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

Zhao Shousui couldn't help but curse.

He had never seen such a massive Dragon Magic...

Even when his cultivation technique hadn't fully matured before, the Dragon Magic wasn't this robust.

When the Dragon Magic returned to the Middle Dantian to recuperate, it needed to start the Dragon Capturing Skill's pounding to assist its tempering.

At that time, its size would gradually shrink, and later continue to navigate the meridians, condensing again and growing bigger.

In this way, the human body is like a devious merchant, repeatedly tempering the Dragon Magic, extracting dragon energy from it for itself.

The Dragon Magic inside Meng Chuan is so robust that the difficulty of practicing the cultivation technique exceeds that of ordinary people...

"The reason the Dragon Magic is so strong is completely unrelated to the multiple Hard Skills you forged your body with.

It's entirely due to innate essence far surpassing ordinary people, leading to this resultant effect.

Continue refining it, let it eat until full..."

Later, when Meng Chuan was imagining, Zhao Shousui briefly explained the whole process of the devious merchant's exploitation to him, pointing out the key aspects.

After another fifteen minutes, Meng Chuan opened his eyes with a look of joy.

"The Dragon Magic has returned! But... my Middle Dantian is a bit too full..."

In his introspection and imagination, the Dragon Magic was like a donut, coiled into a large mass, occupying the entire Middle Dantian.

Even outside the Middle Dantian, there was some black energy dissipating, resembling the tail of the Dragon Magic hanging outside...

Even Elder Zhao was seeing such a situation for the first time. After a moment's reflection, he said:

"The Dragon Magic's size is exaggerated, although your subsequent cultivation will be much slower than ordinary people.

...But it's also considered a good thing, when fully matured, the effect can be unprecedented.

Like your mentor, with innate essence deficiency, even after the Dragon Magic is full, it's still as thin as a pinky, you are much stronger than him."

"..."

Luo Guanyun couldn't help but nostalgically think of the long-unused Thunder Technique, wishing he could strike this old Taoist with a bolt...

Zhao Shousui again explored around Meng Chuan's body.

After confirming, he said seriously:

"Regulate your breath for a moment, once the Dragon Magic is completely calm, we'll start pounding with the Dragon Capturing Skill. Take this opportunity to practice the Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body."

"Okay, understood."

Meng Chuan was fully anticipating the effects of this Hard Skills technique.

The cultivation process was so mystical, additionally benefiting from the boost of his essence, it surely must meet his expectations.

During breath regulation, Zhao Shousui continued to paint a grand picture for him:

"Before your cultivation technique is fully matured, you and that Dragon Magic are in a state of mutual dependence.

Persist with pounding once every three to seven days, you'll gain the upper hand in this relationship.

Through extensive periods of repeated squeezing, ultimately achieving maturity in the technique will dismiss it.

At that time, not only will your muscles and bones be solid as a dragon, but you'll also gain an additional boost of divine power.

Combined with your perfection-level armored body, muscle and bones completely devoid of weaknesses, it'll surely be top-tier among your peers.

Even placed at our Wudang Mountain headquarters, it can rival the Purple Cloud Dragon."

Meng Chuan was moved by his words:

"I'm willing to come to Wudang, can you pay for my breach penalty?"

"...No money."

Elder Zhao felt regretful too.

Feeling that the Middle Dantian region within him had completely calmed down, Meng Chuan finished regulating his breath.

A thin layer of cyan light floated in Zhao Shousui's hand, he said:

"Let's start pounding, stand up, place your arms on your hips and stand firm."

Meng Chuan complied.

"Imagine your breath like a dragon inhaling water, maneuvering breathing techniques as described in the cultivation method, simultaneously enhancing introspection to continue imagining the Hidden Dragon Map."

With extensive experience in various other breathing techniques, aided by the One Proof Eternal Proof, he quickly mastered it.

Nurture this breath cycle from within, sinking into the Lower Dantian, then exhaling from the mouth and nose like serene clouds and mist.

"Come on."

"It's started; the Dragon Capturing Skill's pounding takes a long time, I'll also stimulate it with True Qi.

The whole process may last more than three hours, you must persevere."

"Understood, thank you, Grandmaster Zhao, for the pounding."

Meng Chuan was resolute, unwavering.

Zhao Shousui looked at Meng Chuan's determined eyes, said solemnly:

"This method is more complex than some True Skills, it's normal to find it hard to practice. Yet, its effects will be worth your hardships.

Before starting the pounding, I'll share a phrase with you, hoping you persist and achieve perfection in the future."

Zhao Shousui's voice echoed like a great bell, using the grandmaster's special technique, this phrase resonated energetically in Meng Chuan's mind, accompanying the pounding process—

Endlessly arising!

"The path is bitterly cold; only through countless trials can one attain divinity!"

Inside the chamber at this moment.

Only Meng Chuan's labored breathing could be heard, accompanied by the "bang, bang, bang" sounds of pounding, narrating this silent, relentless tempering.

Wang Ye's gaze began to change, every time his mentor pounded him, it felt like being tortured.

Every time he wanted to escape, he'd be pressed down by his mentor's large hand and beat.

Especially today, like Meng Chuan's first Dragon Capturing Skill pounding, embarrassingly, he almost soiled himself...

"No wonder they're called the Steel Spear King, truly a man..."

Wang Ye admired, feeling he should offer his treasured collection on his phone to him.

Thinking this, he suddenly exclaimed:

"Wait, logically speaking, today is the first time the Dragon Magic gets stimulated.

Meng Chuan will, with the pounding, release the most repressed desires in his heart.

"But look at this guy's demeanor, why is there no reaction?"

