With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

After the competition, Meng Chuan returned to practice his fist techniques for the first time at the pre-university level.

At noon, Meng Jiaolong and others found a nearby restaurant outside the school to celebrate with Meng Chuan.

After eating and drinking their fill, the group strolled back to school.

Xu Qingfeng, quite envious, said:

"In our pre-university class, you're the only one who made it to the second stage of the competition. Meng, you're indeed strong."

Meng Jiaolong also said:

"Yeah, I checked online, and it seems nationwide, besides you, no martial artist with the eighth level advanced."

This was the extraordinary aspect of Meng Chuan.

The Qi Blood Martial Arts level is strict; without traits of practical skills and hard skills, who could, like him, take an opponent with almost four hundred Qi Blood when he himself is over two hundred?

It's all due to talent and hard work, indispensable and irreplaceable by others.

"With less than three months, you guys are starting the second stage of the competition, Meng Chuan, try to break into the ninth level, make those old-timers at Martial Arts University embarrassed."

Everyone else also eagerly anticipated Meng Chuan creating another miracle at Taihang.

Finally, Meng Chuan smiled slightly and said:

"I'll try, breaking into the ninth before July... should not be a big problem."

As he finished speaking, Meng Chuan's phone screen instantly lit up.

[Account ending 8085, bank card **** received one million yuan (Note: Supernova competition advancement reward, transferred from Northern United University pre-university high school finance office)]

"Weird... I'm not even a pre-university student, why is there still a reward?"

But United University is indeed generous; a million is half of this competition's reward.

Meng Chuan's bank card balance rose again, totaling now 2.5 million.

Zong Ping waved his hand and explained:

"This is the treatment for a genius, you've become so influential, the school is winning people over.

Anyway, you're taking exams in late July, starting United University in September, considered one of their own, this bit of money is nothing to the school."

Meng Chuan nodded; Zong Ping's words made sense.

Meanwhile, Yang Huan's call came in.

[Xiaomeng, did you receive the school's transfer? This is the reward for advancing contestants in the Supernova competition.

The school cannot favor one over another. Anyway, in a few months, you'll be studying at United University, right? I just reported you in as well.]

[Yes... thank you, Principal.]

[Hahaha, no big deal, strive to break into the ninth early.

Prepare well for both the second stage in early July and the martial exam at the end of the month, aim for great results.]

[Understood.]

After hanging up, Xu Qingfeng came closer and asked:

"Principal? Who is your principal?"

His master is already a grandmaster, wouldn't the principal need to be an esteemed or even a Celestial King?

"Principal Yang."

"...Damn."

...

Night.

In the Huayun Prefecture villa, Meng Chuan was standing on the Team Divine Mat practicing pile skills.

Three hours passed.

As he exhaled a breath of turbid air, he got up and looked at the panel.

[Taiyi Three Talents Posture: Human Posture (99%) → (100%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Morning and Dusk Enlightenment (Basic)]

After conquering the final 1%, Meng Chuan's meridians strengthened slightly more, thus achieving perfection in Human Posture.

He then sat cross-legged on the mat to practice [Dragon Sitting Zen].

After finishing, Meng Chuan looked at the panel again.

Regarding the pile skill section, there was no change.

"I thought the progress would reset to zero after reaching full, starting limit breaking anew, but it doesn't seem like that."

The progress remained at 100%, no limit breaking or falling back.

He continued attempting pile practice, an hour later, still no change.

Practicing [Human Posture] is the process for martial artists to strengthen meridians to bear more Qi Blood within the body.

But no matter how long Meng Chuan continued, he could subtly perceive it was no longer useful.

Already perfected, continuing would just reinforce the pile position, the body does not benefit.

As night grew deeper, Meng Chuan decided to stop and planned to ask his master tomorrow.

His master's practice was far ahead of his, must have unique insights on Human Posture, perhaps could give him some inspiration on limit breaking.

