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

The young man had sharp features, and his facial expression bore a 70% resemblance to Chu Yanhu.

However, his aura was more composed and restrained. He could sense that the other party was likely a Martial Arts Family expert.

The other party cupped his fists and said in a solemn voice:

"Junior Brother Meng, I am Chu Yanlong from the Grandmaster Class, and I have come specifically to bring my younger brother to apologize."

Chu Yanhu reluctantly cupped his hands, his voice muffled as if holding a piece of coal:

"Previously, it was Chen Xu's impulsiveness... I apologize."

Meng Chuan was at a loss. It seemed the other party had been secretly watching him during the day just for this matter.

Chu Yanlong was a member of the Grandmaster Class at the Martial Arts Family, so it would be wise to give him some face for future encounters.

He waved his hand and smiled:

"Regarding the sparring, victory or defeat depends on one's abilities. Your fist skill teacher's anxiety is unrelated to you. Since Brother Chu has personally come to mediate, let's move past this incident."

Chu Yanlong's expression slightly relaxed, and he gave his younger brother a look. The latter reluctantly took out a large box from his chest and handed it over.

Meng Chuan glanced at it. It was a gift box containing Mixed Element Body Refining Ointment, with a full five tubes inside, worth over 700,000 — quite generous indeed.

"No need."

Meng Chuan waved his hand to refuse. He wasn't that narrow-minded.

His fist skill teacher, Chen Xu, had already "ceded territory and paid reparations," and Meng Chuan found it awkward to keep harping on about it.

"Consider this as an apology from my younger brother. Xiaomeng, please feel at ease to accept it. In the future, I hope you two can practice boxing together, and let Xiaohu learn more from you."

As a genius in the Grandmaster Class at United University, Chu Yanlong showed such humility that Meng Chuan felt obliged to accept.

He took the box and smiled, saying:

"Then Brother Yanhu, should we still compete during the study point allocation next semester?"

Chu Yanhu's face flushed instantly, just about to retort when his brother slapped him on the back of his head:

"Compete for what? Go back and train harder!"

...

"Brother, why do I have to apologize? Clearly..."

After leaving, Chu Yanhu couldn't help but ask, but his brother immediately interrupted him.

"Your fist skill teacher offended him, so you will also end up with a grudge against him. This is called entangling with causality, got it?

If it's an insignificant pawn, that'd be fine. But over these past few days, I've been gathering information about the other side from various sources, and the more I look, the more I'm astounded.

The speed of his growth along his journey is unfathomable, like the chosen one described in legends. Having a conflict with such a person could very likely lead to fatal consequences in the future!"

Chu Yanhu was left speechless. His brother was stretching it too far, coming up with such an excuse.

He couldn't help but argue:

"Brother, even if you say so, isn't there only one chosen one in those legends?

If Meng Chuan is one, then what about the Grandmaster, Profound Slaughter Mountain Lord Shang Ruyi, and his direct disciple, Motohiko?"

The response he got was another slap on the back of his head.

"What does that matter to you or me? Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, focus on training properly. Becoming a Martial Arts Family member sooner is better than anything else!"

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was mid-October.

Principal Yang Huan had returned to Yong'an from Fengtian a month ago.

But as soon as he returned, he received notice and immediately rushed to Chen Cang, less than a hundred kilometers from Yong'an.

A level three Demon Nest suddenly appeared outside the city, and Principal Yang was currently there discussing plans with Principal Yin of Yong'an Martial Arts University and the Huo family patriarch, the Honored One, Lonely Peak Illuminating Night·Huo Ting, to subdue it.

Therefore, Meng Chuan was not anxious about the meridian matter. He understood the priorities.

He waited for Principal Yang to return triumphantly. With the strength of the three, there was no worry in pacifying a level three Demon Nest.

Meng Chuan was tidying his dormitory at the moment. He had taken some time out yesterday to go home.

His aunt had made a lot of medicinal paste for him to bring back.

He also picked up the parcel sent to him by General Shen.

Meng Chuan arranged the medicinal paste neatly. The refrigerator was stuffed to the brim, giving a very fulfilling feeling.

Finally, he opened the package and removed the professional sealed box.

A black, diamond-shaped crystal, about half the size of a palm, came into view.

"This looks exactly like the Shadow Demon's core from before. Could it be... a middle-ranked Shadow Demon?"

Whoosh!

The Dragon Demon suddenly appeared from the back of his head, charging toward the Celestial Demon core in his hand without warning.

"Get back in there!"

Fortunately, Meng Chuan reacted quickly, raising his right hand holding the crystal high while his left hand skillfully suppressed it back into his body.

The next moment, Meng Chuan sensed something abnormal inside his body.

The Dragon Demon went berserk, repeatedly trying to break through the qi blood seal and emerge again.

After suppressing it several times, it finally realized who was the boss in this inner world.

In the middle dantian, Meng Chuan sensed that the entity coiled its body into a ball, its bulging snake head nodding up and down as if making an obeisance.

"...This creature is so intelligent?"

He knew the Dragon Demon wanted the Celestial Demon core in his hand, but he couldn't give it.

If it caused trouble again, it would still be his "master" responsibility to clean up the mess.

However, thinking about previously when it devoured Qi Jiguang's Long Fist imagery.

It also positively impacted his muscles and bones. Perhaps this item could have a similar effect?

But the core of a middle-ranked Celestial Demon is not cheap, with the cheapest starting at a million, and the rare ones can easily reach two to three million.

Ultimately, curiosity overcame everything, and Meng Chuan decided to give it a try.

"I'll ask Teacher Dong to look after me. In case of any accident, it's good to have someone for support."

