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

Jueming closed his eyes, appearing compassionate, and rubbed the gilded Buddha beads hanging around his neck with his hands clasped.

"Seeing Donor Zheng in such a state now, this monk feels only sadness.

Our Ancestor Master Bodhidharma from Shaolin faced the wall for nine years, precisely to break the textual barriers of your scriptures and Buddhist ceremonies.

But Yanhua has been building the Golden Dojo in recent years; does he still remember '[All forms are but illusory]?' "

Zheng Chengcheng's luxurious attire moved without wind, with subtle radiant light fluctuating around her, and she had a gleam of gold in her eyes.

"Do you know my Yanhua's doctrine of becoming a Buddha in this lifetime? Such demeaning of physical appearance cultivation, isn't it akin to learning from those Celestial Demons, extinguishing all earthly incense?"

With this accusation, Jueming suddenly opened his eyes wide, resembling the angry-eyed Arhat.

"This monk only knows what the '[Diamond Sutra]' says, live without abiding in anything, and let the mind flourish."

Accompanied by muscles swelling around his body, '[The Ananda Golden Body]' fully activated, from head to toe, seemingly draped in a dazzling golden light, behind Jueming emerged a vague phantom of an Arhat.

"Disrespectful, the Zen heart in you has become an obstacle. Donor Zheng's obsession with the golden jade dojo, how does it differ from those in the Demon Nest with their '[greed, anger, delusion]?' "

In the next moment, Zheng Chengcheng had already vanished from her original spot.

Then, a grand voice came from above Jueming's head.

"Chanting sutras, meditating, yet how many truly have a heart as calm as still water?

Let me see the skills this sharp-tongued little monk has under his hands!"

As the words fell, a burst of exclamations erupted from the audience.

Jueming the monk's head was adorned with golden smoke, and from within the mist a mighty dragon's head stretched out, with Zheng Chengcheng standing upon it.

Since the Supernova tournament began, Zheng Chengcheng revealed her fist style for the first time!

The dragon head floated amidst the clouds and mist, its cheek scales opening and closing, with its mighty dragon whiskers dancing in the wind, vividly lifelike.

Below the stage, Meng Chuan squinted as he inspected, knowing in his heart.

"This dragon is merely a '[fake dragon]' condensed from her Buddha's Will to Cross the Dragon fist style, yet... this level is somewhat exaggerated."

Meng Chuan compared in his heart, his best technique is the Five Forms of Heart Fire style.

Even pushed to the limit, it at most envelops his body like a blazing flame, providing self-inflicted damage augmentation.

Far inferior to the opponent's, this '[Clouds and Mist Surrounding the Yellow Dragon]' scene.

Luo Guanyun saw differently from Meng Chuan, his realm obviously higher, more concerned with the Zen teachings spoken between the two.

"Chuan'er, although you don't cultivate the Buddhist sect's methods, listening to this Buddhist debate can still be beneficial."

Meanwhile, the scene on stage became even more exaggerated, completely unlike what a Martial Artist could do, indeed a spectacle of Vajra battling the Yellow Dragon.

The Buddhist sect's Vajra displayed anger, accompanied by resonant chanting, dazzling Buddhist light shimmering around!

And that Yellow Dragon was even more imposing, riding the clouds, proud claws extending!

Hearing Master Luo's words, Meng Chuan nodded, studying the battle between the two.

"I really couldn't understand just now, please instruct me, Master."

Luo Guanyun pondered for a moment, then slowly explained:

"Word by word explanation, frankly, Master doesn't fully understand either.

But in summary, according to Master's understanding, it's another simple and understandable Buddhist aphorism:

'No matter the matter or substance, it's not about right or wrong, beauty or ugliness, nor strength or defeat, all are destinies woven by opportunities and coincidences.' "

"Destiny..."

After hearing this, Meng Chuan seemed to understand, yet also seemed unclear.

Luo Guanyun patted his shoulder with a smile and said:

"No need to be attached to these things, you're still young; you'll naturally comprehend them when the time comes."

Perhaps thinking of himself, watching the sect rivalry on stage, then seeing the light in his apprentice's eyes, his heart filled with infinite emotion.

"The world is full of talents like carps crossing the river; will I, Luo Guanyun, drown because of this?"

"Then I will change all of this!"

He was once renowned across the world with '[Martial Extreme True Inheritance]'!

Thinking of the tortoiseshell at home, Luo Guanyun calmed his mind again.

"I can create Luo's Eight Extremes, Thunder Scattering Hands. Now at Grandmaster level, why can't I personally resolve the flaws of Primordial Spirit Thunder Method, and only seek help from my apprentice?"

At this moment, Luo Guanyun seemed to regain some of his '[fighting spirit]' from his youth.

Meng Chuan's eyes shone brightly watching the stage, and Luo Guanyun was equally full of hope.

All of this, because of the interwoven destinies of the two, thus the future is promising...

...

On the following afternoon, Meng Chuan performed normally, defeating an opponent from the Central Military Academy.

Then set to meet Zheng Chengcheng at ten in the morning for the finals.

The previous day on the arena, Jueming displayed his previously unseen Vajra power.

But ultimately succumbed to Zheng Chengcheng's Yellow Dragon style, thus defeated.

After his defeat, Jueming's expression was downcast; one could not guess what was in his mind.

But from Meng Chuan's view, it's just a defeat, why must it be elevated to a sect rivalry?

What should a mixed-style practitioner like myself do? It's just a simple martial arts contest, no need to make it a matter of great principle.

Regaining his mind, Meng Chuan faced Master Luo's attack, ready and prepared.

After the match, he didn't halt, leaving directly with his master.

Then secured the whole day of practice time in a nearby Martial Arts Dojo.