[Morning and Dusk Enlightenment] trait appears to be related to comprehension, spending time researching is definitely beneficial sooner rather than later.

"Let me sleep first, and find my master to inquire tomorrow..."

...

Next day.

Early Saturday morning, Meng Chuan rarely returned to the martial arts gym.

Everyone saw it was Meng Chuan and warmly greeted him.

Even those who hadn't seen him in person had heard from others or watched him on TV, knowing how awesome their senior brother was.

Meng Chuan taught everyone some fist techniques for a while, then returned to the exclusive Martial Arts Chamber tailored for him by Master Luo to practice.

The room was equipped with a specially modified simulation environment, Meng Chuan stepped into the [Thunderfire Chamber].

Amidst the sound of thunder in his ears, he summoned a surge of Heart Fire Qi and began practicing Benlei Disordered Hand.

Master Luo's Benlei Disordered Hand combines the swiftness of thunder with the essentials of disordered hands, complementing each other to use ultimate penetration and explosiveness to end opponents.

Meng Chuan pondered the intricacies within and slowly sensed his internal energy.

In the next moment, his figure moved like the wind, fast as lightning.

In a trance.

He immersed his heart spirit into the fist skill, far exceeding the previous Thunder Fire Qi condensing around him.

Each move was infused with thunder-like ferocity, seemingly able to harness all the thunder power between heaven and earth for his use.

Time passed slowly, and Meng Chuan's heart spirit focused on the fist skill.

Unconsciously, it felt like a different world.

"Ultimate strength and explosion."

Meng Chuan gradually understood Master Luo's meaning. He had another breakthrough!

Using Thunder as a guide, power pierced the void; the body technique was agile, moving like a flash of lightning.

His understanding of the martial principle of the Scattered Hands of Thunder was rapidly improving.

Reflected on the Limit Breaking panel, his proficiency was also constantly refreshing.

With the movement of his hands coming to a halt, it finally froze.

[Scattered Hands of Thunder: Proficient (30%) → (42%)]

The qi and blood in his body suddenly rose several inches, flowing through his limbs, and a more majestic power emerged throughout his body.

"Qi and blood are the most critical."

This is the reason why the martial way of qi and blood is flourishing, and at the same time, qi and blood are the foundation for practicing Spirit, Qi, and Body after becoming a member of the Martial Arts Family.

"Break through the ninth level as soon as possible, then sprint with all efforts to become part of the Martial Arts Family!"

...

After a short rest, Meng Chuan saw that lunch was not far off, so he went downstairs to measure his qi and blood before eating.

[Qi and Blood 203.7→207.2 Eighth Level]

"A first-rate martial art is indeed powerful. Within more than a month, Scattered Hands of Thunder will definitely reach mastery, and by then, qi and blood can almost reach the ninth level.

The Five Elements Fist is still quite far from perfection, and aiming to advance before the Taihang competition might be a bit challenging."

Yet, increasing proficiency can also grow some qi and blood, but not as much as breakthroughs.

His goal was not like others said, just to reach 256 points and break through the ninth level before Taihang.

But to train his qi and blood to 280 points, or even more than 300 points!

In this regard, he had this confidence.

After eating, Meng Chuan was ready to practice fist skills without stopping, but received a phone call from Zheng Zhenzhen.

[Are you at the martial arts hall or the United University? I'll come to spar.]

Meng Chuan asked curiously:

[How dare you... seeking abuse?]

He was puzzled in his heart, knowing that Zheng Zhenzhen couldn't win, perhaps she had some strange hobby...

[I reached the eighth level of qi and blood. Wasn't it because of injury I didn't participate in the competition? I want to see how far I'm from the top ten.]

[Okay, I'm at the martial arts hall, come on over.]

Meng Chuan had never underestimated Zheng Zhenzhen. Previously, both were at the seventh level, and on the mountain, she matched him closely.

Now having progressed to the eighth level, she would definitely surprise him.

