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

Xu Qingfeng heard the news and indeed felt "overjoyed beyond measure," as he began rolling over on his dorm bed.

With all sorts of reasons at play, the competition for the Grandmaster Class is too fierce this year; he thought he had it in the bag.

But a Nine Gate genius is coming to the Yong'an Campus, and the admission quota for the Grandmaster Class this year has also been reduced.

Such true or false rumors made him more and more anxious as he heard them.

"Meng Senior, I hope you can take good care of me in the future. If you don't mind, I wish to pledge my allegiance..."

Even before Xu Qingfeng could finish, Meng Chuan directly hung up the phone, feeling that listening to Xu Qingfeng rambling was simply a waste of time.

After informing Meng Yiyi and Principal Zong about the no-exam exemption, he waited for the people close to him.

Meng Chuan decided to try the mental visualization method he learned today.

Principal Yang Huan explained it in straightforward terms, and he understood it quite well.

With his mind immersed in his spirit, the transitions of the Yaksha Sea Exploration technique played on a loop in his mind like a movie.

The next moment.

As the figure in his mind became increasingly vivid, Meng Chuan focused even more on visualizing the details of the technique.

The figure's back silhouette alone stood as majestic as a towering mountain.

In a daze, Meng Chuan seemed to have arrived in a time of war and chaos.

His figure followed that bright red robe ahead, standing at the forefront of the battle array.

The smoke of battle boiled around him as Meng Chuan followed the unmatched warriors of the Qi Family Army along the narrow shoreline to resist the Japanese invaders.

Thin ice formed along the riverbank, while the warhorses shook their heads and neighed. The heads of Japanese invaders crowded as far as the eye could see at the boats landed ashore.

The next moment, the armies on both sides began their assault, the large flag with "Huo" character soared high under the sunset, and the setting sun resembled blood.

"Kill!"

Meng Chuan tightly followed the main force, charging from the shore into the shallows, then maneuvered to flank.

Enlightenment came amidst life and death; the [Qi Jiguang Thirty-two Form Long Fist] was unparalleled in battle, not just the Yaksha Sea Exploration move, but the entire martial art seemed to engrave upon his heart.

Meng Chuan transitioned from initial clumsiness to become agile and natural.

Every move in the entire fist sequence was a lethal skill, and as the battle continued, countless souls lamented under Meng Chuan's fists.

Chill penetrated his marrow as a strange mist gradually rose.

Meng Chuan dove into the fray, not knowing whether the wetness on him was blood or tears.

A long spear came thrusting from behind, he twisted his body to block, raising his left arm to expose the enemy's opening, delivering a heavy chop with his right palm on the enemy's vertebra.

"Crack."

With his fist's momentum, Meng Chuan charged into the crowd, opening flanks with both hands, blasting the guts of two Japanese invaders, spilling red and white matter all over.

After charging in and out three times, the last enemy commander had his face forcibly smashed through. Meng Chuan spun and stood, blood and flesh slathering the riverbank.

The mighty river rolled on, the fog grew thicker, making it harder for Meng Chuan to distinguish between friend and foe, until no one was left in sight.

At that moment of bewilderment, a sensation of time travel sprung up within him.

In the next instant, the vast land before him was engulfed by darkness, the piercing spiritual pain pulled him back to reality.

Meng Chuan's senses returned, his head swelling with a terrible ache.

"Principal Yang didn't mention this mental visualization would have such a grand spectacle..."

After a while, he gradually pulled himself together.

Everything he just experienced, was exactly as Principal Yang described, the spiritual imagery brought by the [Qi Jiguang Thirty-two Form Long Fist].

But the benefits were certainly substantial; to portray a tiger is best when you experience it firsthand.

Meng Chuan felt that he had indeed truly mastered the Yaksha Sea Exploration move.

However, during his current qi consumption, due to the depletion of his spiritual power, he was unable to try it out.

"There are thirty-two variations within the fist; I seek one profound technique alone."

He looked within his mind and found no new fist techniques recorded on the interface.

Meng Chuan lamented internally; that thickening mist from moments ago should have been a sign of his spiritual power running dry.

"If only my spiritual power were a bit stronger, allowing me to stay longer, perhaps I could truly comprehend the entire set of moves, alas..."

The entire fist set is precisely the top-grade Xingyi Sect ancient martial arts fist skill.

If he could reach an epiphany and the proficiency surged, it would indeed be an enormous gain.

He wondered if there would be another chance to return to that battlefield once his spiritual power was restored.

It would be quite challenging to return since this experience deviated significantly from what Principal Yang had described, or perhaps it was a different kind of epiphany.

But at this moment, the entire set of the Qi Family Long Fist routines was imprinted in his mind, requiring only diligent practice.

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"During the upcoming Taihang battle, I should try practicing this fist technique against weaker opponents."

This imagery also imparted a lesson to him:

"Such ancient martial arts fist skills are best mastered through practice, just like the smoke-filled riverbank battlefield."

Returning to his senses, Meng Chuan realized his weaknesses were becoming more pressing.

The deficiency in spiritual power wasn't evident when he first came into contact with martial arts.

But now, at his current level, Meng Chuan found his spiritual power increasingly vital, and a sense of crisis gradually rose in his heart.

"The sooner this problem gets resolved, the better, lest it becomes a major hindrance."

Meng Chuan wasn't flustered; just as he had discussed with Master Luo that night, the [Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill] was his [elixir].

After contemplating, he crossed his legs and began practicing Dragon Sitting Meditation.

Once his spirit settled a bit, Meng Chuan seized the momentum, leapt out the window, and began practicing the Qi Jiguang Long Fist on the spot.

Experience proved that once witnessed, it wouldn't be forgotten by the mental imagery.

