With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 470 Incense Offering Heavenly Soldiers Test Thunder Tribulation, Meng Chuan Rebels Against the Demon-Slaying Scripture!
His mind raced, and he instantly understood:
"Conceptual demons can steal the power of incense offerings, and immortals and Buddhas also possess corresponding countermeasures against such theft."

It seems that the power of incense offerings is a double-edged sword, whether for immortals, Buddhas, or demons.

The concept of a celestial demon stealing the power of incense offerings can be used to empower itself.

Immortals and Buddhas can also use the power of incense to deal with such celestial demons, or even control them and turn them into their own.

Thinking back to the numerous living, conceptual demons he had seen in the Fengdu Cave, he recalled...

These are all attempts to steal the incense offerings of Zhenwu that failed.

Their attempt to steal a chicken failed, and they were instead imprisoned, awaiting conversion as "heavenly soldiers and generals."

In an instant, Meng Chuan guessed almost everything.

Coming to his senses, he looked at the methods used by the True Martial Emperor to create heavenly soldiers.

The silver armor opened up in mid-air, and something unseen slipped inside.

He detected the scent of incense on the armor using his aura-reading technique.

"Is it through this [Incense Armor] that you control the commands?"

Before he could think any further, the scene continued to change.

Two arms and two legs stretched out from the gaps in the armor, and a pale blue light radiated around the body.

Immediately afterwards, a head popped out from under the neck.

Aoki had fangs and bulging, angry eyes, which clashed with his armor and the atmosphere of the Heavenly Court.

Another one flew in, a silver helmet that matched the armor, and nestled directly into its head.

The evil god's face was immediately covered, and his body radiated the power of the True Martial God, making it impossible to discern his true nature as a celestial demon.

Meng Chuan stared intently at it, but he couldn't sense what level this Heavenly Demon was.

But what it "borrowed" was the divine power of the True Martial Emperor.

It's definitely more powerful than the demon that stole Lu Zu's incense offerings back in Fucheng.
锵.
The heavenly soldier landed on the ground and leaned forward slightly.

The Heavenly Demon Force Field and the True Martial Force were mixed together and pressed towards Meng Chuan.

His body was already surrounded by a powerful magnetic field, shimmering with fine electric light in both gold and red hues.

At this moment, the magnetic fields of the two collided and squeezed each other. With a loud "crack" that shattered, the heavenly soldier's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Since his eyes couldn't keep up with the other person, Meng Chuan used his spirit to sense them.

Wisps of white smoke mixed with flames drifted away diagonally, the body started its engine, and as the heavenly soldiers appeared in front of it, they raised their spears and thrust them towards it.

This gun is a weapon formed from the incense offerings of Zhenwu, not a physical object, so it doesn't count as cheating.

After all, within the Dharma Realm, Meng Chuan could only rely on his physical body; Qiaotouyue and Hupo were both outside.

Instead of dodging, he pulled his right fist to his waist, channeling all his energy into that fist.

The entire fist was completely enveloped by highly condensed Bing Fire Yang Thunder, with lightning and fire intersecting, flashing and exploding incessantly, more dazzling than the lamps in the entire palace.

At this moment, it is unclear whether the Heavenly Soldier is being controlled by the True Martial Emperor or acting on instinct.

The moment the light appeared, the heavenly soldiers immediately abandoned their attack plan.

With a twist of his wrist, he raised the gun barrel to form a horizontal bar, protecting his body. At the same time, the shimmering blue light around him gathered together, forming a sparkling protective shield.

Meng Chuan charged forward. The hall was very spacious. As his center of gravity shifted forward, his right arm hurled out the Bing Fire Yang Thunder that had gathered into a golden lotus.

This terrifying energy, a mixture of thunder and fire, materialized, leaving a charred trail in mid-air, and in an instant, it traversed nearly a hundred meters before crashing into the heavenly soldier.

Among the five thunderbolts, Meng Chuan is the most skilled at using the fire element Bing Fire Yang Thunder, and the explosive power of Yang Thunder is the greatest among the five thunderbolts.

Although metal is said to ward off evil spirits and is most effective against evil spirits and demons.

But in front of the heavenly soldier was an energy shield formed by the power of true martial arts.

For this kind of lightning, the power of True Martial is like its ancestor, not as effective as Yang Lightning.

During this period, due to the rapid expansion of Qi and blood, the power of the visual imagery has also been greatly enhanced.

Facing a conceptual demon, Meng Chuan did not hesitate and dared not hold back to test the waters first, launching a full-force attack right from the start.

Moreover, to harm such celestial demons, he currently only has the rudimentary form of the conception.

As his strength increases in the future, his opponents will become more unpredictable and difficult to deal with.

Meng Chuan felt that he definitely needed to learn some other ways to deal with these intangible and insubstantial things.

For example, mental attacks are a good method.

Once you've improved your foundation a bit more, then you can start learning.

As long as his foundation can support it, his extraordinary mental strength will become a powerful weapon for concentrating mental attacks.

Besides, as far as he knew, there was also the Buddhist sonic attack, which was said to be able to counter such things.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Heavenly Soldier gripped the spear shaft, which was enveloped in a bluish aura, and heavily resisted the Bing Fire Yang Thunder that had materialized and charged forward. The armor emitted a sizzling sound as if every part of its body was exerting force.

The blue light ceased its protective embrace and instead rushed towards the front, attempting to suppress the Bing Fire Yang Thunder Intent.

On the throne, Zhenwu was slightly tempted by Meng Chuan's performance.

This kid is not bad.

He turned his head and looked at the tortoise, snake, and black tortoise beside him.

A thought was relayed to Him, and Zhenwu's expression softened; He nodded.

