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

Meng Chuan stood still, listening to the nine salutes of the fireworks roaring, as if echoing the prosperity of martial arts.

Afterwards, Principal Sui on the high platform began to speak, with an elderly and a young person standing beside him.

Meng Chuan knew that those who could stand smiling beside Celestial King Sui must be martial arts Celestial Kings of the same level.

The younger one, Meng Chuan couldn't recognize, his appearance seemed even younger than himself...

If not for the invisible authority around him, Meng Chuan would have suspected this person to be Sui Chunqiu's son...

Meng Chuan's face, long-exposed to the elements, had begun to emit a bronze glow.

Though his features were sharp as if carved, he indeed looked a bit less youthful...

"We are the rugged type..."

Meng Chuan comforted himself.

Besides, where in this world is a twenty-year-old martial arts Celestial King?

The person was clearly a martial arts elder in disguise, while he was purely natural.

Glancing to the other side, standing beside him was a bearded elder, fitting the stereotype of a Celestial King.

Immortal demeanor, deep and solemn.

But as Meng Chuan squinted, he found the elder increasingly familiar...

Suddenly, he took out his phone to play a video, in which an old Daoist was sitting on a yoga mat practicing Dragon Sitting Zen...

Lifting his head to confirm again, Meng Chuan suddenly realized.

The person was indeed the true presence of Wudang's Chen Sect Master.

"Principal Sui has connections..."

Suddenly, he remembered his long-awaited [Core Trait of Hard Skills].

Previously verified through various means, he deduced that its key might be hidden within the Daoist hard skills system.

Now witnessing Wudang Sect Master Chen Daoist in person at the school celebration, Meng Chuan felt the opportunity was rare.

Because if he visits Wudang later with Sect Master Chen's endorsement, the skill-seeking plan would certainly proceed more smoothly.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan heard, next were the speeches from the leaders of the school's main campus.

The same old routine, he listened with one ear and out the other.

Privately contemplating how to connect with Sect Master Chen.

"The Martial Extreme True Inheritance battle is today's main event; the person is an invited guest, even if he leaves during the exhibition match, he will return to watch later."

This wasn't because of the earth-shattering fight with Motohiko, but out of respect for Northern United University.

"When the time comes, let me showcase some Daoist techniques, letting Sect Master Chen know there's a Wudang remnant in United University..."

When opportunity arises, one must seize it, Meng Chuan was eager.

It was precisely time, the latent dragon emerges from the abyss!

...

Martial artists still dislike these pompous talks, the long speeches Meng Chuan feared did not occur.

Each leader spoke just two sentences, and the entire speech session was over.

Next was the start of the "exhibition match."

Because Meng Chuan and Motohiko had a significant lead, adding them to compete with martial artists seemed inappropriate.

Therefore, aside from the two graduating martial artists,

other martial artists from each branch school and the main campus enrolled in the Grandmaster Class competed together for ranking.

The top fifty would receive credit rewards, and the first place could challenge him or Motohiko.

If victorious, they could enter, the final battle for Martial Extreme True Inheritance.

But Meng Chuan felt it was actually unnecessary.

The gap between martial artists and martial families was too big.

Even as extraordinary as himself, he couldn't defeat martial family Shi Ying from an ordinary class, let alone others.

At this moment, the square had long been set up with five martial artist match platforms.

Meng Chuan looked from afar, seeing the martial artists gathered below preparing to draw lots for matches.

Time passed slowly, four hours later...

Amidst cheers, the exhibition match was about to end in Perfection, and Meng Chuan's Pile Skill cultivation for the day ended as well.

He had little interest in watching martial artists fight, only glancing when Luo Xu and Meng Jiaolong entered.

After the matches of the two friends ended, Meng Chuan felt sentimental.

If it weren't for his transcendent abilities, perhaps Luo Xu would be Yong'an's number one genius.

He continuously defeated several people, finally losing in the elite eight and finishing eighth.

Northern United University had a total of fifteen campuses, ninety-eight new students in the Grandmaster Class last year, and the lowest cultivation now at the eighth barrier of Qi Blood.

Luo Xu achieving such a ranking was already exceptional.

He surely wouldn't be "optimized" out of Yong'an campus's Grandmaster Class.

Meng Jiaolong was a bit disappointed, out in the first round...

She had come along just for fun, entering the eighth barrier just for participation.

But Chen Qiushui's face didn't look good, though she couldn't do anything.

The daughter had already worked hard, but some things aren't accomplished just by effort...

With top talents gathered, it's about who's gifted and extraordinary, who has more encounters.

She ended up just sighing lightly, quietly walking toward the stands.

After all, the martial path is long, and temporary wins and losses can't decide the future.

After Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng finished their competition, they returned to sit with Meng Chuan in the audience.

As Xu Qingfeng sat down, noticing Meng Chuan standing with Pile Skill, a mysterious aura surrounded him, a presence as solid as a mountain caused him to gasp.

The initial bit of pride quickly vanished at that moment.

He had worked hard to barely squeeze into the top eight, while Meng Chuan had already stepped into the martial family realm.

Between them, the difference began to reveal itself like clouds and mud.

Meng Chuan sensed them approaching, eyes opened with brilliance flowing, the invisible aura around dissipated quietly.

Seeing Xu Qingfeng's gloomy expression, he patted his shoulder and laughed:

"The martial path is still long, you're not far from the martial family."

