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

Next, he continued to practice his fists to assimilate the surge of Qi and blood.

It took over an hour of practice before he calmed down.

Since attaining Perfection in the Armor Skill, his ability to control his body had already far surpassed the past.

The reason for this could only be the too fierce growth of Qi and blood, which the body couldn't handle all at once.

He felt the surging Qi and blood in his meridians like a rushing river, occupying nearly half or more.

"The limit of my meridians' tolerance is about 700 Qi and Blood points. It seems now my Qi and Blood Value is nearly 400 points."

Before coming to Taihang, the last time Meng Chuan measured his Qi and Blood Value was 298 points.

Recently, it had slightly improved to just over 300 points.

This advancement in his Fist Skill increased at least eighty or ninety points!

This is the prowess of the Five Elements Qiankun Fist, revered as the uncrowned king among the hundred Xingyi punches.

Not only does it contend with the [Dragon Force] of the Five Elements Fist Stance, but its effect on boosting Qi and blood is also unparalleled.

After practicing the fist several more times and fully mastering the newly acquired immense power, Meng Chuan directly leaped from the rooftop.

During the descent, Meng Chuan took two steps on the Cloud-Ascending Ladder to ease the fall, and at the moment of touching down, he lightly tapped with his toe, landing silently.

He originally wanted to test if he could withstand a direct fall, but changed his mind upon consideration that if he made a dent, he'd have to pay for it...

Speaking of money, Meng Chuan happened to receive a call from the "God of Wealth."

On the other end, the voice of Master Shen, the chief in charge of the Northern Lands of the boundless sea, came through:

[Xiaomeng, yesterday's performance was really impressive. The first installment from our wager has been transferred, two million, please check it.]

[Alright, thank you to the company, thank you, Grandmaster Shen!]

Immediately after, Shen Shuo continued:

[Send me your home address via text message in a moment; I'll mail your promised rewards to you.

Have you heard of a potion called "Gold Muscle Jade Dew"? We have extracted its core essence, mixed with the pure essence from solid upper-rank Celestial Demons' relics, to create a new potion.

This potion is completely natural, with no chemical additives. It has undergone extensive testing, and with your physical strength, it is 100% safe, so rest assured.]

[I have used Gold Muscle Jade Dew before, thank you, Grandmaster Shen, I will send the address to you shortly!]

Meng Chuan certainly knew about Gold Muscle Jade Dew, having redeemed it before from the honorary armory of the police department, where it had an excellent effect.

Meng Chuan was very much looking forward to the enhanced effect of its core essence combined with the essence of the Celestial Demon!

Shen Shuo, knowing Meng Chuan was guessing its effect, lightly smiled and said:

[This potion hasn't been named yet, but its effects have been thoroughly researched. Mainly, on top of the effects of Gold Muscle Jade Dew, it can stimulate secondary physical development.

However, the specific effects differ from person to person. You'll find out when you try it.

This vial hasn't been priced by the company, but estimating from the costs, it's likely not to fall below eight figures. After using it, you have to give me detailed feedback on its effects, I have indeed taken a big initiative in this.]

If it can promote secondary development, it is indeed not cheap at tens of millions.

Since the other party is giving him such a valuable item, Meng Chuan couldn't help but express his gratitude repeatedly.

[Alright, my ears have gotten calluses from your thanks. The better you perform, the more benefits I, as your contract guarantor, get.

Work hard, and if you can reach the top in Shanghai and sign a "Dawn Departure" level martial arts pre-contract, you'll find out this is the real bargain.]

[Understood.]

Ending the call, Meng Chuan was filled with anticipation for the future.

...

Meng Chuan walked towards his room, preparing to take a shower and attend the celebratory banquet.

Meanwhile, he swiftly transferred thirty million to his master.

The Cyan Netherworld duo master would spend fifteen million on him again, plus the purchase of True Martial, the expenses were too high.

He's not a miser nor an ungrateful person.

Now that he had money in his pocket, he naturally had to help ease his master's burden.

He also transferred five hundred thousand to his aunt to help with household expenses, and just like that, his bank card was left with only eight million.

Meanwhile, Luo Guanyun immediately called when he saw his disciple transfer the money.

Meng Chuan explained:

[Master, the money I kept is enough. Apart from going back to Yong'an to deal with Brother Gang's expenses, everything else needed for martial arts practice is all in place, enough to last until I advance in martial arts.]

Luo Guanyun was about to transfer the money back but thought of how his disciple used to be unwilling to accept his money and often pulled around for ages.

If he did that now, wouldn't it be like reverting back to his old ways...

Finally, Luo Guanyun advised:

[Alright, tell me if you need money, I'll keep it safe for now.]

Subsequently, after taking a shower, Meng Chuan went to find his master to get ready to depart.

Upon seeing his disciple, Luo Guanyun could feel from afar that Meng Chuan's aura far exceeded the past.

"Master Luo, my Five Elements Fist has reached great success."

After saying this, Meng Chuan extended his fist casually towards the sky, sounding like a thunderclap in open land.

Luo Guanyun observed his posture and strength, nodding and smiling:

"Nearly four hundred points of Qi and blood, good lad, planning to break through to a Martial Arts Family this year?"

Having such an excellent disciple indeed brought honor to the master.

Everyone in his martial arts circle knew that Luo Guanyun had a "formidable" direct disciple.

"I happen to have a similar query, Master Luo, my meridians seem to be much stronger than ordinary people's.

Currently, my Qi and blood amount just exceeds half of the meridians. I don't know whether it's better to reach Perfection or attempt Realm Breakthrough at over five hundred points."

Meng Chuan happened to raise a previous query.