Many fist moves lost their details after retreating, but Meng Chuan could still supplement them roughly by relying on his own martial logic.

The movements, though clumsy, were impressive enough to captivate!

Conjured Japanese invaders astride horses stood before him, the green-maned horse raised its hooves high.

Meng Chuan stepped forward straightaway, leaping high with a blaze, making him conspicuous in the night.

The heart fire qi flowed smoothly, and the momentum of his fists gradually engulfed him.

Boom——!

Yaksha Sea Exploration!

The surging red tide was like thunder on flat ground, and within the light and shadow, Meng Chuan's face showed joy.

"It's done!"

Taking advantage of his still abundant spiritual power, Meng Chuan continued to practice.

Around him, the red light surrounded, and the Heart Fire Fist momentum was like indestructible wild grass, growing wantonly in the darkness.

Time passed by, unknowingly over an hour went by.

In the distance, Luo Guanyun, who had returned long ago, kept watching his disciple "dance in the night".

"This child Chuan'er truly has talent; the mimicry I mentioned, he was able to understand it that very night.

Alas... Should I really teach him the Thunder Skill?"

The mimicry of fist techniques is now rarely learned, yet it was once a well-known training method.

Even the talented need to practice diligently, taking advantage of the right time, place, and people, and relying on luck to have a chance to succeed.

A single success, even if struck by fortune, can only be achieved on the foundation of extraordinary comprehension.

Luo Guanyun continued to watch from afar, enjoying the sight of his disciple practicing fists.

He originally intended to have a deep conversation between master and disciple tonight, as Principal Yang suggested.

But seeing this scene before him, his resolved heart wavered again.

"Let's wait... Chuan'er is about to compete soon; let's not let this matter distract him. After he returns... we'll talk later."

Meng Chuan is practicing with Thunder Hand movement, the fist posture is meticulous, truly resembling himself when he was young.

As he watched, Luo Guanyun smiled with a motherly warmth.

Though he used to be a hard-hearted person, now he seemed a little indecisive...

This is also a good thing, as from his contact with Meng Chuan till now, generally speaking, his family is harmonious and joyful, and he is quite satisfied.

Luo Guanyun thought to himself: "I just hope he is not a fleeting star, but rather lasts from dawn till dusk."

In the distance, since the spiritual power couldn't maintain the Qi Eating Skill, but Meng Chuan was enjoying the practice, he immediately switched to the Second-tier Metal [Kongtong Long Fist].

Second-tier fist techniques don't require Qi; relying on his strong physique, Meng Chuan had the strength to continue practicing for another two hours nonstop.

Luo Guanyun, from afar, also watched his disciple's performance like a sculpture in the dark night.

"Phew... that felt good."

A prompt in his mind interrupted him, only then realizing it was already one in the morning.

Stopping his movements, Meng Chuan looked at the panel.

[Kongtong Long Fist: Beginner (89%) → Proficient (8%)]

This fist technique, which he rarely practiced, had already broken through the First Realm in just these two short hours.

"Hmm... While I was practicing, I had many new ideas that merged into my training.

Sure enough, advancing my martial principles also improves the efficiency of my grinding proficiency."

Meng Chuan nodded inwardly, knowing that the root of everything he possessed now was his persistence and the various traits brought by the Limit Breaking.

Therefore, the importance of martial principles needs no further emphasis.

Meng Chuan even had the idea of becoming an [academic martial artist] in the future.

When it came time for action, he would dramatically take off his lab coat.

"Even Professor Meng's fists aren't to be underestimated."

While daydreaming, Meng Chuan was about to go back to sleep when he noticed his master silently standing behind him.

"You executed that Long Fist quite well, who taught you?"

"Teacher Lu Zhuxiao from United University. Master, why aren't you asleep at this late hour?"

Meng Chuan asked puzzled.

Luo Guanyun laughed:

"I was criticized by your [Grandmaster] and couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk."

Meng Chuan blushed; even though Principal Yang looked young, he was actually past his fifth major life threshold, over a hundred years old.

The two also shared some teacher-student relations, making it hard to find fault with him disciplining his master.

Luo Guanyun continued:

"Alright, you go back to sleep; I'll also go to bed early.

Tomorrow, I plan to get up early to practice that Qi Nourishing Armor Technique. You should also get up early to see if my movements in absorbing Purple Qi are correct."

"Okay!"

Meng Chuan was delighted; Master finally "came around"!

...

Three days later.

Meng Chuan pushed up the frame of his sunglasses on his nose and said with a smile:

"Master, seeing the people of Wu'an, it seems like everyone has some martial arts skill."

Luo Guanyun nodded, the sunglasses reflecting sunlight.

"Of course, Chuan'er, you should know that the Ji Region was historically called [Zhili], directly subordinate to the central government.

Since ancient times, it has been a crucial point in the Guan Central Plains, frequently battling, naturally fostering a strong martial atmosphere.

Now, with Demon Nests spread across the Taihang Mountains, troops and branches of Martial Arts Universities stationed around extensively, this place's martial culture thrives even more."

Wu'an City is located in the southernmost part of the Ji Region, on the eastern slope of the southern section of the Taihang Mountain Range, with a terrain shaped like a three-tiered step, surrounded by peaks and valleys forming a geothermal trend.

In July, the sunlight in Wu'an City had already started to become intense, so the master and disciple both wore sunglasses to shield from the sun.

Half an hour ago, they had just arrived at the nearby [Ma Tou Airport].

Then Luo Guanyun got the urge to take Meng Chuan on a flight.

They flew directly outside Wu'an City and only saw this scene after landing.

Meng Chuan had a good feeling about the flight just now, aside from feeling a bit dizzy, everything else went smoothly.