Practicing fist skills in actual combat can obtain better honing.

If there was a suitable sparring partner, he was very willing to spar.

Practiced for a while and then Zheng Zhenzhen arrived slowly.

In the special zoo for the Elephant Form Sect behind the square, there happened to be a large empty area.

Meng Chuan led the bouncing and lively Zheng Zhenzhen there; it was spacious, suitable for a contest.

Although there was a ring in the martial arts building to use, there were too many people and it was noisy.

Still remembered last time, Meng Jiaolong and this girl made a mistake, ingrained in Meng Chuan's memory...

The light apricot fitted training clothes made Zheng Zhenzhen's figure appear even smaller yet shapely, and her bun shook lightly with her movements.

When she pressed the air with both palms, faint tiger roars could be heard.

At that moment, in the neighboring Tiger Garden on the fake mountain, there were two tigers dozing off.

Upon hearing the faint tiger roars, they scratched the ground and ran over to watch.

Climbing to the top of the fake mountain, they saw the sound was coming from a little girl.

The two tigers showed a hint of confusion, both tigers baffled.

Zheng Zhenzhen said with satisfaction:

"Meng Chuan, how about my 'Taming the Tiger and Listening to Zen'?"

"Pretty good, look, those two dumb ones thought a new friend was coming."

"Then you'd better be careful, don't let me knock you into the tiger mountain to give my two tiger brothers a meal."

Before she finished speaking, her figure shot out like an arrow leaving the string.

The wind followed the tiger!

Zheng Zhenzhen's explosive speed had always been fast, now with the eighth-level progress, she was no slower than himself.

Her small hands formed tiger claws, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, hitting towards Meng Chuan's throat.

Meng Chuan took half a step back, using his forearm to block, but saw the girl suddenly change her move, the gold-embroidered cuff brushed past his nose, her waist incredibly flexibly twisted, bringing the sound of breaking wind to sweep towards his lower body.

"Those short legs of yours, still learning sweeping kicks..."

Meng Chuan joked, lightly tapping one foot, taking advantage to soar and evade.

As Moisture Breath activated, the fist edge had already brought up a faint mist.

During close combat with Zheng Zhenzhen, her clothes fluttered, a few strands of hair from her bun falling, unintentionally brushing across his wrist.

Faint jasmine fragrance, mixed with sweat, drilled into his nostrils.

He deliberately showed a flaw to lure the opponent's strong attack, when the tiger claw clasped his shoulder, the sound of metal clashing came.

The most unfortunate thing still happened, Zheng Zhenzhen simply couldn't break his defense!

Meng Chuan silently counted the overlay times of Moisture Breath, this time using Zheng Zhenzhen as practice, relatively unfamiliar with the 'Five Elements Kidney Water Fist.'

He raised his forearm to block the attacking tiger claw, the two suddenly closed distance.

Zheng Zhenzhen's neck strained close by due to exertion, her bun shaking, her mood somewhat flustered.

Meng Chuan pushed her back with a palm, not sure if it was 'chaotic breath' or not, he could feel Zheng Zhenzhen's rapid breathing.

When the water mark lit up on the girl's back, the Chaotic Heaven Domain simultaneously activated.

Within the three-zhang range, the air became tense, Meng Chuan felt it wasn't necessary to continue the fight, as Zheng Zhenzhen was still a bit lacking.

His punch momentum was robust, under the support of the Chaotic Heaven Domain, just the strength of the wind made the opponent pathetic.

Seizing the opportunity, he gently supported her waist, condensing a thin mist with Moisture Breath, pushing her onto the fake mountain in the Tiger Garden.

"Accompany your two brothers, alright?"

As Meng Chuan withdrew his momentum, the residual warmth on his fingertips hadn't dissipated.

Just now, to dissipate the momentum, he supported her shoulder with his hand.

At this moment, it was awkwardly suspended in mid-air, carrying a lingering fragrance.