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

Regaining his senses, Meng Chuan continued his stance practice.

With his persistent daily practice of boxing, he became increasingly close to reaching the blood vitality limit of other martial artists.

Two days ago, Meng Chuan wanted to ask Yang Huan whether it was around five hundred points that he should attempt to cultivate True Skill and sense True Qi.

Or whether he should wait until his meridians were filled with Qi Blood.

Unfortunately, as the principal of Yong'an Campus, the other party had been busy with martial examinations recently and was simply unavailable, so Meng Chuan had to give up.

No matter how fast he cultivated, accumulating another hundred points of Qi Blood to surpass five hundred.

He would have to wait until September, after the university semester began.

By then, he would surely find the time to inquire about it.

Recently, he had focused primarily on the Five Elements Qiankun Fist, while other fist skills were only practiced in passing.

Even so, the second-tier Kōngtōng Long Fist he learned from Lu Zhuxiao had also been mastered proficiently.

This was the benefit of an improvement in martial reasoning.

Many fist skills have similarities, such as while practicing the Scattering Thunder Hands, he suddenly figured out a crucial point.

Applying it to other cultivation techniques could instantly enhance their proficiency.

He was in the midst of an intense workout when he suddenly received a call from his master.

Recently, Luo Guanyun had been making up hours in the Demon Nest and was rarely at home.

Meng Chuan was also curious about his reason for contacting him.

[What's up, Master?]

[Did you measure your Qi Blood when you were practicing martial arts today?]

[It's over four hundred points now, rising quickly.]

On the other end, Luo Guanyun felt a joy in his heart upon hearing this. Then, as if recalling something, his gaze dimmed.

[Come to my house tomorrow afternoon, you are of age now. I'll have your mistress cook a couple of dishes, and we two can have a drink.]

Meng Chuan's expression was thoughtful. Listening to his master's tone, he had a hunch...

[Okay, I'll come over at five in the afternoon tomorrow.]

[By the way, it has been confirmed that the Demon Path Grandmaster Li Xiao appeared in Ermen Gorge and then fled to the wilderness.

A venerable-level strongman from Great Chu's official ranks is tracking him down. This person is on the run, so you can be at ease for the time being.]

[Understood.]

This person is audacious enough to kill even a deputy team captain of the police department without hesitation.

A while ago, Meng Chuan contacted Chief Long Jiu, who always expressed regret whenever Liu Jinglong was mentioned.

Meng Chuan felt the same way, but there was no help for it. This world is so perilous that even a martial artist family cannot stand apart.

After hanging up, Meng Chuan's determination to practice boxing became even more resolute.

"Keep working hard, for myself and for my family..."

...

At eleven o'clock at night.

In the room, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in meditation, practicing the Dragon Meditation Technique.

Ever since advancing to the second level, he had felt a slight increase in his perception every time he finished cultivating for the day.

Although the improvement was very subtle, accumulated over time it was no small gain.

The role of perception is extremely important, just as Master Luo had said.

It's like having another pair of "more genuine eyes."

After twenty minutes, a glint of sharpness flickered in Meng Chuan's eyes, and the dragon-shaped imprint on his brow faded and disappeared.

"Although my spiritual power improves slowly, it's good to maintain this constant progression, persisting slowly until the time comes to practice the Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill..."

He had long since guessed the purpose of Master Luo finding him tomorrow.

No matter the advice, Meng Chuan's Dao heart remained resolute!

"It's getting late, better get some sleep."

...

The next day, early in the morning, Meng Chuan woke up to a barrage of phone messages.

Both Meng Jiaolong and Zheng Zhenzhen were constantly complaining to him about various matters concerning the examination hall, both worrying they wouldn't achieve their desired scores.

The martial exam consisted of multiple sections including physical assessments and live combat tests. Due to the large number of candidates and the complexity of exam items, it took a full week to complete.

Meng Chuan offered a couple of comforting words, but thought to himself that both of them were "insiders," and with their strength at the eighth level, there was nothing to worry about...

As he watched the sun rise, Meng Chuan put down the phone and stopped chatting further, seizing the time to practice the Five Elements Qiankun Fist.

By today, he had completely discarded the notion of awakening his senses at dawn and dusk.

It's as if the rising sun was his signal for boxing.

Like eating and drinking, practicing boxing at dawn and dusk had become a habitual practice for Meng Chuan.

At five in the afternoon, Huayun Prefecture A003.

Meng Chuan arrived punctually as promised.

Upon entering, Meng Chuan sensed that only his mistress was at home.

Ren Ping opened the door, holding a spatula in her hand and wearing an apron around her waist.

Seeing Meng Chuan, she greeted him warmly with a smile:

"Xiaomeng is here, have a rest on the sofa first. Your master is at a city council masters' meeting and will be back soon."

"Okay."

Meng Chuan was planning to go to his master's martial arts chamber to practice some fists, but saw Ren Ping entering the kitchen, setting down the spatula, and coming out to say:

"Your master won't need to patrol that Demon Nest at night in the future. If there's nothing else, come practice more fists, and your master's wife will prepare night snacks for you all."

Meng Chuan replied with a smile:

"Sure, master's wife. From today onwards, I'll come every day. It's good that master doesn't need to patrol anymore; it wouldn't be good if he ran into Li Xiao."

