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

Since Master has now broken through to become a Grandmaster, he can seal the Thunder Seed with his Gang Qi, so Meng Chuan doesn't need to rush anymore.

Learning through practice, cultivating the Thunder Skill to enhance spiritual power while steadily developing.

Relying on the Limit Breaking trait is the optimal solution to overcoming the drawbacks of the Thunder Skill.

Meng Chuan was pondering this when Ren Ping, as if reminded of something, added:

"Oh, by the way, this method is not entirely without benefit for you.

Your master said practicing the Thunder Skill can greatly enhance your spiritual power, making up for your weaknesses. He thinks long-term, saying it will help you in the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top to reach Grandmaster."

As she finished speaking, the ringtone of the phone left in the kitchen by Ren Ping rang.

"Xiaomeng, stay seated for a while, dinner will be ready soon. I'll go take this call first."

"Okay, Master's Wife."

Meng Chuan watched Master's Wife hurrying and thought her previous words seemed rehearsed, as if someone directed her...

In the kitchen, Ren Ping answered the call, which was from her husband Luo Guanyun.

As soon as the call connected, he asked anxiously:

"Did you follow what I said, especially mentioning the drawbacks of the Thunder Seed consuming Qi Blood?"

"Yes, I did."

"What was his reaction?"

Ren Ping replied helplessly:

"I just finished when you called, how could I see any reaction?

But this child is destined for great things; he listened intently without showing any change in expression while I was talking."

Luo Guanyun's tone grew even more anxious.

"Forget it, I'm getting worried, I'll come back right away..."

...

After Luo Guanyun returned, the three had dinner and chatted, not mentioning a word about what Ren Ping said earlier.

Luo Guanyun already knew about the strange dragon demon inside his disciple's body.

He advised:

"You have not yet reached the realm of Martial Arts Family and do not understand; this entity is formed by the essence within you, merging with the Dragon Fall Qi.

But 'spirit' is key to control. You must diligently train your spiritual power in the future to command it as effortlessly as moving a limb."

After Master Luo's words, Meng Chuan felt that he had yet another reason to practice the Thunder Skill...

After the meal, both Meng Chuan and his master drank quite a bit.

Seeing his wife starting to clear the table, Luo Guanyun gave a look, signaling Meng Chuan to follow him into the Martial Arts Chamber.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, exuding the smell of alcohol from both of them, Luo Guanyun spoke seriously:

"Chuan'er, have you thought over what your Master's Wife discussed with you just now?"

Confronted directly, Luo Guanyun was not as conflicted as before.

Just like the teachings of Yang Huan to him.

"Going with the flow aligns with the Dao of heaven."

Meng Chuan understood, realizing that Master's Wife's message was indeed on behalf of Master Luo.

Luo Guanyun seemed bold and carefree, but he was genuinely soft-hearted.

He pressed his lips together, his gaze firm.

"I've made up my mind long ago, Master, I want to practice the Thunder Skill."

The sound of wind rustling through leaves came from outside the window, enveloping the Martial Arts Chamber in silence.

Luo Guanyun's thoughts drifted like clouds, suddenly recalling the morning he first met Meng Chuan.

In the entire martial arts hall, the only child who dared to make eye contact with him.

Luo Guanyun suddenly laughed, realizing he had changed a lot, yet this boy was as stubborn as ever.

He reached out to pat Meng Chuan's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Alright, when you reach the point of pursuing Qi sensations, I will teach you the Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill!

The world claims my Thunder Skill is a 'Life-Ending Talisman'; I want to see if... my disciple can turn it into a Heaven-Reaching Ladder!"

...

Now that the disciple had made a decision, Luo Guanyun did not hesitate any longer.

He raised his hand, summoning a turtle shell from a hidden compartment to his palm.

In Meng Chuan's view, Luo Guanyun fixated on the mottled turtle shell in his hand, fingers caressing the deep, mysterious carvings on its surface.

