With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 370 Sandstorm Lost Scorpion Ancestor and the Cunning Crocodile Man!

In the distance, Shang Ruyi was still roasting potatoes.
He was humming an unknown tune, in a good mood.

Meng Chuan went it alone and climbed the ranks like crazy.

The school might actually be able to surpass Donglian University and win the championship in this trial.

If he wins first place, his team leadership rating will rise to another level.

It was far more useful than the hundreds of battle merits earned by his apprentice Wu Hong.
"I wonder which way that kid went. If he stumbles upon a temple, that would be quite a stroke of luck."

The temple was also a "little surprise" set up by Yang Zhuo for this trial.

If no one discovers it, it will fall under the jurisdiction of the military.
The following day marked the final day of this Demon Nest Trial.

The people in the camp set off in groups, hoping to make one last quick buck.

At the Donglian camp, dozens of miles away, everyone was putting in their best effort, wanting to make a final push on the last day.

“I heard from the group from Beilian University that the person above Xuan Ge is Meng Chuan, the vice captain of their school.”

"Really? I remember he was a first-tier actor, just like Xuan-ge?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tsk tsk, this world, even four second-level captains are overshadowed by these two, it's really incomprehensible."

Meanwhile, deep within the Demon's Lair.

Meng Chuan just crawled out of the Crystal Cave.

"Bah bah bah!"

Meng Chuan crawled out covered in dust and dirt, his body radiating an aura of power that shook off the plaster cast covering his body.

What crystal cave? It's just solidified plaster crystals.

He fought a fierce battle with the highest-ranking sand demon in the deepest part of the cave, causing it to collapse completely, which led to the disheveled scene just now.

However, the gains were substantial, as the opponent's top core was very pure.

Not only are there few Void-type Heavenly Demons, but there are also few materials for them.

In most cases, you can only obtain the core as a single material after hunting.

But this sand demon is different.

As the old monster of the Crystal Cave, his body turned into a pile of yellowish-gray crystals after his death, and Meng Chuan took the largest and brightest one among them.

I don't know what it's for, but I'll just exchange it for credits.

Stepping out of the cave, Meng Chuanzheng looked down at the instructions for the Demon Nest, preparing to change his route and begin his return journey.

When he finally figured it out and looked up again, he found that the sky had already darkened.

Large dust particles filled the air, a sign that a sandstorm was approaching.

Without thinking further, Meng Chuan quickly packed his things and rushed southwest.

He had already experienced the power of the raging sandstorm five hours earlier and didn't want to try it a second time.

"As expected, the deeper you go, the greater the probability of encountering celestial phenomena."

The sandstorm zones listed in the Demon Nest's Guide are completely inaccurate. These things move over vast distances and move too fast; there's no such thing as a fixed point.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

He has fought against sandstorms many times and has become quite experienced.

The strong wind was blowing diagonally from the northeast.

He could just run in that direction; the sandstorm's direction was completely unpredictable, and it was easier to crash into it if he went in another direction.

"Huhu."

With Meng Chuan unleashing his full speed, the sandstorm was left behind.

Along the way, many demons emerged from the ground or from caves to race with him.

Meng Chuan accepted it without hesitation; it was just a small favor.

Leaping over a hundred meters, Meng Chuanliu strode forward, completely unaware that he seemed to have gone astray.
Suddenly, a sandstorm exploded on the left.

A huge creature, just like him, frantically strode away on several legs.

Meng Chuan sensed something and immediately felt a powerful, oppressive aura approaching.

This scorpion was as large as a hill; he estimated it to be at least fifty meters tall.

Its carapace is thicker than the city wall, and has a slightly weathered dark brown color, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the wind and sand.

He's definitely an old scorpion, a scorpion progenitor.

"This thing requires at least ninety battle merits, if not a hundred."

This is truly a being standing at the pinnacle of power.

Even without the sandstorm behind him, Meng Chuan would not provoke the other party.

Fighting it would be too tiring, the opponent would likely be stronger than that serpent, and there wouldn't be any nest treasures there, so it wouldn't be worth the effort.

Meng Chuan was not a reckless man; he always assessed the situation carefully before challenging any of the powerful high-ranking demons.

People only choose to take risks for wealth and riches if the potential gains far outweigh the risks.

The scorpion ancestor was also busy escaping for his life. The scorpion was old and cunning, and he was too lazy to get entangled with Meng Chuan.

The two were hundreds of meters apart, each fleeing independently without interfering with the other.

After a long time, the large grains of sand in the surrounding wind had disappeared, and the sand scorpion ancestor was nowhere to be seen.

Meng Chuan stopped and took a moment to catch his breath.

He looked up and around, then stared intently at the Demon Nest Notice.

Where have I gone?

All around were low hills, and looking further into the distance, there was nothing but flat plains stretching as far as the eye could see.

He then realized that he seemed to have deviated from the intended route of this trial.

They come, the security.

Since things have come to this, let's go hunting first.
If he can't find his way back, he believes a rescue team will come to help him.
If he doesn't come, he can hunt to his heart's content. If there isn't enough food, he can at least eat some sand scorpion meat.

He had tried grilling sand scorpions before; they were very flavorful and the meat was decent, but the demonic energy content was too high.

Even with the dragon demon's intervention, diarrhea is still likely.
"If Venerable Yangzhuo were to ask why the seven-day rule was not followed, I would have a perfectly good reason."

After all, I was genuinely lost.
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan realized that because he was off-map and there was no sun or moon to guide him, he could not distinguish east from west.

A thought struck him, and he summoned his Dao Heart. "Which way do we go?"

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The Daoist mind is in harmony with his, but it really can't do this job.

