Chapter 1304 - 742: Sacrifice to Become a Dragon, The Final Outcome Revealed—What I Gave Was a Calendar!

Chapter 1304: Chapter 742: Sacrifice to Become a Dragon, The Final Outcome Revealed—What I Gave Was a Calendar!

The mysterious force dispersed and merged, constantly exchanging with the cosmic energy within the Red Refining Banner, channeling it into the body, and under the influence of the True Martial Will, transforming it into Qi Blood power, finally returning to the Inner World, and the sunlight grew ever brighter.

Since the Tao Heart wants to share in the cosmic energy, it too must start moving.

Time passed, and it was unclear how long had gone by when Meng Chuan suddenly stopped.

The Dragon Demon called to him from outside, someone had come to the preparation room looking for him.

"That bald monk again?"

His conscious creature, of course, was connected with his mind, Meng Chuan knew who had come.

Returning from the banner, he was quietly puzzled:

"Why is Junior Brother Liao Huo running over here every couple of days..."

Knock knock...

The sound of knocking came through, Meng Chuan shook his head and smiled, no longer thinking about it.

With a single gesture of his hand, the door opened to reveal Liao Huo standing at the entrance.

He wasn’t wearing a monk’s robe today, but instead had changed into a loose training suit, with a hint of hesitation on his face, yet his eyes were exceptionally determined.

Seeing Meng Chuan open the door, Liao Huo took a deep breath and clasped his hands in a bow:

"Senior Brother Meng."

"Come in and speak."

After entering the room, Liao Huo did not sit but directly took a palm-sized metal box from his bosom.

He stared at the box for two seconds, as if making a big decision, then handed it to Meng Chuan with both hands.

"What is this..."

Meng Chuan did not take it.

"It’s the [Dragon Power Elixir]."

Liao Huo’s voice was a bit dry:

"Produced in the Dragon Realm, it contains dragon blood, greatly nourishing muscles and flesh."

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow, nodding silently.

The situation was clear at a glance, another gift-giver again.

He knew the preciousness of this elixir; it was listed in the rewards redemption of the World Youth Championship, valued at a single redemption opportunity.

Its function was to enhance the natural talents of the body, regarded as a treasure whether for those wanting to learn Iron Body but lacking innate essence, or masters on the path of physical enhancement.

A single redemption opportunity, immensely valuable.

"Why give it to me?"

Meng Chuan inquired.

Liao Huo looked up, his eyes straight at Meng Chuan:

"For that day... when you exhibited your Fist Intent."

His throat rolled slightly:

"Thought for a long time... this humble monk decided to express this sentiment."

Saying this, the muscles in Liao Huo’s cheeks slightly tightened, anyone could see how reluctant he was.

This item, Liao Huo originally bought for himself, as he too trained in the martial path of flesh!

However, Meng Chuan’s unbeatable Fist Intent was even more enviable.

He could see the extraordinariness of Meng Chuan’s Fist Intent, could Chen Zhiming not see it?

Based on causal deduction, Chen Zhiming likely has already integrated, so he couldn’t wait any longer!

Meng Chuan was silent for a moment, nodded in agreement, and finally reached out to take the heavy metal box.

Liao Huo visibly breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

"I’ll accept the elixir."

Meng Chuan placed the box beside him, nodded:

"As for my Fist Intent... once my Fist Skill Research Institute is established, you can come to Lishan Mountain to learn from me."

Liao Huo’s eyes instantly brightened, nodding and exclaiming "Good indeed".

Meng Chuan nodded in acknowledgment, but inwardly struggled to suppress a smile.

Liao Huo and Chen Zhiming, indeed only the two most talented people of Great Chu could see how exceptional his True Martial Fist Intent was.

In addition, Wang Chongyi should also be able to see it.

It’s a pity they didn’t encounter each other in the competition...

Liao Huo, in a light-hearted tone:

"Senior Brother Meng, then your junior brother shall take his leave first, best of luck tomorrow."

Meng Chuan waved his hand:

"Walk slowly, junior brother."

Liao Huo happily took his leave, striding out the door, only to encounter Chen Zhiming coming his way by coincidence.

After a simple greeting, Liao Huo departed directly.

Yet his senses remained diffused, quietly discovering that Chen Zhiming also headed to Meng Chuan...

