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

Meng Chuan cast aside the strange thoughts in his mind and calmed his heart spirit again.

Even if he could not achieve sudden enlightenment today.

He was confident that, relying on his accumulation, he could master the Thunder Hand to perfection!

Attempting to summon a breath of Heart Fire Thunder Qi, gazing at the newborn Eastern Sun, he felt a strong and indescribable premonition engulfing him.

The next moment, it was like trying to scoop the moon from a well, ripples appeared before his retinas.

When his vision stabilized, the world became clear and observable to Meng Chuan.

Unexpectedly, the [Dawn and Dusk Enlightenment] triggered.

He was inclined to calm the Thunder Fire in his heart and try practicing the Five Elements Qiankun Fist now, to see if he could maintain the state of enlightenment.

But opportunities are hard to come by, with the second competition stage just around the corner, he would try again when he had more time later.

Meng Chuan took a deep breath, once again swallowing the Qi line into his abdomen.

Following the flow through his meridians, it ultimately circled his heart, transforming into a breath of Thunder Fire Qi.

"Thunder Welcome!"

This was a shout to bolster the momentum.

The next moment.

As this breath was exhaled, Meng Chuan's arms trembled at an indescribable frequency, and the suddenly bursting power converged through this.

In the state of enlightenment, the entire process was seamless, unlike what the proficient realm could achieve.

At this moment, the aura around Meng Chuan surged and roared. Despite the clear sky, bursts of thunder could be heard from thin air.

His muscle body mimicked the might of thunder, echoing its sound, learning its form!

Pale white smoke lightly rose from his shoulders, drifting upward into the sky.

The momentum of his flesh was now operating at an almost "overloaded" state, enhanced by enlightenment.

The next moment, Meng Chuan's focus sharpened, and his body moved with his heart.

As soon as his foot touched the ground, the punch forcefully surged forward.

Straight punch to the top!

Before his figure even reached the withered tree, his fist had already touched the tree trunk.

What seemed like a light strike contained immense power, exploding with thunder as Meng Chuan's silhouette appeared clearly.

Throughout the process, he seemed to rush up, stand in place, extend his arm for a direct hit, and then retract his fist, all too fast for the naked eye to discern.

Stars of carbon ash floated diagonally in the air, with only a bowl-sized charred pit in the tree trunk silently recounting all that just transpired.

This was just the opening move, the Thunderbolt Dispersing Hand was a fast attack short-range fist technique!

The next instant.

Side punch horizontal strike! Hook punch upwards! Whip leg side kick! Stomp leg forward thrust!

Various moves were as swift as lightning, hurled frantically at the giant withered branch.

The dense beating sounds accompanied by thunderous scorching, the air filled only with a prolonged thunder boom.

Boom——!

...

In the end.

A faint stream of air spurted from his mouth and nose, the white smoke around Meng Chuan instantly exploded, and from the smoke, a pair of terrifying giant hands with knotted muscles quietly emerged!

Meng Chuan leaped into the air, his left hand in a praying Buddha gesture supporting the giant wood, while his right hand reached out to pull the branch head towards his chest.

The cracking sound echoed in his ears, and at the base of the branch, a thunderbolt pattern crack split downward upon impact.

The next moment, his right palm withdrew from the branch's debris, flipping the wrist while his five fingers tightly clutched like a dragon claw, his waist twisting with a creaking sound, providing a strong core.

Elbows pointed outward, forearms flicking, waving a gust of wind and thunder.

The five claws slashed upward in a backhand motion, smacking onto the giant wood!

Bam——!

This was not the Dispersing Hand [Close Body Throw], but what Meng Chuan "stole" from Lu Zhuxiao.

The Cyan Dragon's Claw of the Eight Trigrams!

In the state of enlightenment, gathering and manipulating the Thunder Fire Qi, this move was executed with spiritual inspiration.

The upper half of the four-meter-long wooden body was broken with one palm, as fragile as snapping a corn cob.

Accompanied by continued impact, it was abruptly struck out to ten meters away!

