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

The existent true skill ultimate techniques are not mysterious and unfathomable; they don't just spring forth from stones but have their origins and sources as well.

For example, the ultimate hard skill [Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill], Meng Chuan found out through research.

It is based on the Mahayana Buddhist Scripture, integrating cultivation techniques like Small Wuxiang Skill, Divine Power Vajra Fist, Prajna Demon-Subduing Palm, and others into one.

It is currently a fragmented ultimate technique, waiting for future generations to deduce and complete it.

Therefore, Meng Chuan feels that as his martial theories gradually improve, this idea will definitely come true.

After warming up with Baji Fist, Meng Chuan, blessed with inspiration, began practicing [Qi Jiguang's Thirty-two Long Fist Styles].

This top-tier fire attribute fist skill was acquired by Meng Chuan while learning [Yaksha Sea Exploration], having comprehended the entire set from the imagery of the riverside battlefield.

The martial arts chamber inside the hotel was obstructive; Meng Chuan was not satisfied and directly jumped out of the window, leaping outside.

It was not yet six o'clock, and the air was still gray, but only Meng Chuan's fist momentum surged like the tide.

Every move brimmed with vigor, from "Bend the Bow to Shoot the Tiger" to "Yaksha Sea Exploration," the final strike carved a crimson trail through the night.

As he finished, he suddenly felt the heart fire energy in his chest explode.

It mingled with the undispersed dragon energy in his muscles and bones, rushing through his meridians like magma.

"I didn't expect the dragon energy in my meridians to benefit my fist training!"

No wonder Zhao Shousui urged him to train fists diligently to digest it, as evident now, this Dragon Lock Body is truly awesome!

Not wanting to waste this rare opportunity, Meng Chuan hurriedly resumed practicing the fist skill, each move incorporating dense dragon energy.

Repeatedly practicing, Meng Chuan did not enter the epiphany state of [Morning Dusk Enlightenment].

Yet the riverside battlefield imagery emerged again before him.

This time, it was no longer fragmentary and incomplete.

The tumult of Japanese iron cavalry, the Qi Family Army's fiery intertwining battle formations, and even the tattered "Qi" banner whirled in his imagery like a carousel.

Since it was here, let there be seven entrances and exits in the slaughter!

In this imagery, Meng Chuan wasn't aware that, as he began to fight, the previously listless dragon demon in his middle dantian laughed wildly.

As he was immersed in the battle, Meng Chuan felt the world's margins start to blur; he realized his spiritual power could no longer sustain him.

Upon exiting, Meng Chuan instinctively looked at the panel.

[Qi Jiguang's Thirty-two Long Fist Styles: Not Entered (0%) → Proficient (28%), Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: War Soul (Intermediate)]

"Didn't expect this fist skill, upon entry, to directly accelerate to the proficient realm."

This being a top-tier fire attribute fist skill, naturally it is not easy to cultivate.

Scoring such proficiency for free is truly a big gain.

[War Soul] is merely a proper intermediate trait, but the name suggests a good effect.

It roughly aligns with his expectations, reflecting the advantage of ancient martial fist skills.

Though difficult to cultivate, the limit-breaking traits seldom disappoint.

Wait a minute!

Meng Chuan then noticed the "black loach" in his middle dantian had suddenly swelled and gained some crimson spots.

He promptly contacted Zhao Shousui to inquire about the situation.

Meng Chuan felt relieved after a brief moment.

The other party said it's no big issue; during the next practice, ruthlessly compress it, and let it return to the physique.

Grandmaster Zhao explained that the dragon demon is also an imagery entity, naturally absorbing your other imagery.

Because imagery of the riverside battling bandits is extremely difficult to trigger, Zhao Shousui did not mention it yesterday.

Typically, only when practicing ancient martial arts is there a minuscule probability that can immerse one's heart spirit into it, thereby triggering such imagery.

"This dragon demon is truly cunning, silently lurking in the middle dantian, and even swallowed the dispersed heart fire essence in the imagery..."

Originally thought this guy was chubby, looking not so clever.

Seems I carelessly underestimated; I must tread cautiously again!

Meng Chuan slightly bowed, assuming the starting stance of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist.

In an instant, the unextinguished sparks at his fist blade suddenly blazed, turning into three feet of crimson light.

With the reinforcement of Five Elements Qiankun Fist's heart fire momentum, this is certainly not the might an ordinary "proficient" level could exhibit?

The harvests recently have been extensive; Meng Chuan switched to practicing Five Elements Qiankun Fist, relentlessly striking until the sun was high.

The road to perfection is blocked and long; although there were gains, the brief hour of fist practice did not increase his proficiency.

"Breaking limits before becoming a martial arts family may be unlikely..."

He greatly covets the core trait [Five Qi Chaoyuan].

Curious as to why it can be called core.

"Five Qi Chaoyang is just the beginning; with persistent effort, someday the myriad traits will be mine."

Facing the morning sun, seeing no one around, Meng Chuan uttered these grand words.

...

Noon.

Meng Chuan was still on the plane, while Ping'an Middle School and the Yong'an campus of Northern United University simultaneously hung the banner celebrating Meng Chuan's championship win in the Northern Lands.

Indeed, Yang Huan has laid bare the facts.

This individual has already been admitted to the unt UILited Grandmaster Class without examination; the rest of you don't even think about it!

Principal Zong of Ping'an Middle School wept tears as he learned the news.

His administrative level has been raised time and again because of Meng Chuan, and the school's facilities are continually improved with educational bureau funds.