As the door to the preparation room 0006 closed, and the sense was isolated, Liao Huo internally puzzled:

"Amitabha... Why did he come?"

...

"Why did Liao Huo come?"

Chen Zhiming didn’t understand.

But as he walked into the room, he happened to witness Meng Chuan putting away the box, immediately understanding.

That monk seemed honest, but was quite shrewd.

Turns out, he was also here to "offer a gift"!

"Chen Hero! Please come in, please come in, yesterday’s match was splendid, broke that Seviss’ arm, just a bit more!"

Hearing Meng Chuan’s greeting, Chen Zhiming snapped back to reality, temporarily putting aside other thoughts, waving his hand:

"Far from it, Daoist friend, don’t praise Chen, tomorrow you will be facing that Seviss on stage, I rushed here to share some experience with you."

Meng Chuan nodded, his face full of smiles:

"Thank you, Daoist friend, please sit! Come, have a drink of cola to relax, no rush."

"... this humble monk doesn’t drink beverages."

An hour and a half later.

"Alright, what needed to be told to a Daoist friend, this humble monk has shared, you’ll have to rely on yourself in the finals."

Meng Chuan nodded in thanks, feeling greatly benefited:

"Thank you."

He still had tomorrow’s match to prepare for, Chen Zhiming being very sensible, also didn’t linger, rising to take his leave.

With one foot out the door, Chen Zhiming seemed worried about something, turned back to remind:

"Daoist friend, don’t forget, what this humble monk presented, is a Tier Five Celestial Demon leader-level Eagle Demon True Spirit."

Meng Chuan was momentarily stunned by the words, only then realizing, nodding:

"I remember, Daoist friend’s Eagle Demon True Spirit is precious, once the research institute is complete, I will surely notify Daoist friend first."

Hearing Meng Chuan’s promise, Chen Zhiming smiled contentedly, finally leaving pleased...

...

The moonlight was hazy, night practice under way.

Figures towering in the clouds, facing the moon, inhaling and exhaling like the howling wolf under the moon, practicing the yin-yang lineage fist skill.

"Hmm?"

Meng Chuan’s expression shifted, lowering his gaze, looking towards the direction of Shangjing City’s gate.

In the darkness of night, his eyes shone bright, seeing clearly.

The commander of the Defense Army of Shangjing City, [Golden Qilin·Wang Yun], whom he had seen upon entering the city with Yang Yuelian earlier, was returning from outside the city.

His golden armor was covered with pitted scars, and those under his command were all stained with blood.

"What happened..."

Meng Chuan pondered, his gaze narrowing slightly, recalling something.

"Could it be... related to what I previously reported to Cui Yunyu seen outside the city at night?"

Wang Yun’s figure gradually disappeared into the city, his subordinates also returned to their camps, Meng Chuan also put away his curiosity.

He guessed it should be right.

"It seems the figures in the mountain on that night were likely Demonic Martial Artists or Celestial Demons.

Besides, Lord Wang’s side should have won this battle..."

Though appearing somewhat battered, everyone’s faces were relatively joyful.

Meng Chuan’s eyes were now very discerning, using the moonlight, he saw everything clearly...

Whoosh——

The sound of wind came from behind.

The hairs on Meng Chuan’s back stood up instantly, as if opening a dragon’s spine, a "creak" exploded, his aura unfolded sharply.

Turning, he saw Lord Wang standing right behind him.

Meng Chuan’s sharp aura suddenly retracted, a smile appearing on his face.

"Lord Wang, good evening...?"

Wang Yun turned around, with some fatigue on his face, but his gaze remained sharp as ever.

He looked at Meng Chuan, nodding slightly, his voice steady:

"It’s you, Meng Chuan, I happened to sense you were up here, so I came up to remind you of something."

Meng Chuan’s expression became serious:

"Please go ahead, Lord Wang."

"The information you previously reported to Cui Guardian, I have already verified with my team."

Wang Yun’s tone was calm, yet carried a sense of severity:

"The ones operating outside the city that night were from the [Purgatory Sect], their leader is not unfamiliar to you, it’s the current High Priest of the Demon Summoning Hall, Li Xiao."

"Li Xiao?"

Meng Chuan’s eyes slightly narrowed, Wang Yun’s words stirred many unpleasant memories.

He was, of course, not unfamiliar.

After all, the grudges between him and Li Xiao were not light...