Luo Guanyun slightly frowned, what new idea is his disciple coming up with...

The limit of a Martial Artist's Qi and Blood Value is roughly close to six hundred points.

It seems Meng Chuan's meaning is that it might exceed that considerably...

"Let's attend the banquet first, then we'll go back to Yong'an, and the master will carefully study it for you.

This matter concerns the foundation of Martial Arts. When you return, ask your [master]. It's not too late to make a judgment then."

The third eye on Yang Huan's forehead is particularly formidable. It might be able to discern the key points within.

Meng Chuan nodded in understanding; he still had a distance to cover before reaching five hundred Qi Blood. There's no need to rush.

Sustaining his Heart Spirit, he followed his master to the banquet.

...

In the center of Wu'an, at the Sihai Lake Banquet.

"... Someday, we shall sweep away the demons of Taihang!"

"Bravo!"

After Meng Chuan, as the champion, went on stage to give a speech, he stepped down and took his seat. He had already become the absolute focal point of the banquet.

Except for Zheng Chengcheng, who left with her grandmother, the remaining nine representing the Northern Lands in the battle for Shanghai, along with their families and elders, gathered together.

Additionally, there were high-ranking officials from Wu'an and various prominent figures and their families from all walks of life.

From time to time, people cast inquisitive glances, curious about the legendary [First of the Northern Lands]. Could he really have three heads, six arms, and a steel spear...

"God Meng! I'm a die-hard fan! Can we take a photo together?"

"Xiaomeng, my child is also of the age to start practicing martial arts. Could we add each other as friends?"

Strangers would occasionally come up to greet him, wanting his contact info.

Meng Chuan felt too embarrassed to refuse, so he added each one.

He was in such a flurry that he hadn't even had a chance to eat a warm meal.

Sitting next to him was the third seed, the monk Jue Ming.

He looked at him with great sympathy, clasped his hands together, and said:

"Amitabha, I never expected that being first would come with such troubles. It's fortunate for this monk that I'm not..."

...

A moment later, the world finally quieted down.

Meng Chuan was truly exhausted, dripping with sweat, feeling more tired than when he faced Zheng Chengcheng in the finals.

After having some food, the table, filled with young people, soon lit up with lively chatter.

Jue Ming approached when Meng Chuan had a moment, saying:

"This monk also wishes to add you as a friend, even though Donor Meng practices the hard skills of the Daoist School, it does not matter.

We are all from the horizontal practice sect, it's nice to exchange ideas and spar occasionally."

"Sure."

Meng Chuan was so used to adding people that it didn't matter to add one more.

"With Donor Meng's exceptional body refinement talent, would you consider coming to our Shaolin?

In the Great Chu, when it comes to martial arts of hard skills, our Shaolin is undoubtedly first!"

Jue Ming also rose a thought of forming a connection, having learned from a brief conversation earlier that Meng Chuan had also perfected the Iron Cloth Shirt.

Plus, with a perfected level of first-rate hard skills from the Daoist School, no wonder he could withstand that rain of swords. Truly, a horizontal practice prodigy.

Meng Chuan's talent in hard skills was too prominent; Jue Ming felt reluctant to see him squander it outside.

He repeatedly persuaded, sincerely wanting him to [embrace the Buddhist Sect].

Meng Chuan was very cautious, becoming a monk was absolutely impossible.

Not because he still held onto worldly desires, but because becoming a monk would render the Doma Iron Crotch Skill practiced in vain...

Such wastefulness was not in Meng Chuan's character.

After much back and forth, seeing Meng Chuan's resolute stance, Jue Ming had to give up regretfully.

"If Donor Meng is unwilling, so be it. You may visit Shaolin sometime, and this monk will host you."

"Sure."

Meng Chuan nodded.

The horizontal practice methods of Shaolin are extensive and profound. Should the Daoist School not have the core hard skill qualities he seeks,

he might still rely on Jue Ming as a bridge to make a trip to Shaolin in the future.

As the banquet neared its end, officials gathered around the strong figure, stepping into the banquet hall.

Instantly, the atmosphere of the entire room was suppressed by this person.

It was the Guardian of the Northern Lands, [Celestial Bear Shaking Mountains·Lu Ang].

Even dressed in a formal suit, his overwhelming presence was undeniable.

Lu Ang stood on the stage, and after the crowd quieted, he began with a smile:

"The first purpose of today's gathering is to let everyone get to know our Northern Lands talents, so it's easier to help each other in the future.

Secondly, I wish to encourage these young talents to bring glory to our Northern Lands in Shanghai at year's end."

This was the second time Meng Chuan saw the Guardian of the Northern Lands, and indeed, his words and deeds had the Northern style.

Even the phrase "to help each other" came naturally, straightforward and forthright, without beating around the bush.

While Meng Chuan was still daydreaming, Lu Ang continued:

"If any of you can win the championship for the Northern Lands, while not violating my principles, I can agree to one promise."

The audience gasped, hardly believing that Lu Ang said this.

A favor from the Celestial King, it's value beyond monetary estimation, especially since he is the Guardian of the Northern Lands.

"Donor Meng, this monk feels you already have victory in your hands."

Jue Ming could sense that Meng Chuan's strength had further increased since the competition.

His Qi and Blood had significantly strengthened, perceived to be not much worse than his own; his Fist Skill probably advanced as well.

Jue Ming felt helpless internally.

Truly overwhelming, he couldn't win from the start, and now with the gap in Qi Blood closed, he's likely to be overwhelmingly defeated...

Meng Chuan smiled and said:

"Young Master Jue Ming is exaggerating. The Great Chu is filled with talent. I dare not be complacent."