Xu Qingfeng nodded.

Honestly, he regretted why he was so lazy before.

If one can fight as hard as Meng, one wouldn't just be a Martial Arts Family member, at least they could reach the Martial Artist's Qi Blood limits.

He secretly vowed in his heart:

"From now on, I must work hard, I can't let them leave me too far behind, damn it!"

...

"Alright, no need to feel inferior in front of your Brother Chuan."

With affection, Meng Jiaolong slung an arm around Meng Chuan's shoulder, smiling as she spoke to Xu Qingfeng.

Although she got knocked out in the first round, she knew her own affairs well.

Getting into the Grandmaster Class was already thanks to her mother's blessing, so she didn't ask for much more.

As for credits, with her mother around, it was just a matter of opening her mouth if she needed anything...

Xu Qingfeng nodded silently, transitioning from a battle companion to a learning object.

But regardless of how things changed, Meng Chuan was his buddy, and his growing strength was a good thing.

Recollecting himself, he remembered the faces of the main campus group he had seen just after finishing the match.

Xu Qingfeng sneered:

"Old Meng, take good care of that Motohiko later.

The main campus people are really arrogant, they've already started calling Motohiko [Martial True Inheritance], and saying that you're just a roadside..."

The students from the main campus were proud and wouldn't easily praise others' excellence without seeing Meng Chuan's strength firsthand.

Meng Jiaolong snorted softly, echoing:

"A bunch of snobs looking down on people, relying on the main campus identity, where's that superiority coming from? Go and smack them hard in the face!"

It's alright to be ridiculed for getting knocked out in the first round, but it's not okay for others to ridicule Meng Chuan!

Hearing the indignation in their voices, Meng Chuan nodded and smiled:

"Of course, no problem. I'll deliver them a dose of shock from Yong'an when the time comes."

He didn't mind this group of martial artists from the main campus; let them talk all they want, we'll see the real outcome when it comes to fists and feet.

A strong person doesn't care about what "weaker" people think, and that's a lesson he's recently learned.

Seeing Meng Chuan full of confidence, Meng Jiaolong instead became slightly worried.

She reminded him:

"I just went to ask my mom's friends from the main campus for some inside information.

That Motohiko isn't weak, three of the Martial Arts Family's six acupoints are opened, stepping into the mid-stage, and he recently obtained a Divine Weapon treasure spear.

The combination of Tiger Form and the spear is quite formidable, Meng Chuan, you should be careful..."

"Don't worry, it's no problem."

Meng Chuan comforted.

It's just a spear, no matter how well Motohiko wields it, can he match General Qi?

After training in the imaginary world recently, he's become more adept at dealing with long weapons, it's nothing to fear.

The key is to respect the opponent while keeping a calm mind.

After a brief rest, the exhibition match finally reached the final championship match.

Both contestants were geniuses from the main campus's Grandmaster Class, and the venue was already packed with people cheering for them.

"I told you, the championship is already reserved by our main campus."

"Those branch campus guys are really weak, even if they all gang up, they wouldn't stand a chance against us."

People from other campuses heard this and were angry but didn't dare to speak.

After all, they had a point, if you're not skilled enough, there's nothing left to say.

...

On stage, following the martial artist named Sheng Xin, after he punched his opponent off the ring, the crowd's cheering reached a climax.

"Sheng Xin is unbeatable!"

Someone instigated:

"Impressive, dare to challenge that Meng Chuan?

Just a Martial Arts Family member, take him down!"

In the distance, Xu Qingfeng also couldn't help but admire:

"This guy is indeed formidable; his understanding of Tiger Form Boxing might have reached the martial artist's limit, bearing some potential like Old Meng."

Meng Chuan also nodded.

His opponent was also someone at the Qi Blood limit, yet he won effortlessly, suggesting he must have a deeper understanding of Fist Skills.

It appears the main campus has a very intense Tiger Form atmosphere, with many Elephant Form Sect martial artists being experts in Tiger Form.

As for the one causing trouble, wanting Sheng Xin to challenge him.

Meng Chuan didn't care because, in his eyes, the opponent was just another roadside...

He quietly adjusted his state, ready to go on stage soon.

Defeat Motohiko, showcase Daoist skills, and finally secure the Martial Extreme True Inheritance.

This main campus visit would then be perfect.

He returned to his senses to see Sheng Xin still lingering on the stage.

Meng Chuan looked up, noticing his gaze fixed in Meng Chuan's direction.

"What does that mean?"

Meng Jiaolong also saw this scene, with a strange expression, she said:

"This guy must be out of his mind..."

As she said, right to the point.

On the stage, Sheng Xin accepted a long blade handed by someone nearby.

With a "swoosh," he dragged it along the ground, raising his head and saying loudly:

"I want to challenge Meng Chuan of the Yong'an campus."

As his voice fell, the entire venue froze for a second, then erupted into chaos.

Main campus students were shouting wildly, admiring his courage.

Most people just talk, saying Meng Chuan isn't strong.

But his national champion honor when he was a martial artist was undeniable, and his current Martial Arts Family status was beyond doubt.

"Da Xin is too bold, a real man, counter-attacking a Martial Arts Family member today!"

"I heard Brother Xin sensed his Qi successfully; he didn't use True Qi against Du Yun, so maybe he really could make it!"