After a moment, Luo Guanyun began to recount the origin of the turtle shell to Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan gazed at the turtle shell, feeling a slight quiver in his heart-spirit, as if an inaudible demonic voice whispered desires from the deepest recesses of his heart.

The dragon demon within him seemed to sense something, its wilted body rustling as it tried to crawl out.

Meng Chuan frowned, suppressing it forcefully with his surging Qi Blood.

This object's impact on the heart-spirit was overwhelming, beyond what the disciple's strength could withstand.

Luo Guanyun flipped his wrist, tucking the turtle shell into his sleeve.

"The demonic skill carved on this turtle shell is called the 'Spirit Platform Demon Seed: Fear Chapter.' Fang Jianxing and others must have practiced other chapters; I speculate that combining all its chapters would form an unparalleled demon skill.

I will certainly not practice this skill, and you, Chuan'er, should not dwell on it either."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded firmly.

Even though he never attempted it, he knew that even if demon skills could also break the limits to gain traits, he would not choose to practice them.

Although demon skills could be learned quickly, they commonly have numerous drawbacks, and Great Chu has zero tolerance for those who practice them, captured and it's a sure death sentence.

With perseverance and his abilities, he foresaw a brilliant future and wouldn't do anything to ruin it.

"However, according to my research, although this demonic skill strays into dark paths, its conceptual intent is somewhat similar to the Thunder Skill.

Thunder Skill consolidates lightning into seeds, while this skill refines emotions into demons. What seem like different paths are actually... somewhat kindred."

Having said this, Luo Guanyun traced his fingertips, outlining two blue and red meridian diagrams in the air, reflecting one another.

"I use these blue and red examples to illustrate. You see, the Thunder Skill is fierce and domineering, yet tends to break from too much rigidity. Meanwhile, the demon skill is sinister and ruthless, yet overly obsessive and extreme. If one can extract the essence and discard the dross..."

Before the voice had even faded, he suddenly clapped his hands together. The two meridian diagrams slowly merged under the urging of Gang Qi, forming a brand-new operation path.

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted, and he felt something within his heart.

Last time at the police station, the Demon Path martial artist Zhao Jian who ambushed him.

When Master Luo extracted the Demon Seed from his body, he had already made some related guesses.

Now it seems he was indeed correct...

Luo Guanyun retracted the Gang Qi, and said faintly:

"I, as your master, am not entirely depending on you. In the future, if you encounter other remnants, be sure to pay attention."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded in response.

He had his own methods, and Master Luo had his own ways. With the master and apprentice working together, they would surely solve the drawbacks of this Thunder Skill.

Just as he was thinking, Meng Chuan felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, his master's five fingers clamped down like an iron hoop.

"Once you advance in the Martial Arts family, I'll be relieved. At that time, I'll go to Japan to look for the Parasite Association. This kind of Demon Skill has no information within the Great Chu, so it should all be in their hands."

"Okay."

Although this matter was perilous, Meng Chuan knew he couldn't dissuade Master Luo, just as Master Luo couldn't dissuade him.

...

After this incident, Meng Chuan did not ask Master Luo for guidance in practicing boxing, instead inquiring about his own meridians and Qi Blood.

After hearing his apprentice's account, Luo Guanyun replied solemnly:

"I don't really understand the principles either, but I think since you have these exceptional meridians, if you don't cultivate your Qi Blood to approach the limits of the meridians, it would be a waste of this god-given foundation.

You don't need to rush; it's better to ask Principal Yang for a more stable opinion. He's been busy lately, and once school starts, you can seek him out, and I'll give him a heads-up beforehand."

"Alright."

Meng Chuan nodded; since this matter concerned his foundation in Martial Arts, it was better to be cautious.

Then he began practicing boxing, while Luo Guanyun watched on, marveling at the young man who was even more robust than himself:

"In September, you'll have to report to United University. It's not far from Yong'an, so if your master misses you, he can fly over to see you."

