With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 102 - 100: Liu Ru Invites Guests, Duomo Finally Achieved

Chapter 102: Chapter 100: Liu Ru Invites Guests, Duomo Finally Achieved

Afterward, Meng Chuan stood before the post, slowly assuming the starting position of Luo’s Baji Fist.

In an instant, a chilling murderous intent began to gather in the palm of his hand.

Although the surrounding classmates couldn’t see anything, they instinctively moved away from Meng Chuan.

Ever since Meng Chuan mastered the intent to kill, every time he gathered this intent while practicing his fists, it would involuntarily affect those around him.

With his current level of willpower, he was far from reaching the level of mastery where it could be freely controlled like Master Luo.

Affecting his classmates was a helpless move, but Meng Chuan found that when he gathered this willpower, it was as if inspiration burst forth from within as he practiced.

Allowing him to punch more freely and feel exceptionally at ease.

Moreover, through testing, the timely data feedback on the panel also proved his idea was correct.

[Luo’s Baji Fist] → Mastery 99%, Great Success 1%, Great Success 2%...

Time quietly passed by, two hours flew by in an instant.

When Meng Chuan came to his senses, he found that his primary fist skill had already stepped into the stage of great success.

At this moment, he still felt the heat in his hands, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and then began practicing the Beng Quan he had "secretly learned".

His hands shadowed with overlapping fists, his arms swiftly advancing and retreating straightly, drawing afterimages.

The piercing wind "whooshed" past his ears, with extraordinary momentum.

Due to the interconnected principles, in Meng Chuan’s mind at this moment, the proficiency of Beng Quan on the panel was rapidly advancing, with prompts coming every few minutes.

However, the long-term exertion of qi and blood in practicing fists made Meng Chuan feel fatigued.

He then stopped and stood still, as Beng Quan borrowed the profound insights gained from the breakthrough in Luo’s Baji, achieving significant progress.

[Beng Quan: Beginner (53%) → (84%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

His qi and blood were mostly consumed by the practicing of fists; only after Meng Chuan stopped did he feel the rebelling sounds from his stomach and he glanced up at the clock on the wall.

"Time to eat!"

...

In the afternoon.

The increase in muscle activity was indeed useful, as after recuperating his qi and blood, Meng Chuan performed Luo’s Baji Fist a few more times.

Practicing martial arts still needs a balance of tension and relaxation, and after lying on the floor of the Martial Arts Dojo and watching two more of Teacher Chen Yu’s online classes, Meng Chuan planned to go home.

Just as he got up, the phone rang suddenly.

The screen showed a call from Liu Ru, and Meng Chuan answered:

[Meng Chuan, I saw online that a new hot pot opened at the bridge street corner, with pretty good ratings.]

Before Meng Chuan could speak, Liu Ru continued:

[Actually, the main reason is I want to treat you to a meal to repay you for the incident at the dojo competition last time.]

Venom read Liu Ru’s memory, thought about it for a whole day, and barely came up with this clumsy reason.

[No need, Sister Ru, it wasn’t a big deal.]

[I truly want to treat you to a meal and thank you in person, just don’t refuse anymore.]

On this end of the phone, in Meng Chuan’s mind inexplicably emerged the image of tight purple yoga pants.

He wasn’t a saint, being a young man full of vigor and honestly, he was a bit tempted to go...

"Forget it, practicing martial arts is still preferable."

Meng Chuan quickly brushed his granite-like muscles, suppressing the nameless fire in his mind.

[Forget it, Sister Ru, the situation outside the city with the Demon Nest is still unstable, you better not go out at night, it’s still important to guard against the Celestial Demons.]

After saying this, Meng Chuan worried about his unstable state of mind and hastily hung up the phone.

On the other end, Liu Ru remained silent for a long time.

"This kid is so careful about his life..."

...

After dinner, Meng Chuan returned to his room to begin practicing the Pile Skill.

He stood quietly by the bed, and during the stance, his breathing grew even calmer.

If an outsider looked from afar, Meng Chuan’s posture would seem as if he had fallen asleep, without a hint of movement.