...

At precisely noon, after finishing his cultivation, he ate lunch with Teacher Dong Yue at home before taking out the Celestial Demon core.

"Let it go, there's definitely no problem with me watching over it."

During the sparring, Dong Yue heard Meng Chuan asking him to help watch over it.

The two spent every day bare-chested in sparring, naturally deepening their teacher-student relationship.

Such a small request didn't require any "extra pay."

As a Three-Limit Martial Arts Master, a little Dragon Demon couldn't cause any trouble.

"Alright, thank you, Teacher Dong."

With that said, Meng Chuan released his hold on the Dragon Demon.

It poked its head out cautiously from his waist and showed a sycophantic expression.

"Here, eat it."

With a hint of pain in his eyes, he handed the core to the creature.

The Dragon Demon immediately opened its mouth far larger than its body and swallowed it whole.

Eagerly, it then retracted into Meng Chuan's middle dantian, closed its eyes, and coiled itself into a circle.

Meng Chuan waited for a moment, but nothing at all changed.

"Show some reaction, it's several million of mine..."

He felt like he was throwing a meat bun to a dog.

Dong Yue, standing nearby, also stared at Meng Chuan with bewildered eyes.

After a moment, he uncertainly said:

"This imaginary creature inside you... it is quite interesting, it's the first time I've seen an imaginary creature that can consume a Celestial Demon core.

I guess it's digesting, wait until it's finished and see. If anything comes up, call me."

"Alright."

There was nothing else to do. Meng Chuan glanced once more at the little creature inside him.

Confirming it was behaving, he bid farewell to Dong Yue and left.

Today's sparring went late, and Master Lu was still waiting for him to practice fist skills, so Meng Chuan headed towards the True Dragon Pavilion.

On the way, he checked his panel.

Today he practiced four combined martial skills, and after the sparring, he felt a warm and full sensation in the lower dantian area.

It was as if a fireball was gathering in his lower abdomen, a sensation only attainable at an extremely advanced level of Shaolin Hard Skills.

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"Another hard skill is about to break the limit, my strength will be significantly enhanced."

This method was also an early second-tier hard skill he practiced when his horizontal training wasn't yet systematic, chosen mainly for its reputation; for the next skill, he wanted to deliberate carefully.

After all, fist skills could absorb a wide range of techniques, accepting all and practicing slowly.

But hard skills couldn't be randomly trained; his own acupoints hadn't mutated, and he still relied on "getting hit" to improve.

He needed to choose a cultivation technique carefully, one that would benefit his system.

"After the ointment effects have dissipated and the technique breaks through the limit, I'll ask Teacher Dong tomorrow if there's a hard skill related to 'blood', though it's unlikely."

Muscles, tendons, and blood form the basic structure of the physical concert hall that Meng Chuan was determined to collect thoroughly.

But he had already asked Zhao Shousui and Li Weigang, and they had plainly said none existed; however, there were quite a few in demon skills...

Meng Chuan felt helpless but had no choice.

He had also searched online in Great Chu; among thousands upon thousands of hard skills, from divine techniques to third-rate skills, none were related to blood.

"Do I need to practice foreign hard skills instead..."

There are quite a few experts in the United States, but aside from whether any met his needs, most of their techniques involved drug-enhanced practice, differing structurally from Great Chu's, and Meng Chuan worried about potential issues.

He also feared that after excessive drug use, Northern United University might infamously record, "Why is your head pointed..."

Coming back to his senses, Meng Chuan decided to visit the "Ten Thousand Volume Martial Arts Pavilion" his master had boasted about that night.

Even if he couldn't find exactly what he needed, it would be good to find a substitute cultivation technique to practice, not allowing the four combined martial skills to come to a halt.

...

That night.

After dinner, Meng Chuan walked along the small path to the left of the cafeteria.

Five minutes later, a grand and magnificent building stood before him.

The six-story pavilion was entirely dark black, with eaves like knives. The structure was inscribed with what seemed like countless martial arts inscriptions, and in the contrast of night, its surface faintly glowed with a flowing golden light, mesmerizing Meng Chuan.

Inspired by this appearance, he entered with great anticipation.

Meng Chuan had learned beforehand that the first three floors housed non-True Skill level cultivation techniques, with original texts and printed copies in equal numbers.

Floors four and five stored printed copies of Martial Arts True Skills, with originals too precious to be displayed for fear of damage or loss.

The top floor, however, housed nine manuscripts of divine techniques collected by Northern United University since its founding, only exhibited and not available for study without contacting the principal.

Meng Chuan roughly circled around to understand the layout inside.

Ordinary class students who hadn't reached the martial artist's qi blood limit couldn't enter floor four or above.

But his Grandmaster class permission allowed him to freely ascend and look at True Skills, or even divine techniques.

Meng Chuan had no such interest today; aside from searching for blood-related techniques, his goal was to find a substitute hard skill similar to Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body, which could be used within to aid practice.

True Skills and divine techniques were tantalizing to look at, but were useless if he couldn't practice them.

He directly asked the administrator, who, after thinking for a moment, told him none existed, but pointed him to the hard skill section to explore further.

His primary goal failed; indeed, there were no blood-related techniques inside.

He moved on to Plan B.

This was a plan Meng Chuan had considered beforehand; he had already trained too many hard skills affecting the surface unless he practiced significantly stronger True Skill level hard skills, other effects were minimal.

Moreover, based on what Dong Yue previously said, combined with his own considerations.

Inner training becoming stronger would also aid in improving his control.

"Hard skills affecting the inside are few; hopefully, I can find one..."