The Northern United University was different from its preparatory high school; it was deep within the central interior of Lishan Mountain.

If one relied on foot, it would take three to four hours from the foot of the mountain just to reach the school gate.

"I won't say much else, you'll experience it on your own in college. But one thing, don't slack off recently and practice your fist skills more diligently. Ordinary people have summer vacations, Martial Artists do not.

Moreover, at the Yong'an Grandmaster Conference, your future homeroom teacher Grandmaster Chen Qiushui also mentioned to me that the Grandmaster Class will begin this year with resource allocation reform; it will likely start with your batch of students.

Being the number one in the Northern Lands, naturally, you should aim to be the number one of United University's Martial Artists!"

"Understood, Master Luo, don't worry!"

After exchanging a few more insights on martial theories with Master Luo, Meng Chuan returned to sleep.

Having spoken openly with his master, he slept exceptionally well that night.

...

Time flew by, and before he knew it, it was the middle of August.

Meng Chuan was still as usual, practicing his fist skills under the morning sun early in the day.

The Thunder Fire Qi shone even more brilliantly under the sunlight, and Meng Chuan's punches were as fast as lightning, accompanied by crackling sounds, like thunder in a clear sky.

After a moment, while adjusting his breath, he focused his mind on the panel.

[Thunderbolt Scattering Hands: Mastery (79%) → (80%) Pending Limit Breaking]

"Once it reaches full mastery, Qi Blood can be enhanced significantly."

Although it didn't promote Qi Blood as effectively as the Five Elements Fist, as a top-level fist skill, its effects wouldn't be too far off.

After finishing his morning exercises, Meng Chuan prepared to go home for breakfast, thinking as he walked.

The results for the National Martial Arts Exam were released today, although it was irrelevant for the exempted student Meng Chuan.

But he was still quite eager for the results, wondering how his friends fared.

"Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng will definitely get into United University, and they'll probably qualify for the Grandmaster Class as well. Xuewu should have no issues getting into the military academy, and Le Ping's application to Yong'an Martial Arts University shouldn't be a problem either."

Yong'an is quite uncanny; just as he thought of this, his phone started buzzing with messages one after another.

A moment later, Meng Chuan broke into a smile.

As he expected, everyone got in, except for Wang Yue who chose to spend another year deepening his knowledge...

Meng Chuan finally said in the group:

[Tonight, Eternal Blessing Banquet, my treat.]

Their generation had already stepped into the gates of the Martial Arts University.

...

At nine in the evening.

The booth was filled with men and women, all possessing extraordinary demeanor.

If a stranger passed by, they could immediately tell that everyone present was a master Martial Artist.

Zheng Zhenzhen and Meng Jiaolong sat on either side of Meng Chuan, continuously urging him to drink.

Unfortunately, because of Meng Chuan's superhuman constitution, the alcohol would be completely digested as soon as it entered his stomach.

Looking at the two elaborately dressed girls beside him, Meng Chuan... inside him, the Dragon Demon was inexplicably excited.

In his Middle Dantian, the coiled-up form suddenly tightened into a rigid straight line.

Meng Chuan, being in sync with its thoughts, noticed the unusual, maneuvered his Qi Blood to suppress it instead.

With so many people present, if the Dragon Demon embarrassed him, he wouldn't be able to forgive it...

Meng Jiaolong, wearing a pair of delicate earrings, made her slender neck appear even fairer.

She placed a big piece of turtle meat on Meng Chuan's plate and said:

"My mom said that there will be a placement test at the start of school, which will determine the free study points resource allocation for the semester."

Her mother, Chen Qiushui, was precisely the person in charge of the Grandmaster Class at Northern United University.

Hearing this, Xu Qingfeng suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Sigh, in the past, the Grandmaster Class resources were distributed evenly, but from our batch onwards, the rules have changed.

With the old students from the Nine Levels, we'd be lucky not to be at the bottom; let this beast Meng fight for the first place."