dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask mimicking a smiling V face, stood waiting.

In no time, a Jeep slowly approached and stopped steadily in front of Yuan Huan.

The car stopped too close, and the wind and sand raised by the wheels blew on him, making Yuan Huan appear slightly impatient.

The car door opened, and six people dressed in casual outfits agilely filed out.

The leader, Captain Black Eagle, strode forward, extending his hand for a handshake with Yuan Huan.

Yuan Huan stood motionless, not intending to extend his hand at all.

Black Eagle’s hand hovered awkwardly in mid-air, trembling a little.

After all, he was the employer, so he withdrew his hand, frowned slightly, and did nothing.

Looking up at the mask on Yuan Huan’s face, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Your Excellency... could you be a member of the Parasite Association?"

Yuan Huan remained silent.

"We’ve heard of the Parasite Association’s methods. Since you are so powerful, why do you seek us?"

Yuan Huan’s black robe moved without wind, and the shadow of a demon ape suddenly appeared behind him.

As it continued to grow, the shadow gradually covered the entire area under the bridge.

The demon ape was a full five meters tall, looking down on Black Eagle.

Yuan Huan altered his voice, speaking in a slightly hoarse tone:

"Do you know who you’re talking to?"

The other team members of Black Water shook in place, not daring to move.

They truly did not expect their employer to be a Second Limit Martial Arts Family member.

Even their captain, Black Eagle, was only at the nine levels of Qi Blood.

They really couldn’t understand what use they could be to serve a Martial Artist Level power.

"Your Excellency, I’m sorry, we failed to recognize a great person. Whatever you need, just say the word."

"That attitude is a bit better."

Yuan Huan handed over the Soul-Locking Incense Array, which emitted a strange arc of light, and informed them of the mission details.

"Set up this array in a while..."

Black Eagle listened to Yuan Huan’s words with a shocked expression, even considering abandoning the mission.

But looking at the other’s terrifying, monstrous presence and the overwhelming pressure.

He had to reach out for the array, as if holding a hot potato.

"This... damn!"

Watching Yuan Huan’s departing figure, Black Eagle felt that the other might have gone mad practicing the Demon Skill...

...

Marital Arts Complex.

On the rooftop, Meng Chuan drew in the last strand of Purple Qi of the morning, stood up, and concluded his practice.

The Purple Qi nourished his organs for a moment, gradually merging into every cell of his body, becoming a part of his internally-solidified self.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, realizing a small but noticeable force was slowly forming a membrane, protecting his internal organs, showing obvious progress in his armor cultivation.

After his morning session, Meng Chuan checked his phone and realized he was almost late, rushing to school quickly.

As he pushed open the door to the Martial Arts Dojo, he heard Liang Weilong’s bellowing from the platform:

"Why are you so clumsy? Didn’t you have special training at the dojo last week? Was it training your backside?"

"I bet you brothers were slacking off and vacationing last week!"

Liang Weilong’s face was red with anger, his finger nearly poking into Hu Jiarui’s face.

Hu Jiarui kept his hands tightly against the seams of his pants, his head down, silent, and lost in thought.

"Are those brothers back from their special training?"

Meng Chuan glanced curiously, then headed straight towards the wooden stakes in the corner.

"I think I’ll skip sparring with Teacher Liang, and wait for Teacher Chen Tie in the afternoon."

Liang Weilong was still busy teaching other students; Meng Chuan couldn’t monopolize his time.

After doing some light exercises, he started practicing his fist skills.

His movements were simple yet powerful, executing the Luo’s Eight Extremes Long Fist in fluid strikes.

He pounded the wooden stakes in front of him one after another, each move carrying immense power.

After about ten minutes, the whole stake was full of dents, showing the iron core beneath.

Meng Chuan was immersed in the world of fist skills and couldn’t extricate himself, his proficiency in fist skills slightly increasing.

Unaware of how long he had practiced, he only felt a surge of Qi Blood.

Feeling his strength waning, he finally stopped his actions.

"The Luo’s Eight Extremes have improved again, getting closer to mastery."

Looking at the stake before him, as wood chips flew, it nearly became a smooth iron bar.

He went to the side, took a few sips of water, and rested for a moment.

Just then, he saw out of the corner of his eye the Hu brothers standing in the corner of the Martial Arts Dojo, motionless, seemingly in a daze.

Meng Chuan had a sudden idea in his heart.

This morning, his armor cultivation had made progress, so it was a good opportunity to test his skill.

Meng Chuan put the water bottle down and walked over to them.

He patted Hu Jiarui’s shoulder, smiling slightly, and said:

"Don’t be discouraged, a few scoldings from the teacher are nothing. Why don’t you two help me try out my new external skill?"

Hearing the voice, Hu Jiarui slowly turned his head to Meng Chuan.

"Alright."

His eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan, hollow and dreamy, lacking the vivacity of the past.