But this is exactly one of the proofs of reaching a high level in Pile Skill.

[Taiyi Three Talents Posture: Human Posture (69%) → (70%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

The 70% mark is a major threshold, also the last hurdle in the Human Posture realm.

Meng Chuan calmly crossed it relying on persistence and evidence of progress.

It wasn’t until the panel prompted the breakthrough that Meng Chuan slowly moved, slightly stiff due to the long-standing posture.

Once his limbs relaxed, Meng Chuan could sincerely feel that his body seemed to have grown lighter.

It was as if the harmony between flesh and spirit had risen another notch.

Meng Chuan was not like those martial artists with introspection ability, and the specific reactions after breakthroughs would still require future practice and exploration.

In fact, once the proficiency reaches 70%, whether it’s the Xingyi Human Posture or Elephant Form Tiger Posture, the difficulty of cultivation will rise to a higher step.

Meng Chuan roughly felt that based on his current state, if he could maintain it, standing the full time of Pile Skill daily, a monthly improvement of two to three points should not be difficult.

This was already considered fast, like teachers Liang Weilong and Chen Tie of the martial arts class at the school.

They have been standing for so many years, still stuck at around eighty or ninety.

However, this also relates to the fact that later on, they gave up standing on piles.

Standing on piles is a time-consuming hard work, primarily to enhance the martial artist’s qi and blood capacity limit.

If the qi and blood can’t be improved, expanding the physical vessel is of no use.

Just as Meng Chuan was pondering the Pile Skill, there came a knock on the door.

"Chuan’er, your package has arrived!"

Meng Chuan’s thoughts were interrupted, and he went to open the door.

Only to see his aunt holding a foam box wrapped securely in her arms.

He quickly reached out to take it.

His aunt, panting and catching her breath, said after a moment:

"This box is so heavy, what on earth did you buy?

The delivery owner said the package is insured for a million, I was terrified of accidentally dropping it."

It turns out Xue Na had just finished square dancing downstairs and went by the station to help Meng Chuan pick up a package.

After receiving the box, Meng Chuan used his palm as a knife, exerting force at his fingertips to gently slice open the seam of the box.

With a soft "hiss", the box opened like a charm.

A glance revealed a hint of delight in Meng Chuan’s eyes, it was the Esoteric Sect Body Conditioning Oil he had been longing for.

His aunt curiously eyed the foam box on the table, asking, "Chuan’er, what exactly is this?"

Meng Chuan took out the Esoteric Oil and explained:

"These are things used for martial arts, brought from the Western Regions.

Because they are all in glass bottles, they are easy to bump and break, so the insurance value is so high."

Standing by, Xue Na’s eyes showed a trace of curiosity, and she couldn’t help but ask:

"How much does this cost?"

Meng Chuan paused, his tone calm:

"These add up to a total of 250,000."

Upon hearing this, Xue Na was suddenly shocked.

She carefully picked up one of the bottles, only to see the yellowish, muddy liquid inside flow slowly, looking quite worthless.

"Just this thing can actually be sold so expensively? Forget it, make sure to check the items thoroughly, I don’t understand the world of you martial artists."

As she was about to leave so as not to disturb Meng Chuan’s martial arts practice, she turned around and said through gritted teeth:

"If you run out of money, tell your aunt, your uncle and I still... still have some savings."

Meng Chuan smiled and agreed.

After his aunt left, Meng Chuan repeatedly watched the training video of [Doma Iron Arm].

After silently memorizing all the pressure points on his arm that were hit, he finally went to sleep with peace of mind.

...

The next day.

Meng Chuan arrived at the school’s martial arts dojo early in the morning, practicing fists while waiting for Teacher Chen Tie.

Recently, the two of them would spar at school, so upon seeing Meng Chuan greet him,

Chen Tie, being a person of few and harsh words, struck towards Meng Chuan’s neck from behind, intending to hit from the head down to the calves.

Meng Chuan reacted extremely quickly, hurriedly jumping aside and saying:

"Teacher, wait a moment, I’m applying some oil."