The thundering collapse sound echoed, and the dust settled.

A wooden body with a diameter of one meter and a height of four meters weighed nearly three thousand jin.

To not only break it but also send it flying requires not only enormous strength but also the necessary skills.

This was the prowess of the Cyan Dragon's Claw, an extreme Eight Trigrams killer move, now integrated into the Thunderbolt Dispersing Hand.

"Phew..."

The ripples gradually faded away.

The world in his eyes returned to its original appearance, maintaining this state consumed too much heart spirit, and he had already exited the state of enlightenment.

Meng Chuan's figure slowly landed, and the white smoke dispersed completely.

The next moment, tremendous Qi Blood surged from his orifices, causing his entire body to swell.

It was like rushing into a buffet after being hungry for three days and eating his fill.

The Qi Blood flowed like a torrent, rushing to every inch of his muscle body and every part of his bones until there was no more room in his flesh.

A bit exaggerated, but this discomfort was triggered by the significant progress in Qi Blood.

Meng Chuan quickly consumed a Medicinal Paste, then continued practicing his fists to digest it.

The ultimate power was contained in his fists and kicks, and even slight activation of Qi Blood would cause storms of wind and thunder.

With a single thought, in the next second, his figure moved to the broken wood just now, then fully exerted himself in a wild barrage.

He was like a deity incarnate, his strength surged by almost thirty percent.

He launched attack after attack like a human bulldozer until the four-meter wood was completely smashed into dust, and only then did his Qi Blood calm down and stop.

During a moment of deep breathing, Meng Chuan looked at the panel.

The Thunderbolt Dispersing Hand not only reached the realm of proficiency but the level of mastery also leaped forward significantly.

[Thunderbolt Dispersing Hand: Proficient (99%) → Mastery (33%)]

The next instant, Meng Chuan's body suddenly tensed, his entire being reverberating with the sound of whirring engines.

He was fully urging the operation of Qi Blood.

The threshold of Qi Blood for the Nine Gates was 256 points, and he had already reached it.

The second stage of the Supernova Competition was set to be held on the Qixi Festival, July 7th, at the Taihang True Dragon Martial Arts Competition Center.

A whole month earlier, he had already secured the most crucial guarantee for victory.

The twenty million grand prize, and the ticket to the final match.

He wanted them all!

Regaining his heart spirit, Meng Chuan could vaguely sense it.

The Qi Blood around his body was solidifying in his meridians, occupying vaguely three-tenths, with nearly four-tenths still vacant.

Thus, Meng Chuan deduced the limit of his Qi Blood.

"About seven hundred points of Qi Blood can be accommodated by the meridians, my Qi Blood limit is quite high..."

As to whether he should push to the limit, Meng Chuan was still unsure.

He decided not to think too much, not having reached that point yet, and to consult Master Luo before reaching the realm of the Martial Arts Family.

Seeing that there was still time, Meng Chuan slowly strolled towards home.

As he pondered, he reflected on the reason behind the intuitive strike of the Cyan Dragon's Claw he performed this time.

He shouldn't rely solely on "Morning and Dusk Insight," most of the time he must depend on himself.

"Firstly, it was the 'Reverse Observing Pattern' stimulated in the state of sudden comprehension, allowing me to successfully merge this move with Thunderbolt Hand."

But the most crucial was his martial principle, which had reached a higher level than before.

Martial principle and comprehension are both elusive and immeasurable.

Yet those with good comprehension often have solid martial principles in the same realm.

No matter if they are people from Great Chu, even looking globally,

Martial artists of any nation must first understand their martial principles clearly before they can achieve greatness or even perfection in their practice.

Even though martial arts development direction slightly differs among countries, the essence remains the accumulation of Qi Blood, tempering essence, energy, and spirit, advancing the body's Limit Breaking.

Being a small martial artist, Meng Chuan doesn't dare to speak too broadly, only thinking from his own perspective about the related principles.

