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

Martial arts exams are more brutal than academic exams; there's no chance to cram or gamble on the exam day.

If you're weak, you're weak. Hoping to suddenly explode is futile because your measly Qi blood will cap your limit.

Mentioning this, everyone fell silent, the atmosphere slightly gloomy.

Even geniuses like Xu Qingfeng and Meng Jiaolong have their own worries.

The martial arts and Qi blood are flourishing, making it increasingly difficult to enter such prestigious grandmaster classes at Martial Arts University.

Too many geniuses, too few seats.

Xu Qingfeng sighed:

"Among us, only Brother Meng can surely enter the grandmaster class.

Going to compete in early July, returning at the end of the month for exams—just thinking about it is utterly thrilling."

Meng Chuan waved his hand.

He was a bit worried; what if he gets too carried away during the competition, injuring himself and affecting the martial arts exams.

The group analyzed for him, Meng Chuan tends to lose his mind when he's having too much fun in a fight, which is indeed a concern.

Zheng Zhenzhen finished off a lobster claw. With her strong backing, she naturally didn't share the group's worries.

"It's definitely a risk, but if you reach the ninth level, then all will be fine. You could even take the exam in a wheelchair and still crush other candidates."

"You're that confident in me?"

"Of course, you're Meng Chuan!"

Zheng Zhenzhen's hair buns bobbed slightly as she smiled warmly.

Meng Chuan said calmly:

"I've already reached the ninth level."

"..."

"Show off!"

Everyone cursed in unison.

Wang Yue felt miserable, even wanting to die.

This isn't just envying a brother driving a Range Rover, but rather watching him shoot up like a rocket.

Meanwhile, Wang Yue was stuck at the second level of Qi blood, hoping to reach the third level this year and at least get into a second-tier martial arts university next year.

Even Yong'an Martial Arts University had increasingly higher requirements, and he wasn't confident he could get in.

Unless his dad was willing to use his finances for him, but Principal Yin's appetite in Yong'an was notoriously big...

Seeing his good friend's distress, Meng Chuan didn't have much to offer.

At the second level of Qi blood, he really had nothing to teach; it's just about following the boxing manual and building Qi blood.

Every once in a while, he urged Wang Yue.

But laziness is a kind of illness, only self-medication can help.

Zheng Zhenzhen sincerely congratulated Meng Chuan while also worrying for her brother.

Since she met Meng Chuan, he's been invincible among peers, able to fight those of higher levels effortlessly.

Though the difference in Qi blood between levels is significant, Zheng Chengcheng hadn't broken through for long.

His Qi blood was still accumulating, yet nowhere near the massive near five hundred required.

"I hope the two won't meet at Taihang...it's annoying for either to lose."

But the likelihood was small unless Meng Chuan continued to forgo his seed player status.

Seed players can skip several early rounds, saving time and effort.

From her understanding of Meng Chuan, as long as the difference wasn't huge, even without the seed status, he'd fight to the end...

"Seems you're destined to reach Shanghai; brother, I'll preemptively wish you first place!"

With that, Xu Qingfeng melancholically downed a bottle of juice.

From his equal standing at Xiang King's Tomb, now he was comprehensively crushed by Meng Chuan.

Xu Qingfeng worked hard too, yet sometimes the harder he worked, the more desperate he felt.

Zong Ping joined in on the drink before saying:

"Brother Chuan, your speed is terrifying. If you tell me you've become a martial arts family member in a few days, I wouldn't be surprised."

Meng Chuan laughed:

"No worries, I'll tell you ahead of time, it won't happen this year, but let's aim for within next year."

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed:

"Monster!"

...

Martial artists indeed have a strong ability to eat; soon enough, the table was close to empty.

Finally, after wishing Meng Chuan to soon become part of a martial arts family, the birthday gathering ended.

Seeing the group off, Meng Chuan took a deep breath to calm down.

Luckily, his biggest worry hadn't happened; the two women didn't clash at the dinner table.

He had been overly worried, overthinking.

Both were top-notch elites, and wouldn't act out foolishly in front of family and friends.

But what Meng Chuan didn't know was that once they left with the others, they found a nearby place to duel.

Meng Jiaolong looked down from above at Little Potato.

"You even bought a cake?"

...

Before dispersing, everyone helped move the dishes to the kitchen.

Xue Na was washing the dishes, not letting Meng Chuan intervene.

She turned back with a teasing smile:

"By the way, Chuan, I feel those two girls look at you differently, which one do you like?"

Both girls were extremely talented, with impressive backgrounds, perfectly matched for Meng Chuan in Xue Na's mind.

"Auntie, don't worry about it. I'm off to practice boxing!"

Meng Chuan covered his face and fled.

He never thought about such things, just wanting to practice martial arts well and let emotions happen naturally.

Afternoon.

United University Preparatory High School Martial Arts Dojo.

As his Qi blood progressed, the original silicon metal stake's strength was no longer suitable.

"Sorry for the trouble, Teacher, please double the hardness for me."

"Progressed again? Impressive."

The dojo administrator, upon hearing this, adjusted it for Meng Chuan.

"I've adjusted it to the maximum, so take it easy. If it breaks... we'll have to pay."

"Understood."

After making adjustments, Meng Chuan attempted a set of Five Elements Qiankun Fist.

"Not bad. With the current hardness, it's definitely enough for me to use up to the Nine Gates limit."

At the same time.

After finishing his class, "Gold Medal Lecturer" Lu Zhuxiao came to the Martial Arts Dojo looking for Meng Chuan.

Seeing him practicing, he didn't interrupt and quietly watched from the side.

Meng Chuan adjusted his breathing and continued practicing.