".never mind."

Meng Chuan sensed the sandstorm. This place was very strange; the wind was extremely weak, as if it were shrouded by the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl.

After some deliberation, he decided to walk in the direction the wind was blowing.

If the source is a sandstorm, there is a chance to find the Crystal Cave.

While that's true, and the garrison is there to provide backup, it's best to avoid causing trouble for others.

Meng Chuan hurried along with the wind and suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow appearing behind the sand dune.

He pounced like lightning and pierced the sand dune with a single shot.

The sand and stones scattered and crumbled, a flash of cold light appeared, and the sound of metal clashing came from the tip of the Tiger Soul Spear.

Meng Chuan looked closely and saw that it was a creature with a long snout and a large mouth, covered with green, wrinkled skin, which looked a lot like a crocodile head.

She tried to bite his head, but instead viciously bit the tip of the gun.

The sand and dust scattered, and its overall shape was quite unique.

Its lower body is upright like a human's, but its limbs are covered with scales and have sharp teeth.

Could this thing be the same kind of remains as those in the cave earlier?
Thinking of that enormous skull, it resembles a crocodile's head.

Meng Chuan prepared to take it apart to take a look.

He exerted force with both arms, causing the tiger's soul to spin, instantly twisting and shattering teeth all over the ground.

"Oh oh oh!"

The crocodile man cried out in pain. Meng Chuan withdrew his gun to defend, only to see the other man turn and run away.

"His intelligence is much higher than that of a typical mid-level Heavenly Demon."

Other creatures like sand scorpions, spiders, and pythons will not let him off easily unless several of their kind die to teach them a lesson.

Meng Chuan moved his toes quickly and caught up in an instant.

Then, he bent his arm and sent out the blade, which pierced the crocodile man's thigh, instantly pinning him to the ground.

Meng Chuan pressed one knee down on his opponent, drew his Tiger Soul sword, and aimed it at the crocodile man's head.

The crocodile-man's large, cloudy yellow eyes were wide open, and Meng Chuan could sense that it was very nervous.

"Are you not dead? Can you understand human speech?"

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"Just kill him."

"Oh? Oh!"

Meng Chuan realized that the crocodile man truly couldn't understand him.

I just sensed the gathering killing intent and screamed in panic, not wanting to die.
Meng Chuan had a sudden inspiration. His leg slipped, and the crocodile man instantly got up and ran away.

Meng Chuan silently counted a few seconds in his mind, and then quietly compressed his presence to reduce his inconspicuousness, following behind the other party.

If this crocodile head is indeed the "stick figure" in the mural, then it must be a social creature, just like the one depicted in the mural.

By following the other party, we might be able to find the location of the entire tribe.

Whether the outcome will be a bloodbath and a frenzied harvest, or the truth revealed in the murals, will depend on a single thought.
About ten minutes later, Meng Chuan's face turned ashen.

With his right hand, veins bulging, he gripped the crocodile man's neck, ready to crush the bastard to death.

Yes, he was tricked.
This crocodile man kept turning left and right, and even wandered back randomly while running.

It was obvious that they knew what I was going to do and were deliberately "leading me astray".
"I didn't expect you to be so loyal."

Meng Chuan's killing intent materialized, and the crocodile-man struggled and screamed.

Since that's the case, the only option left is the most ruthless method.

Demons are also celestial demons, and Meng Chuan showed no mercy to them either.

Don't forget, he was the "executioner" of the already destroyed Yong'an branch of the Demon Summoning Hall, feared by everyone.
He first exerted force with his palm, and with a cracking sound of his throat bones breaking, the crocodile man's neck was pinched into a thin sheet of paper.

Qiaotouyue's sharp blade emerged, flashing several times with cold light, and dismembered the opponent into eight pieces.

Then they threw pieces here and there, scattered throughout Meng Chuan's field of vision.

He planned to use this as bait to see if he could lure out the other side's kin.

Although the wind is gentle here, it can still solidify the smell of blood and carry it far away.

"I will complete the cycle of cultivation using the mental techniques of today. If I fail, I will go and find the source myself."

Since he's lost anyway, we might as well make this our goal and figure out the truth behind the murals.

After killing the crocodile-man, Meng Chuan became even more certain of his suspicions after assisting the police station with their mission and fighting the deputy priest of the Summoning Temple.

Because the crocodile-man who was just killed, like the so-called demonic warrior, had no true spirit or core within him, which is an important sign of the Heavenly Demon.

As for conceptual demons, the other party is clearly not one; it is more like a "creature" tainted by demonic energy.

He could only sense that after killing the other party, his merits were recorded along with the bloodstains.

Therefore, the crocodile people were officially recognized as "Heavenly Demons" by the Great Chu authorities regarding the War Merit Jade Talisman.

Meng Chuan knew that only killing the Heavenly Demon could be recorded as a battle achievement.

This is also the standard procedure followed by the garrison troops in the Great Chu regarding the use of military merit jade tokens and other special items.

To prevent some martial artists from harboring ill intentions in the Demon Nest, taking advantage of their kin's relaxed vigilance to commit mass murders and gain merit in the process.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan stopped daydreaming.

He sat cross-legged behind a large sand dune, practicing his mental cultivation.

With the Dragon Demon and Dao Heart protecting him, he felt quite at ease.

As time passed, Meng Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and stopped practicing his cultivation technique.

He had already sensed that a "crocodile" had taken the bait.

Meng Chuan quietly got up, concealing his aura to the extreme, and began to circle around the other party.

He learned from his previous experience and decided not to disturb the other party as they were collecting the bodies of their kinsmen.

(End of this chapter)