At eighteen, Meng Chuan, by his strength alone, could already influence a school's fate.

Facing the Yong'an Evening News reporter, Principal Zong shouted words from the heart!

"Meng Chuan is the best student I've ever taught, and even at Ping'an Middle School, I firmly believe he's an unprecedented and unmatched talent!"

In United University Preparatory High School, although everyone is about to take the martial arts exam in ten days, they still took time to watch Meng Chuan's decisive battle.

After experiencing the double "shock" of Meng Chuan's non-exam enrollment into the Grandmaster Class, they were so excited, wishing they could take his place.

Xu Qingfeng happily pounded the ground with both fists, infuriated at the universe's injustice!

"Damn! Old Meng is simply a winner in life.

If he wins the championship in Shanghai again and becomes the top martial artist among millions of students nationwide. Just thinking about it makes me ecstatic..."

While Meng Jiaolong was practicing her footwork, she remarked with a smirk:

"Xiaoxu, it's better to be practical~"

Just two days ago, she advanced through eight barriers. As a "disciple" student of Northern United University, with a little more effort from her grandmaster mother, her chances of entering the Grandmaster Class are pretty high.

"Ah, punch!"

Xu Qingfeng perked up again and began pouring his energy into the silicone-gold stakes.

Inside the classroom building.

Lu Zhuxiao was teaching young students while repeatedly watching Meng Chuan's match on his phone.

Aside from longing to be a "Golden Lecturer."

During his interactions with Meng Chuan, he was also influenced by the unique temperament of his resilient student.

Seeing the moment when Meng Chuan battled the golden dragon, his small stature but never-give-up spirit.

Lu Zhuxiao's eyes lit up; this was a student he had taught!

He put down his phone and, feeling inspired, told the newly enrolled batch of talented students:

"You must learn from Senior Meng, the peak of the martial arts lies not in talent, but in a heart fire that never extinguishes!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Most of them were little fans of Meng Chuan.

Being able to train in the same school as their idol filled them with pride.

...

At 3 p.m., the master and disciple duo landed at Xianyang Airport.

Then, Luo Guanyun took Meng Chuan back to Yong'an City by air.

Covering a distance of less than fifty to sixty kilometers, Meng Chuan felt the scenery rapidly whisking away behind him, arriving at Yong'an in just two or three minutes.

At the gate of Huayun Prefecture.

After landing, seeing his disciple looking dizzy and confused, Luo Guanyun couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"You're still too weak, kid. If you were a bit tougher, Master could fly faster than a plane and come straight back from Wu'an without a hitch!"

Meng Chuan, stepping back onto his native land in Yong'an, slowly regained his composure.

"Master Luo, am I still weak? Didn't Grandmaster Zhao say I have an excess of 'vital energy', and you're innately lacking 'essence'..."

This "essence" isn't the kidney essence in deficiency, but Meng Chuan was just teasing his master for a moment.

"...Backtalking!"

With a wave, Luo Guanyun sent Meng Chuan flying back home with a powerful gust of wind.

As Meng Chuan was sent flying, he heard his master's voice echoing in his ears from afar.

"Practice on your own for the next few days. The patrol work at the Demon Nest was paused to accompany you to the competition.

I asked Grandmaster Chen from United University to substitute for two days, hurry and return him, or else I'm worried Li Xiao will show up..."

Although Meng Chuan had given him a 30 million prize, he was still a bit short of True Martial of King Xiang.

Counting his savings, there's still a gap of tens of millions.

He wants his disciple to make a breakthrough, aiming for the upcoming True Martial of Grade Three to be auctioned at the end of the year in the Martial Arts Merchant Mall.

[Fist Blade: Moon at the End of the Bridge]!

This was bestowed to the Martial Arts Master of King Xiang by the Monarch after a great victory against the enemy army! A Grade Three Deadly Blade originally appraised at around two hundred million but its true value exceeds that of a maximum of three hundred million.

In addition to its power, it holds extremely high collectible value.

At auction, its value will only be higher than three hundred million.

But there's a reason for its price, even if Meng Chuan's strength increases significantly in the future and it becomes obsolete.

He can still sell it as a collector's item without losing much.

Upon sensing his disciple landing safely, Luo Guanyun soared into the sky.

"To the martial hall to see, then to the Demon Nest for the night shift, earning money for my disciple!"

In Luo Guanyun's heart now.

Meng Chuan is no different from his own son.

...

After flying straight home, Xue Na looked at the descending Meng Chuan with surprise in her heart.

Meng Chuan smiled awkwardly, unable to explain, casually saying he was trying out a cultivation technique.

"Champion, must be hungry coming back, right? I'll cook something, wait a bit."

"Thank you, Auntie."

The airplane food was unappetizing in small portions, and Meng Chuan was indeed quite hungry.

Xue Na chuckled, turning to the kitchen to heat up the warm beef for Meng Chuan.

After eating, Meng Chuan felt revived.

He truly missed the home-cooked meals after days without them.

"Auntie, you should rest early. I'll go practice my fists."

"Go ahead, remember to balance work and rest."

Watching Meng Chuan's back as he went to practice, Xue Na sighed with genuine emotion.

In just two short years, Meng Chuan had transformed from an unassuming "silly boy" into a martial prodigy adored by millions of fans, holding the Northern Champion title.

Such changes, she wouldn't dare dream of these scenarios even in her sleep.

"And Chuan'er is still striving hard; his future achievements will only grow higher. We, Yongzhi and I, should not hold the child back."

She silently thought to herself.