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

In the next instant, the figure of the "Red-robed Man" instantly traversed over a hundred meters, appearing before Meng Chuan.

With a swing of the sword in his hand, the massive sword energy roared forth, slicing down along with the blade!

Clang!!!

The sword light carried immense force, Meng Chuan couldn't hold his footing, and was instantly knocked flying.

The Red-robed swordsman followed closely, in mid-air, the distance between them was almost face-to-face.

Sword light collided with fist force, the clash resounded in mid-air, so dense it formed a straight line, in just a few seconds it collided dozens of times.

Blood stained Meng Chuan's fists, his arms numb from the shock, his most adept Five Elements Fist was heavily suppressed by the opponent.

The onslaught of the Red-robed swordsman was like a relentless surge, each slash tearing through the air.

Amidst the chaotic clashing sounds, he staggered back, splashing crimson beads underfoot.

The next moment, he sensed the sword force converging.

Meng Chuan breathed heavily, adjusting his inner energy, preparing to take the initiative.

In an instant, he saw the opponent's figure retreat like a ghost by three feet.

The anti-Japanese saber pointed diagonally to the ground, the blood on the blade dripped down the edge.

A hoarse voice echoed from the mist, like a grinding stone rolling sand:

"Short Fist versus Long Weapon, who taught you to learn like this?"

The words "Short Fist" exploded in Meng Chuan's ears, he understood the opponent's meaning.

He already knew the identity of the person, it was naturally Commander Qi.

Following this, he stood with his feet apart front and back.

His left arm bent at the elbow, blocking horizontally in front of his chest, his right fist tucked beside his waist ready to strike.

With tense back and sinking scapula, True Qi surged from the spring, solidifying into a bright crimson at the fist edge.

As his knees and hips twisted, the ground's dust and sand floated.

It was the initial stance of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist, defending as attacking, quietly waiting for the sword light to descend.

"Cross the horse and ask the way, not bad."

As Commander Qi's words fell, the sword tip suddenly picked up half a broken spear on the ground, shooting it straight at Meng Chuan's face.

He tilted his head to evade for a moment, the opponent already closed in.

The python robe flipped like a blood wave, the left hand's rattan shield crashed towards his chest.

Meng Chuan feigned retreat at the lower stance, dodging the shield bash in an instant, his toe twisting back for a counter-charge.

This was the sixth form of the thirty-two moves Long Fist—[Reverse Ride Dragon].

What met him was a sword energy as wide as a door panel.

Meng Chuan paced around, attempting with an tricky angle to flash and seize the wrist, but was blocked by Commander Qi smashing his shield.

He took advantage to change the move to Swing Single Whip, his fist wind swept like a whip towards the opponent's lower stance.

Commander Qi maneuvered, the blade rotating back, forcing Meng Chuan to retreat three steps.

Settling his lower stance, Meng Chuan touched the blood mark by his ear, instead grinning.

"Careful, Commander Qi, I'm coming!"

...

The world grew increasingly blurry, fist stances and sword energy splashed across the riverbank.

Meng Chuan gradually understood the key of fists opposing long weapons through the opponent's repeated "corrections."

Different from ordinary fists and feet, the essentials of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist is to consolidate the whole body's strength on fists, palms, elbows, and knees.

In an exceedingly short time, seizing the opponent's moment of defense, rapidly switching fist moves for an instant burst!

Boom!

As Qi Strength exploded, Meng Chuan felt his lower stance sink, a sword wound again struck his thigh.

Upon raising his head again, he saw Commander Qi sheathing his sword and nodding:

"Fist intent is formed."

In the next moment, the sensation of seeing through mist faded.

Upon reopening his eyes, Meng Chuan had already returned to the real world.

The severe injuries on his body stayed in the imaginary world and were not carried over.

Feeling his body intact, he suddenly noticed the warmth in the center of his brow.

Under introspection, beside the cold mark previously obtained.

There appeared a red mist cluster, dispersing and gathering.

Meng Chuan realized this is the fist intent mentioned by Commander Qi, also a fist imprint, and the key to the imaginary world of [River Battle with the Japanese].

"Looks like I've been acknowledged by Commander Qi this time..."

Previously always fighting Japanese invaders, this time it turned into being the "invader" getting beaten.

Having sparred with a legendary historical figure, upon reflection, Meng Chuan felt a surge of emotion.

Though ancient martial fists are difficult to practice, their benefits are undeniable.

Thanks to the existence of a perpetual certification, the four-dimensional explanation of the fist skill [Form, State, Resonance, Spirit] mentioned by Principal Yang remained imprinted in his mind.

There's still time until the designated cultivation mind method, Meng Chuan continued practicing, thoughts flowing as he pondered:

"What Principal Yang said, mimicking the form is further advancement, drawing a cat to capture tiger essence, sharp teeth and claws, more like a tiger cub.

What I've experienced today, is precisely obtaining the [Fist Intent].

Next, I'll continue digesting the fist principles as advised by Principal Yang, expanding Qi Jiguang's Long Fist into a true [Jungle Tiger]."

After several rounds of practice, taking advantage of the breathing session.

Meng Chuan checked the panel in his mind to see how much proficiency had increased.

[Qi Jiguang's Thirty-two Moves Long Fist: Consummation (2%) → Consummation (32%)]

A 30% improvement is undeniably significant, but still didn't reach Meng Chuan's expectations.

He had thought it could be like the previous Five Elements Qiankun Fist.

Upon enlightenment, directly soaring to half-step Perfection.

"Though there are differences, now having the [Key], as long as spiritual power is sufficient, I can always seek Commander Qi for a chat..."

Even if the next increase in proficiency is not as great as this time.

However, it's still stronger than stubbornly endeavoring from the same spot.

Moreover, Meng Chuan vaguely sensed.