The two locked eyes, and in an instant!

A chill shot up Meng Chuan’s spine from his feet!

"Wang Xudong possessed?"

A terrifying suspicion exploded in his mind.

Meng Chuan instinctively took a step back, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two.

He found that Hu Jiaxiang, the older brother, was just like him, with a wooden exterior that exuded an indescribable eerie feeling.

From the outside, the brothers just seemed a little silent.

The surrounding students continued practicing their punches as usual, completely unaware of the brothers’ oddity.

But Meng Chuan’s thoughts felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar; being part of the Human Demon incident, how could he not see?

Vacant eyes, wooden responses, and most importantly...

You could only smell it up close, that exact same smell as [Human Demon] Wang Xudong on that rainy night!

His heart pounded wildly, but he held it in, revealing nothing unusual on his face.

The Hu brothers then stood up:

"Let’s go, Meng Chuan. Didn’t you want a hand?"

Meng Chuan’s mind spun rapidly:

"They usually call me brother, but now they’re not even addressing me as that?"

Then he said:

"The two of you at once are hard to handle, let me warm up and get ready first."

Hu Jiaxiang only replied woodenly:

"Okay."

Then the brothers sat back down to wait.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan’s heart sank to the bottom.

Faced with such an obvious "flaw," the two had no reaction.

He became more certain something was wrong.

"The Hu brothers know very well that with my strength if I really wanted to start fighting,

handling the two of them wouldn’t require warming up, it’s an easy matter at hand."

Walking to the side, Meng Chuan pretended to stretch a bit, took up a water bottle, and took a few gulps.

"I’ll go to the restroom first, wait for me."

His voice remained calm as usual, without exposing a hint of flaw.

Turning out of their sight, Meng Chuan immediately slipped to hide behind the door, watching the Hu brothers from an angle.

Not hesitating any longer, he quickly took out his phone and dialed Chief Long’s number.

Once connected, he whispered:

[This is Meng Chuan, Chief Long, let’s make it quick, the matter is urgent.]

Sensing Meng Chuan’s urgency, Chief Long’s voice on the other end was grave yet steady.

[Right now, I’m at Ping’an Middle School’s Martial Arts Dojo, and my classmates the Hu brothers, seem to be under someone’s control, at present their reactions are very similar to a Human Demon.]

Chief Long’s expression sharpened on the other end, his tone serious and calm:

[Stay calm and do not alert them, I’m dispatching personnel to Ping’an Middle School right away.]

[Can you manage the situation there?]

[There’s nothing unusual at the moment, I’ll try my best.]

Chief Long paused, pondering:

"Fang Jianxing is back? Impossible, given his injuries he wouldn’t return only to seek death?"

"It seems the ’Human Demon Master’ might be someone else."

He continued:

[Absolutely do not let this go public, keep it strictly confidential, the police station will contact your school.]

[You’re unsure of the surrounding situation, whether there may be accomplices, before we arrive, make sure to prioritize your safety.]

[Understood, Chief Long.]

Considering they were currently in a school, Chief Long also reminded:

[Meng Chuan, if those two act out suddenly, adapt to the situation, do your best to ensure the safety of teachers and students, we’re on the way right now.]

[Understood.]

After hanging up, Meng Chuan took a deep breath, readying himself to deal with the two until Chief Long arrived.

When he looked up, he unexpectedly saw the Hu brothers walking directly towards the restroom.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Meng Chuan swiftly darted into a stall, locked the door, and hid inside.

He held his breath, muscles tense, like a leopard biding its time, ready to respond to any sudden situation.

With a slow "creak," Meng Chuan heard the restroom door open.

Footsteps echoed, tick-tock, tick-tock.

"Creak"——

The door of the stall next to him was pulled open, the sound sharp and piercing.

Then, Meng Chuan couldn’t hear anything else, everything came to a halt.

Pressed against the stall wall, he held his breath once more, waiting for a few moments.

From the stall next to him came faint rustling sounds, like clothes rubbing, or rummaging through something.

This subtle noise was exceptionally jarring in the quiet restroom.

Then.

He heard a low, murky mumbling from the adjacent stall.

The voice sounded squeezed from the throat, with an eerie inflection.

Upon hearing it, Meng Chuan felt his scalp tingle slightly.

He then took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing, muscles tensing with power.

"I can’t wait any longer; every second delayed increases the danger."

Without hesitation, Meng Chuan drew back his bowstring in preparation and suddenly punched out.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion instantly shattered the air, wooden splinters flew, and the brickwork on the side crumbled.

His form flickered like a black lightning bolt, stepping through the hole he had just blasted.

Before the dust could settle, Meng Chuan’s gaze locked onto the two.

A faint smell of blood wafted into his nose, and he saw the Hu brothers with vacant expressions, staring intently at a bowl-shaped object they held!

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