Although Master Luo is also a Grandmaster, Li Xiao is greatly renowned, Meng Chuan feels his master likely isn't a match...

Ren Ping poured hot tea for Meng Chuan, saying:

"Sigh, your master doesn't think so. He's actually hoping to hustle more in the Demon Nest and save up some money."

Meng Chuan fell silent, a wave of bittersweet emotions rising in his heart.

He looked down at the rising steam from the cup, his thoughts swirling.

Master Luo treats him like a son, not only teaching him all he knows about Martial Arts but also considering everything for him, spending generously on him daily.

Previously, he even risked danger running around in the Demon Nest just to raise funds for his True Martial pursuit.

This kindness weighs as heavy as mountains.

With that thought, the living room suddenly fell silent.

Meng Chuan isn't particularly good with words, and the two fell silent for a moment.

He drank the rolling tea in his cup, while Ren Ping adjusted the folds of her apron, then gazed softly at the sycamore tree outside the window.

After a moment, her voice came with nostalgia:

"Xiaomeng, let me tell you about your master's youth. He's thin-skinned and surely hasn't told you."

Meng Chuan noticed the photo of his master and master's wife in their youth beside the TV cabinet, Master Luo smiling brightly.

He nodded and said:

"Okay."

Following his gaze, Ren Ping sighed deeply:

"Your master was a Martial Arts genius from childhood. At nineteen, he left home for Fengtian, passed the Northern United University's main campus examination. At twenty, he initially entered the Nine Gates, earning the 'Martial Extreme True Inheritance' title that year. By twenty-three, he progressed to a Martial Arts Family member.

Times are different now, not quite comparable. But back then, your master Luo Guanyun was unmatched among his peers."

Meng Chuan felt a wave of emotion, knowing from the recent influence of Lu Zhuxiao how valuable the Martial Extreme True Inheritance was.

"Unexpected that when Master Luo was young, he was so outstanding. But Master is still excellent now, and is indeed a renowned Martial Arts Grandmaster."

As he thought this, he heard his master's wife continue:

"It was also that year your master defied the deceased master's advice and forcefully inherited the Luo family's True Skill, 'Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill.'

Meng Chuan felt the seriousness, knowing a key point was coming.

"Initially, your master showed astonishing progress, advancing through the second major limit within two years, faster than becoming a Martial Arts Family member. Benefiting from the high adaptability of the Thunder Skill, he broke into the third limit within five years.

Not just the Northern United University's principal and professors, but everyone at the time believed your master had the potential of a Celestial King or Great Saint.

Until at thirty-five, he couldn't suppress the Thunder Seed anymore, which started drawing Qi Blood from him. Initially, his cultivation could offset the consumption and still have surplus. Your master thought progressing to Grandmaster might solve it, at worst, just be a bit slow.

But he was wrong. The Thunder Seed grew greedier, requiring him to train eight hours a day to match the consumption. Its activity and size ballooned, forcing your master to cultivate a Water Attribute True Skill to balance it out. Hence why you rarely saw him back then."

At this, Ren Ping couldn't help but sigh:

"Although now due to an encounter he has become a Grandmaster, he still can't solve the Thunder Seed's drawback. If you solely pursue cultivation, you might follow his old path, be certain you fully consider."

Meng Chuan felt the same way.

He also thought, without Master Luo's kindness, he'd never choose this path.

But based on his current insight, unless the cultivation technique is perfected and optimized to break the limit.

The difficulty of this, within Great Chu, except for himself with 'One Certification Eternal Certification,' not even a Celestial King or Great Saint would make it.

As for solving the Thunder Seed's demands on the body, Meng Chuan has already found a way, he won't act recklessly.

If he wants to optimize Thunder Skill to help his master, time is also essential, not wasting it grappling with the Thunder Seed.

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"If the Thunder Seed wants to draw Qi Blood from my body, I just won't give it..."

This is one reason he persists in pursuing traits like 'Meat Flower,' 'Bone Flower,' and Hard Skills core trait.

Meng Chuan intends to achieve complete control over his body through these traits.

From the tiniest cell to the whole body, controlling everything that belongs to him.

"You Thunder Seed want to absorb my Qi Blood, I say you can't, and you won't!"

Venerable Yin once said, "A person can only have one trait, but one trait can have multiple functions."

Thus, throughout Great Chu, gathering all these traits, perhaps only he can do it.

According to Meng Chuan's current progress, before cultivating Thunder Skill, he likely can only break the limit of 'Meat Flower' trait.

Solely relying on the 'Meat Flower' trait can't sustain, which was his previous worry.

But hearing his master's wife's words just now calmed him instantly.

Meng Chuan believes with the accumulation of traits, his progress speed will exceed his master's, not fall behind!

If 'Meat Flower,' 'Bone Flower' won't do, he'll continue searching for traits that adapt to controlling the body.

If Northern United University doesn't have them, he'll look at other specialty Martial Arts Universities.

Before reaching Martial Arts Master, he will achieve 100% mastery of his body!

But if he can't reach that, Meng Chuan also has a way.

Then he'll just not break through to Martial Arts Master, as long as he lives, Master Luo still has hope...