At this moment, Meng Chuan's face was flushed red.

His whole body was stretched tight like a bowstring, and as Zhao Shousui's palm fell, his spine undulated like the tide.

Meng Chuan could feel that Zhao Shousui's precision in his strikes was several notches above Brother Gang; each strike wasted no bit of energy.

The opponent's hand landed on Meng Chuan's back like a torrential rain, crackling and popping.

Each strike hit a crucial point with cyan True Qi delving in, bursting into dazzling cyan sparks upon contact with the black qi.

The fat dragon demon entrenched in the Middle Dantian let out an agonized roar as the black mist was forcibly struck out, releasing thin strands of pale green light.

That was the extracted essence of dragon energy.

As the pounding went on, the dragon demon's wails grew weaker, but the cyan light emitted became increasingly rich, flowing through the body's meridians.

At the same time.

Meng Chuan's Rainbow Light Body activation occurred, precisely triggered as he struggled to hold on.

While Zhao Shousui was pounding, he sensed an inexplicable force suddenly emerging within the opponent's body, rapidly repairing the damaged muscle body.

He couldn't help but ponder:

"This kid has an interesting trait, no wonder..."

But Zhao Shousui didn't dwell on it; as one of the few Hard Skills Grandmasters of Great Chu, he too possessed traits beneficial to Hard Skill cultivation.

Three hours flew by, and Zhao Shousui delivered his final palm strike to the tailbone, causing a burst of convulsions in Meng Chuan's Middle Dantian.

Zhao Shousui withdrew, standing steady, watching as Meng Chuan's entire body exhaled blue-black intertwined mist from his pores.

Under the illumination of the outside twilight, it formed a spiraling dragon-shaped smoke column, lingering long.

The dragon demon within Meng Chuan was now utterly dispirited, no longer with its once bloated form.

It now resembled a timid black loach, shrinking in the corner.

Zhao Shousui observed this scene, stroked his beard, and laughed heartily:

"It's done. Your dragon energy is extraordinarily abundant. In the next few days, intensify your punching practice and properly digest it.

In the future, the dragon demon will continue to nest in your body, absorbing nutrients to convert into dragon energy.

But remember, prioritize punching practice every day, observe when it gets fat again, and harvest it every three to seven days."

Meng Chuan dressed and responded:

"Understood."

"Once you absorb all the dragon energy this time, you'll be able to get started. Yet, your body's vigorous {Essence} leads to an overly powerful dragon demon.

This might slow your progression compared to others, but rest assured, every effort will turn into reward."

"Thank you, Grandmaster Zhao. I've noted it all."

With these words, Meng Chuan glanced at the panel in his mind.

Indeed, as Zhao Shousui mentioned, it still didn't show entry-level progress in the cultivation technique.

It's no big deal; just a matter of days. By then, the Limit Breaking trait of this technique will be "revealed."

...

After dinner, Zhao Shousui and Wang Ye had other matters and were ready to travel overnight back to Wudang Mountain.

Meng Chuan and Luo Guanyun weren't in a hurry; they decided to sleep at the hotel tonight and return to Yong'an the next day.

At parting, Zhao Shousui advised Meng Chuan:

"I almost forgot to remind you; you look like you're practicing multiple Hard Skills together, refining your body.

But don't combine Dragon Lock Body with other Hard Skills; don't apply any ointments at the end of the practice either. Let your body and bones slowly absorb the dragon energy to recover.

Observe tomorrow after waking; if the restoration isn't sufficient, affecting your other Hard Skill practices, then distribute your Hard Skill training time reasonably yourself.

But remember, no less than once every seven days for pounding, never less!"

"Understood. Grandmaster Zhao, Daoist Wang Ye, travel safely, see you in Shanghai at the year's end."

Meng Chuan waved goodbye to them.

"See you in Shanghai, then we'll have another match; I, Wang Ye, have never been weaker than others!"

Meng Chuan noticed that Daoist Wang Ye, flying in the sky, seemed much more resolute than before...

...

Meng Chuan returned to the hotel alone.

Tomorrow was the day to leave, and his master had gone for drinks with old friends.

Standing in the hotel's small Martial Arts Chamber.

Meng Chuan intended to practice punches, but his arms felt like tearing, excruciatingly painful with each move.

He recalled Grandmaster Zhao's advice against applying any external ointments.

After being fatigued all day, he sat to practice some advanced Dragon Sitting meditation and directly fell asleep.

At five the next morning, Meng Chuan's biological clock naturally woke him.

The first thing he did upon waking was check the panel; Dragon Lock Body had still not been recorded in the panel.

While stretching his arms and activating circulation, Meng Chuan thought:

"I can feel that the dragon energy attached to the muscles still needs several days to digest.

Once back in Yong'an, I'll ask Brother Gang to integrate Dragon Lock Body and redefine the pounding schedule.

But for now, it'll be quiet; once the body adjusts, I'll gradually bring back the original four-gate integrated pounding plan."

Meng Chuan leaned against the wall, sensing that his master in the adjacent room was snoring like thunder, then stood up and started practicing punches.

After a night's rest, thanks to his body's powerful recovery abilities, Meng Chuan was now able to practice Fist Skill.

In the Martial Arts Chamber, fists and feet moved like the wind.

He straightened his robes and calculated heaven and earth with a punch, ending with a set of Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain.

Meng Chuan performed a set of {Meng Clan Eight Extremes}, each strike solid and impressive.

Since he mastered its Limit Breaking, it has been uniquely his.

With every practice, Meng Chuan gained new insights.

"Though I can no longer acquire new traits, will it one day turn into True Skill, or even Divine Power and supreme mastery?"