Let's see, we'll talk about it after we finish playing.

At this moment, the heavenly soldier's body was retreating rapidly and uncontrollably.

It felt its center of gravity shifting away from the ground, and a sense of unsteadiness arose beneath its feet. Unable to absorb this energy, it had to forcefully push it away.

In that instant of exertion, the Bing Fire Yang Thunder was violently detonated.

boom--!
Inside the courtyard, the pillars, already bathed in the pale gold light of the palace lanterns, were suddenly coated with a blinding red light, and lightning crackled and danced throughout the room.

The explosive lightning bolts shot out of the courtyard in a radial pattern, sweeping across the square, which resembled a plaza paved with white marble.

When the thunderstorm subsided, the palace lanterns were lit one by one.

It wasn't an ordinary flame, but a deep red lightning that danced on the lampshade, illuminating the carved beams and painted rafters with lifelike realism.

The areas eroded by lightning and fire were all charred black. Zhenwu sat upright in the main hall, and with a gentle wave of his hand, everything was restored to normal.

Everything within the Dharma Realm belongs to Him. The damage caused by Meng Chuan may seem like a huge loss, but it is nothing more than a slight depletion of the power of incense offerings.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was still keeping a close eye on his opponent.

The armor of the heavenly soldiers had turned completely charred black.

Sparks were still flying from the crack, and most of its True Martial Power had dissipated in order to resist the explosion.

This conceptual demon was completely corrupted by the scene, and the red lightning flames continued to burn its "flesh" indefinitely.

It struggled to its feet, the armor controlling its body, trying to escape, but the armor's true owner wouldn't allow it.

With his eyes fixed on Meng Chuan, he was once again forced into a charging stance.

This journey was a death sentence, but the True Martial Emperor on the throne didn't care at all.

At that moment, Meng Chuan simply pushed off the ground and surged forward, creating air currents that propelled him instantly to the front of the heavenly soldiers.

Before he could even hold the gun properly, a powerful kick, imbued with the essence of Bajiquan, swept towards its face.

Even though the heavenly soldiers were severely injured, they still managed to react.

Its two arms crossed, instinctively trying to block, but unfortunately, most of its True Martial Power had dissipated just now.

Its own power alone is insufficient to withstand the overwhelming power of the artistic conception that will erupt once again.

The kick, as if carried by a wave crashing against a turbulent current, struck his helmet precisely.

Bang!
The heavenly soldier's head was instantly severed from his body, and his neck was broken.

The silver-white helmet didn't fly very far; it was pulverized in mid-air by the hidden "hidden force."

Having already won, Meng Chuan sensed that this kick had completely destroyed all the life force of this conceptual-type Heavenly Demon.

He stood quietly in place, looking at Zhenwu.

"Your Majesty, have you passed the test?"

The True Martial Emperor slowly rose to his feet and bowed his head slightly.

The pressure pushed the air away and squeezed it towards him. Meng Chuan felt as if a living mountain was looking down on him.

"The Xuanwu Technique can be bestowed upon you."

"I also want to learn the [Demon-Subduing Divine Power], the kind you taught Zhao Huanzhen before."

The True Martial Emperor laughed. He had never seen anyone dare to negotiate with him.

After a brief silence, Zhenwu spoke, his grand voice resounding throughout the hall:
"My great vow is to vanquish demons and protect the righteous path. The demon-vanquishing divine power is a method created by the Zhenwu sect over thousands of years to combat evil spirits from beyond the heavens."

You want to learn, but you don't believe. This violates the rules established by our ancestors; a mere casual remark is insufficient.

Meng Chuan was not annoyed; on the contrary, he seemed to be deep in thought.

What was the meaning behind Zhenwu the Great's agreement to grant him the Xuanwu Method?

Divine power is maintained by both incense offerings and the fortune of martial arts.

Could it be that the incense offerings to the Xuanwu God are running out, and he needs the blessing of his own martial arts fortune?

He wasn't completely ignorant; he knew why the Brahma and Han Zhongli of the Eight Immortals had approached him earlier.
The answer lies in the luck and destiny of martial arts.

If luck could be observed with the naked eye, one would possess countless qualities and win first place in various competitions.

They are absolutely destined for great fortune, and are highly sought after by immortals and Buddhas.

As for why the True Martial Emperor wasn't shocked by his own "domineering aura" and quickly reached into his pocket to "offer" the cultivation technique.
The reason is also the luck of martial arts.

From the day He was born in people’s hearts, the rolling thunder is His wrath, and the raging torrent is His means.

His main duty is to slay demons and monsters. There are demons and monsters everywhere in the human world, and all martial artists in the world are born to subdue demons.

Even if one does not believe in Zhenwu, he is still a symbol of martial arts justice in the hearts of many, including Meng Chuan.

Therefore, as long as humanity exists and martial artists exist, their martial arts destiny will endure forever.

Meng Chuan's personal martial arts fortune is indeed as conspicuous as the smoke of war.

But compared to the entire martial arts community, it's like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Meng Chuan paused, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and said loudly:
"If the Great Emperor can impart the power to subdue demons, in reality, Meng Chuan's fate will be intertwined with that of the Wudang lineage."

"I have learned all the methods of the Xuanwu God. If I could also receive some guidance from the Great Emperor's Demon-Subduing Divine Power, it would be a perfect union."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the hall suddenly froze.

Zhenwu remained silent.

Meng Chuan succinctly captured the essence of the problem in one sentence.

The Xuanwu Method is the martial arts fortune that Xuanwu seeks from Meng Chuan!

If you want him to bear it, you have to exchange it for the [Demon-Subduing Divine Power]!
(End of this chapter)