With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 105 - 101 Full Training, Birthday Invitation_3

Chapter 105: Chapter 101 Full Training, Birthday Invitation_3

"Teacher, why hasn’t your body changed color from practicing external martial arts?"

"I’m older now and need to earn money to support my family, unlike you who use ointments like daily meals, applying them all over. The ointments on my body have long been absorbed and metabolized.

But you don’t need to worry about that. My former Hard Skills master told me, once Hard Skills reach Perfection, the skin will rejuvenate like peeling.

When that happens, your new skin will be white and tender as before, only showing its strange color when you unleash your power."

"Got it."

Meng Chuan nodded.

The Muscle Nourishing Ointment is indeed quite useful, enough for the current proficiency level of the Qi Nourishing Armor Technique.

After breaking through to mastery, he plans to try the stronger Bone Tempering Blood Formation Ointment.

If the strength of the strikes isn’t sufficient, it could actually harm the body, so Meng Chuan didn’t start using it right away.

Moreover, it’s not cheap. Its price is about the same as the marked-up Esoteric Sect’s body refining oil; Meng Chuan was already prepared for a long period of austerity.

"Sigh, I still need to think of a way to earn money."

Thinking of money, Meng Chuan suddenly remembered that there seems to be a school joint competition in October.

At that time, 24 high schools in Yong’an will gather to compete, and the winner is humorously called this year’s most powerful high school rookie king.

Principal Zong hasn’t told him the specific rewards, but Meng Chuan estimates that for such a large competition, there should be at least a few hundred thousand in Martial Arts scholarships.

It’s said that a genius from the Northern United University’s preparatory class will also participate, giving Meng Chuan a reason to secretly motivate himself to work hard.

"Qi Blood cultivation should not stagnate. It would be best to cultivate the Bone Penetration quality of the Crushing Fist by October for greater assurance."

Heavy strikes with Light Body and Bone Penetration, combined with the Killing Intent Fist he recently comprehended.

Meng Chuan couldn’t imagine what kind of monstrous six-gate genius could defeat someone like him with such advantages.

"Still, I shouldn’t underestimate the heroes of the world. I shouldn’t get complacent; continue practicing the punches!"

Before realizing it, time had already flown by to noon.

Meng Chuan talked with Wang Yue about dinner at the canteen.

"Brother Chuan, I’ll call my family bodyguard then."

Meng Chuan nodded.

"No need, we’re just having a meal and heading back, no big deal."

Wang Yue waved his hand and said:

"That’s not okay. I’m the only son my father has. Who’s going to spend his money if something happens to me?"

"...I’ll thank you on behalf of your dad; you’re quite considerate."

Wang Yue hesitated and said:

"By the way... Brother Chuan, can I bring Qin Mengya along?"

The two have been quite close recently, walking to and from school together.

"That’s fine, just another pair of chopsticks."

...

After lunch.

It was time for Meng Chuan’s usual post-meal training. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, immediately positioning himself into a stance for Human Posture practice.

Two hours later, feeling a slight progress in the Human Posture that hadn’t moved in a while, he finally stood still and ended his practice.

After a few more rounds of punches, sweat beaded on Meng Chuan’s forehead. As he caught his breath, Liu Ru’s image suddenly appeared in his mind.

Recently, Sister Ru often invited him to eat together. Since today was his birthday, it seemed like a good time to invite her to join.

Meng Chuan took out his phone and called Liu Ru:

"Sister Ru, it’s my birthday tonight. How about having dinner together?"

On the other end, Venom’s eyes flashed with sinister glee upon hearing Meng Chuan’s words.

"This little brat finally took the bait. I’ll make sure to torture him to death, hahahaha..."

Yet in a split second, it restrained its emotions, cleared its throat, and switched to a sweet tone:

"Sure, just the two of us?"

Meng Chuan replied with a smile:

"No, a few of my friends will be joining us as well."

After a brief silence on the other end, a cold voice echoed in the heart:

"No problem, if they’re in the way, just swallow them all."

But outwardly, Sister Ru remained gentle:

"Alright then."

Meng Chuan continued:

"Sister Ru, let’s meet at the Eternal Blessing Banquet at six thirty."

Liu Ru softly agreed, and after hanging up the phone, a strange smile appeared on her lips.

After hanging up the phone, Venom could no longer suppress its form. Liu Ru’s body began to transform, like melting wax. Her slender neck rippled with tar-like waves.

Black liquid erupted from her ear canals, and solidified into fierce dark fangs lining her delicate jawline.

The liquid traveled upwards, enveloping her entire face.

Vicious white eyes surfaced with malice on the black skull, and the hanging black hair transformed into writhing black living fibers upon touching her cheeks.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, wait for your end, Meng Chuan!"

...

The Eternal Blessing Banquet.

A few people sat around in a private room.

Liu Ru dressed up meticulously today, wearing a light blue tight-fitting dress, paired with slightly sheer 30D black stockings.

To everyone’s surprise, Venom’s fashion sense wasn’t bad, contrasting sharply with the youthful martial artists around her.

Le Ping couldn’t help but exclaim at Sister Ru’s exceptional beauty today:

"Brother Chuan, you’ve really got some style!"

Zong Ping’s school was far away; he specifically requested his once-a-month leave for this gathering.

Meng Chuan hadn’t seen Zong Ping for a while, and as soon as the latter arrived, he enthusiastically called out.

Zong Ping asked in surprise:

"Brother Chuan, I heard you’ve already broken through to the sixth gate?"

Meng Chuan nodded slightly.

Zong Ping curiously continued:

"That’s impressive! How’s your Qi Blood now? I’m still stuck at the fifth gate."

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and replied:

"I just tested it a few days ago, over forty."

Zong Ping clicked his tongue secretly. Studying in the third preparatory class at Northern United University, even the first in his class couldn’t match Meng Chuan’s Qi Blood progress.

Moreover, even upperclassmen frequently hovered around the sixth gate, struggling to break through.

At this point, Le Ping stood up and raised his glass, saying loudly:

"Come on, everyone, raise a glass! Happy birthday, Brother Chuan!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and laughter and cheer echoed throughout the room.

Apart from Liu Ru, everyone present was still a student, so they toasted with juice instead of alcohol.

Everyone stood up to congratulate him, and Meng Chuan smiled, motioning for everyone to sit down.

"In the future, when we go to college, we might be far apart. I wish all of you great success in Martial Arts!"

Everyone raised their glasses, shouting in unison:

"Great success in Martial Arts!"