In his mind, the role of this [Fist Intent] is not merely just a key.

Further extrapolating, what exactly is the role of the imaginary world.

Meng Chuan concluded that it wouldn't be just about helping him to grind proficiency so simply.

No matter how difficult the ancient martial arts fist skills were, once proven they can break through limits.

In the world of imagery, there must be good things he didn't know about.

When he snapped back, he saw that it was almost time.

Meng Chuan went back to the bedroom to practice his mind technique.

Getting this image key, plus yesterday's substantial harvest, could be considered a double blessing.

...

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Dong Yue's dormitory.

"The Chest Acupoint has changed, you can train by yourself without my intervention now."

Dong Yue retracted the True Qi large hand back within his body, saying so after the training ended.

"Yes, once the Baihui Acupoint transformation ends, my next focus will be on the Chest Acupoint."

Meng Chuan put on his clothes, smiling as he spoke.

His Earth Posture progression was very fast, currently, the extension length of his meridians was just a tiny bit away from the Baihui Acupoint.

Once they connect, and the Baihui Acupoint hoards 600 points of Qi Blood, he can then attempt the transformation.

Currently, just practicing the Tao Heart Cultivating Demon Mind Technique daily allows him to accumulate seven or eight points of Qi Blood.

If supplemented with fist skills, he should definitely accumulate the 600 points of Qi Blood within two months.

If Meng Chuan wished to accelerate even further, he would have to rely on the Qi Armor Spirit Pill.

"I initially thought that I could steadily transform the Baihui Acupoint before June, but I underestimated its difficulty..."

Yesterday, although he could rely on a sneak attack to kill the Upper Rank Celestial Demon.

Meng Chuan did not, however, look down on Motohiko in the slightest.

He had already watched the opponent's combat videos several times during his leisure.

The aura of that Tiger Form stance is definitely the strongest Tiger Form martial artist he had seen in his journey of learning martial arts.

Even though Meng Chuan was not afraid of him, he still wanted to make sure that after the Baihui transformation, he would have a better grasp of the situation.

Coming back to the present, he drank iced beer while chatting leisurely with Dong Yue.

"Master Dong, is everything handled over at the Demon Nest?"

Ninety-nine percent of the Celestial Demons in Chen Cang city had been eradicated, once the police and defense army conduct a full check, they can start rebuilding the homeland.

However, the Demon Nest and the Tree Demon that initiated this disaster were the root causes of the problem.

Dong Yue shook his head and said:

"The Demon Nest is unlike the real world, it is complicated inside and probably 80-90% has been eradicated.

And these wood attribute Celestial Demons seem to have emerged from underground, you won't get rid of them without digging three feet deep."

Meng Chuan suddenly understood, no wonder these scourges popped up all of a sudden, they had been lurking underground all along.

The leader was even a Tier Four Demon Nest Master, it's no wonder they had extraordinarily exceptional hiding tactics, even evading the perception of a Martial Arts Venerable.

"What about Venerable Huo's condition, and that Tree Demon..."

"You seem to be worrying about quite a lot... Venerable Huo has already escaped danger.

As for the Tree Demon, it's currently being besieged by Lu Zhenshou and two Martial Arts Celestial Kings of the military.

This kind of stronghold battle can't be resolved in just three days and nights.

But rest assured, we still had the upper hand before I left, pressing that Tree Demon hard.

Besides, Zhou Sheng of our Great Chu is already free and on the way, it can't escape."

"Understood."

So Meng Chuan was relieved, thinking back to what he saw in the room earlier.

The thousands of light feathers scattered, like a nuclear explosion's pure white halo.

When a Martial Arts Great Saint takes action, it's absolutely error-free.

Just like the disaster with the Jiao Demon last time, it's always left to the counterpart to solve.

Meng Chuan quietly mused in his heart:

"It seems Zhou Sheng is the most idle of the Seven-Limit Great Saints..."

Every great saint is tasked with important roles, although Meng Chuan didn't know what they did all day long.

But busy is the word...

Coming back to his senses, Dong Yue stood up and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"I'm leaving, I have to go to class."

He had also heard that last night, while he wasn't around, this young lad actually managed to sneak attack and take out an upper-rank Celestial Demon.

"The younger generation truly is formidable... just lacking a bit in alcohol tolerance..."

...

The sun was at its peak.

Meng Chuan walked out of Dong Yue's house, ready to return to the dormitory to turn in yesterday's gains into academic credits.

He opened his phone to check the announcement sent by the United University.

The school, to commend the teachers and students who participated in the Chen Cang operation, specially increased the conversion ratio of Chen Cang Celestial Demon resources into credits.

After carefully calculating, Meng Chuan found that compared to selling them for cash, exchanging the spoils for credits was more cost-effective.

He immediately decided to head to the resources department for conversion, and buy some Qi Armor Spirit Pills to aid in cultivation.

Finally, he read through the phone messages.

All the teachers and students of United University had safely withdrawn back to school, only a small portion of adventurous martial artists were severely injured, while the rest of the martial artist students were unharmed.

For United University martial artists.

Yesterday's operation under the protection of second-limit teachers was more like a controlled risk field training.

Rather than the dangerous situation faced by martial artists like them.

Thus, the benefits naturally differed greatly.

Few could, like Xu Qingfeng, master spiritual power in advance, or possess demon-suppressing weapons capable of breaking the Celestial Demon Force Field.

Meng Chuan roughly estimated, even adding up the total resources acquired by over a hundred martial artists.

It would be hard to compare with his own harvest.

However, he quickly realized that those martial arts masters blocking the entrance to the Demon Nest must have reaped even richer rewards.

Remembering this, he immediately restrained the complacency that had just surfaced.

Returning home with his backpack, Meng Chuan headed to the United University resource exchange department.