In the instant of his punch, he seemed like a furnace, the momentum of the fierce fire surging like a tide, engulfing the entire silicon-golden stake.

Lu Zhuxiao saw a dragon claw emerge fiercely from the intense flames, striking hard onto the silicon-golden stake.

With a "tearing" sound, the metal exploded, Meng Chuan's five fingers left deep marks on it.

Within the five inward claw marks, faint black smoke was rising, and upon closer inspection, one could see the intense scorching marks.

Lu Zhuxiao's expression was solemn. Wasn't this his own technique "Cyan Dragon's Claw," the move from the Eight Trigrams Palm?

How was it possible that the Five Elements Qiankun Fist could also perform this?

"Master Lu, how is my move 'Fire Dragon's Claw'? Are there any areas that need improvement?"

Meng Chuan asked for advice upon seeing Lu Zhuxiao approaching.

"Not bad, you've captured the essence. Wait a minute, hmm... Have you reached the ninth gate?"

As Lu Zhuxiao got closer, he noticed that Meng Chuan's qi and blood were astonishingly intense, far surpassing the level of the eighth gate.

"Yes, I briefly gained enlightenment again this morning. During the breakthrough of the Thunder Scatterhand, my qi and blood simultaneously improved."

Meng Chuan had already tested his qi and blood earlier.

After the breakthrough, his qi and blood were at 277.1, exceeding the standard of 256 by a good margin.

Lu Zhuxiao shook his head with a wry smile, having grown accustomed to it.

Another moment of enlightenment! This kid is truly extraordinary, he didn't even know what to say anymore.

"Come on, I'll feed you some moves for a while. Then I'll go to class and you can practice the stakes by yourself."

"Thank you, Master Lu. Please show 'Yaksha Sea Exploration' a few more times so I can learn."

The power of the Dragon's Claw learned from Teacher Lu was astonishing and had already become one of his martial arts trump cards.

Meng Chuan still wanted to deepen his impression of other moves, fully integrating them into his own boxing style.

By the time the Supernova Competition arrives, combined with his combat skills' special traits, he believes anyone who stands in his way will be vanquished!

"No problem."

Yaksha Sea Exploration is the finishing move of Qi Family Boxing.

The hand moves like an overturning river, entwining the opponent's arm, getting in close, with the upper arm locking the opponent's arm, the forearm pressing against the side of their neck, then the waist drives the whole body to exert force downward, crushing their shoulder and neck.

The move is vicious—once triggered, it cripples enemies if not kills them.

Meng Chuan tried it a few times, and was able to perform it completely.

However, integrating it fully into his boxing momentum still had a ways to go.

In the morning, due to the state of enlightenment, the integration went so smoothly.

His current grasp of related boxing theories was still lacking, but there was no rush. Progress can be gradual.

Meng Chuan was practicing enthusiastically when he heard a soft voice behind him, greeting:

"Hi, Junior Brother, could you give me a hand later?"

Turning his head, he noticed the tightly fitted purple yoga pants catching his eye.

Meng Chuan's gaze moved up, seeing those distinctive wolven eyes, realizing it was Luo Meng's student, Chen Jingyi.

"Sure, Sister Chen, it would be impolite to refuse."

...

That night.

Huayun Prefecture Building A, Room 003.

Luo Guanyun stood with his arms crossed, waiting for his disciple in the Martial Arts Chamber.

The door lock made a soft knock, and he exhaled through his nose, slowly spreading an inexplicable heavy aura throughout the room.

When Meng Chuan entered, he found himself struggling to move due to this invisible pressure.

At the same time, a scene of desolation after a thunderstorm flashed in his mind.

This was the "Qi" among the Three Blossoms of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, representing martial arts will and momentum, containing both the innate valor of boiling blood and the decisive slaughter honed from worldly tempering.

Luo Guanyun merely slightly stimulated it, yet the momentum echoed and filled the entire room like a mountain and sea roaring.

Being a Grandmaster, his "Qi" had already reached its limit, this was just a small feat.

Wanting to attempt progressing to the realm of a Venerable, one aspect was to use momentum as a bridge to cross to the other side, reaching the state of Celestial and Human Unity.

If taking the Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill as an example, it means using mortal martial arts to rob the powers of heavenly tribulation!

Regrettably, achieving it in this life is exceedingly challenging for him.

In his spiritual platform, the Thunder Seed and the grievance collective remain an unstable ticking bomb.

Even switching to other cultivation techniques is influenced by it, rendering further progress impossible.

Seeing his disciple arriving, Luo Guanyun refocused his mind.

Standing there with his hands behind his back, he concentrated his aura and pressed it towards Meng Chuan again, speaking calmly:

"Give your all with your hard skills, and try to counteract."

Meng Chuan's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Alright."

With that, Meng Chuan's presence suddenly expanded, its proportion small, but like a young tiger revealing its first fangs.

His all-out stimulation of his physical overdrive and the white mist was easily blown away by Master Luo's momentum.

Luo Guanyun felt Meng Chuan's power, a different expression passing over his face.

"Good, reached the ninth gate? Solid progress!"

He didn't expect Meng Chuan to advance so quickly, truly worthy to be his direct disciple.

Click.

Luo Guanyun extended a hand, his force between the push of his palms became heavier by a few degrees.

The pressure around Meng Chuan surged, the entwined muscles making a "creaking" sound as if pressed.

It was as if there were some invisible substance in the air twisting him flat or round.

Meanwhile, his lower body faced equally daunting conditions.

The kneecaps, bearing unbearable weight, emitted a grinding noise that made one's teeth ache.

Meng Chuan's throat moved, yet it seemed like the air was being compressed into liquid mercury, each breath felt like swallowing razors.

Pressure reaching its limit leads either to destruction or rebirth.