Upon saying this, Meng Chuan picked up the Esoteric Oil, gently unscrewing the cap.

Recalling the dosage described in last night’s video, he carefully applied the Esoteric Oil evenly on his arms.

As the Esoteric Oil was applied, an indescribable strange smell spread.

Teacher Chen Tie, already weary from an early morning class at eight, now frowned slightly upon smelling this odor.

He covered his mouth and nose, asking in confusion:

"Are you applying dung? It stinks so bad; I won’t hit if that gets on my hands, what then?"

Meng Chuan patiently explained to the teacher.

Only then did Chen Tie understand, and asked speechlessly:

"Are you being stubborn again? Didn’t I tell you, you’ve already practiced top-level hard skills, and even if both can be practiced together, this third-rate one basically has no effect, plus it smells so strong."

He had heard of Meng Chuan’s story, persisting in practice for twelve and a half years, becoming a legend in the realm of Guoyi Fist.

Meng Chuan’s eyes revealed confidence:

"Didn’t I succeed?"

Chen Tie was speechless at these words, stunned for a moment.

He shook his head with a wry smile:

"You’re just stubborn, come on then."

...

The familiar sound of slaps echoed out.

As Teacher Chen Tie’s striking movements reached the arms area.

Meng Chuan guided Teacher Chen Tie to strike the specific pressure points described in the video.

His body carefully sensed, finding indeed it did not affect the Qi Nourishing Armor training.

With each precise strike from Teacher Chen Tie, the Esoteric Oil applied on Meng Chuan’s arm gradually seeped into the muscles through those pressure points, slowly merging with his body.

A few minutes later, a prompt appeared on the panel.

The words [Doma Iron Arm] had clearly manifested.

"It’s done!"

Meng Chuan exhaled a long breath, feeling a bit of joy:

"It was worth spending the 250,000!"

Chen Tie was helping Meng Chuan with the striking up to his chest, noticing a slightly relieved expression on Meng Chuan’s face when he looked up.

"Can’t understand the young people today..."

After finishing the striking, Meng Chuan eagerly checked the panel.

[Doma Iron Arm: Beginner (5%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Arm of Rock (Basic)]

Meng Chuan smiled knowingly, it was successful!

Besides, with the Qi Nourishing Armor’s proficiency increasing rapidly, once the medicine is completely absorbed, it can still surge upward.

Before he could ponder in detail, a scorching sensation emerged from his arms.

Meng Chuan’s expression changed slightly, and it wasn’t until half an hour later that the burning sensation gradually faded.

He thought silently:

"The inability to practice fists when the burning sensation appears is a small flaw, but the duration is short and acceptable."

...

Time swiftly passed, and Meng Chuan remained immersed in the world of martial arts without rest.

On May 28, at the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Meng Chuan swung his lone arm like a steel whip, slicing through the air, while simultaneously bursting forward, accompanied by the sound of "swoosh" as his body instantaneously closed in beneath Chen Xuewu’s trajectory.

He successfully anticipated the opponent’s attack trajectory.

Immediately, he sank his waist, sat like a horse, used his shoulder as a fulcrum, bearing the opponent’s full weight, and then suddenly exerted force to fling Chen Xuewu’s entire body into the air.

Although the Doma Iron Arm and Qi Nourishing Armor Technique, as the teacher had said, indeed had overlapping effects.

Except for the trait, the strength in both arms had ultimately increased by three parts.

If not for this, just now, this move of Luo’s Baji [Mountain-Carrying Skill], might not have been displayed so smoothly.

"Brother Meng, your strength is getting bigger and bigger."

Chen Xuewu rubbed the sore and numb part of his body, his eyes, however, were fixed on Meng Chuan’s arms:

"But the color of your arms..."

At this moment, Meng Chuan’s arms, through the sunlight from the window, vaguely glowed deep yellow.

Probably because the effect of the Esoteric Oil and Muscle Regeneration Ointment reacted, making the originally sallow arms turn a dark brown, which looked as if they were cast with molten iron at first glance.