The dojo owner, seeing it's the Martial Arts Grandmaster, and the reigning champion borrowing the venue, astonishingly waived the fee.

Only requesting the chance for himself and the dojo's students to watch how the two practiced martial arts.

Luo Guanyun finally agreed to one person watching; too many people would affect the apprentice's training.

"Understood!"

The Martial Arts Family owner wasn't displeased.

In his heart, thinking if he could learn some teaching essence from the Grandmaster, that would be worthwhile.

...

In the Martial Arts Dojo, Luo Guanyun stands with his hands behind his back.

"First and foremost, as the old saying goes, don't be reckless tomorrow.

That Zheng Chengcheng can injure the little monk, naturally, she can injure you too.

Next, I will use a bit of true energy to simulate her momentum; you primarily need to learn how to battle such a massive force."

"Understood, let's do this, Master!"

Meng Chuan nodded, mulling over it in his heart.

In his ultimate vision, his form could transform as vast as the ocean and as towering as the Kunlun Mountains.

By then, confronting creatures like dragons and phoenixes would be like a father disciplining a son, lowering his head and firmly striking.

But now it's still too early, and he has yet to reach such a realm.

Therefore, he still needs to learn the combat skills as Master Luo described.

Come back to senses and see Luo Guanyun summon with one hand, producing an exquisite essence of true energy.

Amidst the subtle dust, a half-transparent tornado appears out of thin air.

The fierce wind envelops the entire Martial Arts Dojo in an instant, and from the center of that giant tornado, a majestic dragon body quietly emerges.

"If you're ready, then go ahead."

Meng Chuan focuses his mind, hearing Master Luo's voice emanating from the dragon's mouth, causing the surrounding air to buzz.

The dragon's body lowers its head to overlook, and Meng Chuan senses the immense pressure of that massive gaze, his form and spirit poised, ready to engage...

...

At night, Meng Chuan spent the afternoon training with Master Luo and returned to the hotel, hearing Meng Yiyi mention that his phone was bombarded with calls.

Meng Chuan first called his uncle back, and after two long beeps, Meng Yongzhi answered.

"Chuan'er, you're a star now! The reporters in Yong'an pulled me for interviews all afternoon and it exhausted me."

Meng Yongzhi was extremely excited, having never received such treatment before.

Xue Na grabbed the phone and said:

"Chuan'er, many people claim to be your fans; they're all crowded at our neighborhood entrance and won't leave.

Some have even set up tents, insisting on waiting for you to return..."

Meng Chuan was initially somewhat fatigued; confronting the "Dragon Force" with Master earlier was exceedingly tiring.

But hearing Xue Na's words instantly lifted his spirits.

His "fans' " behavior seemed a bit overly fervent...

He thought for a moment and said:

"Let uncle contact Chief Long first to disperse the surrounding crowd and ensure you elders and the neighbors can live normally.

I'll post a related statement on short video platforms to calm everyone down."

Yesterday, with the help of Hanhai Company, Meng Chuan set up his personal account on the "Douyin" platform.

In just less than a day, his follower count skyrocketed instantly.

With Hanhai Company's aggressive traffic purchases and his personal attraction, it soared to over two hundred thousand, continuing to increase by the moment.

He thought about it and decided not to show his face, opting to post a text statement instead.

Within minutes, the statement garnered over fifty thousand likes, and countless private messages were popping up in the background.

Many fans were asking if he truly possesses the "Steel Spear"...

There were also numerous advertisers seeking custom ads, the prices ranging from tens of thousands.

Meng Chuan didn't reply to any, directly logging out of the account, and the world instantly quieted.

He still didn't want to do the "harvest the leeks" thing; competition prizes were sufficient.

Should he eventually need money, he'd then have Hanhai Company assist in selecting genuine, high-quality ads.

As for whether his popularity would "cool down" leaving him without ads, Meng Chuan wasn't worried.

He firmly believed that not only the "Supernova Tournament", but in any martial arts competition in the future, he would continue to win...

...

Finally.

Meng Chuan sent a message in the small group with Meng Jiaolong, Xu Qingfeng, and others, extending his happiness.

Everyone congratulated Meng Chuan and cheered him on for making it to the final stages.

Zheng Zhenzhen, the girl, also sent a message, revealing the complete data on her brother Zheng Chengcheng's strength...

"Meng Chuan, you really need to be cautious about my brother's fist momentum; don't confront it directly with your body.

I checked the internal data of Yanhua, his 'Buddha's Will to Cross the Dragon momentum' not only possesses great destructive power but also affects the heart spirit."

Meng Chuan solemnly thanked:

"Don't worry, I'll be careful."

After hanging up the call, Yu Chengguang, the manager from Hanhai, knocked and entered.

"Xiaomeng, pardon the interruption. Our Northern Lands chief from Hanhai, 'Five-Colored Xuan King Shen Shuo' Mr. Shen, Grandmaster Shen, wants to have a video chat with you."

"Alright."

Meng Chuan felt a surge in his heart, given Shen was a Martial Arts Grandmaster level expert, and with the twenty million not yet received, it was natural to cooperate.

Yu Chengguang opened the phone for him, and Meng Chuan looked at the video screen.

Shen Shuo stood firmly clad in Martial Arts Uniform, sweating as if practicing stance training.

He looked at Meng Chuan, smiling faintly:

"Hello Meng Chuan, this is our first meeting, but prior to this, I've watched all your matches. It was me who insisted on signing this bet-agreement with you."

Meng Chuan hurriedly thanked, expressing gratitude for the good national policies and the company's appreciation of talented individuals...

"Haha, no need for these empty words; just keep winning, defeat that Zheng Chengcheng, and I'll apply for an additional reward from the company for you.

I can see you enjoy practicing hard skills and possess a talent for horizontal training; this reward is one you'll certainly like."