Since Realm Breakthrough Luo's Eight Extremes, gaining the "Chaotic Heaven Qi Meridian's Profound Connection" effect, his comprehension has greatly improved.

In addition, paired with "Morning and Evening Hearing the Dao," the effect is greater than 1+1.

Simultaneously, "Eternal Witness" has quietly and consistently played its effect like a diligent old ox.

These attributes that enhance aptitude are like his real combat qualities, also able to be combined and used.

Unfortunately, "Morning and Dusk Insight" can only be triggered during martial practice, if it could trigger during martial principle comprehension, he can only imagine how satisfying it would be...

"Getting greedy again, what a sly creature!"

Meng Chuan scolded himself silently and then returned home.

He had already integrated the Cyan Dragon's Claw move into "Thunderbolt Hand."

Renamed as—Thunder Dragon's Claw!

With such experience, in the future using Five Elements Qiankun Fist to induce "Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth Dragon's Claw" will not be an issue...

Diligently adjust Qi and practice, mastering it will be easy.

Today is his eighteenth birthday, Realm Breakthrough Nine Gates.

It perfectly adds the finishing touch...

...

At twelve noon.

Three to five friends and two gals gathered at Meng Chuan's house.

His master was out earning money on patrol, and his uncle was on duty at the police station today, they could gather again in the evening.

Besides that, those close to Meng Chuan gathered together.

After everyone sat down, they gazed at the sumptuous feast Xue Na prepared, all praising Meng Chuan's good fortune.

Xue Na covered her mouth to laugh, and Meng Chuan laughed particularly happily.

The moment was especially rare, Meng Chuan cherished every minute and second.

"Quick quick quick, move over some space!"

Wang Yue helped to bring the last grand dish onto the table.

As the large lobster was placed at the center, everyone raised their glasses to wish Meng Chuan a happy birthday.

Meng Chuan thanked everyone and blew out the candles on two large cakes.

Why there were two, because both Zheng Zhenzhen and Meng Jiaolong bought one...

"Come on, let's eat the cake first."

Out of sight, out of mind, Meng Chuan invited everyone to devour the two first.

Besides Xue Na, the table was filled with young martial artists, eating two cakes wouldn't be a problem.

"Brother Chuan, you eat first, I'm waiting to eat the lobster."

"Hmm?"

Meng Jiaolong gave Zong Ping a sideways glance, as Meng Chuan took his cake.

"Eat, I love to eat a bit of cake."

Zong Ping straightforwardly cut off a large piece onto his own plate.

After three rounds of eating.

Having eaten enough, Xue Na quietly left, leaving the dining hall to the young folks.

For some reason, listening to these young martial artists talking about their ideals, full of passion and vigor,

she, nearly fifty, felt an inexplicable pang in her heart.

Today is Chuan's coming of age day, she didn't want to show her timid side.

If the spring breeze had affection for flowers, might I be granted youth again?

"Chuan is so promising, I can't be excessively greedy anymore."

...

Watching his aunt's departing figure, Meng Chuan could sense her thoughts, but he was also helpless against time.

Even with myriad attributes on his body, will there be a day to reverse the flow of time?

These things are too mysterious, making promises is like farting.

Xue Na's bone and comprehension qualities are extremely poor, Meng Chuan's lower-middle quality among ordinary people is already considered a one-in-a-hundred talent.

And her qualities constitute one of the denominators of Meng Chuan's aptitude level.

"Practicing martial arts diligently, working hard to earn money, preparing longevity-extending elixirs for uncle and aunt."

At eighteen, he once again felt somewhat pressured, somewhat responsible.

Returning to clarity, Meng Chuan adjusted his mindset and continued chatting with his companions.

Everyone talked about a serious topic.

Almost everyone had reached the most critical point in their lives.

At the end of July, the "Nationwide Martial Arts Exam."

This step nearly decides the fate of ninety percent of Great Chu's students.

Whether to soar to the heavens and become dragons or phoenixes or to stagger burdened on the ground,

nearly everyone makes their decision at this moment.