With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 123 - 112: Esoteric Sect Ritual, Killing Intent Cultivation

Chapter 123: Chapter 112: Esoteric Sect Ritual, Killing Intent Cultivation

Meng Chuan shattered several more wooden stakes; the destructive power of the Cannon Fist was too great. If he were to let loose completely, the dojo’s floor would be worn bare in two days.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the iron core stakes nearby.

"No way, I can’t break through the iron core ones. I won’t be able to observe the effects of different exertion techniques."

Just then, Le Ping came over with Meng Chuan’s cup.

"Brother Chuan, have some water and take a break. You’ve been hitting all afternoon; you need to balance work and rest."

Watching Le Ping approach, Meng Chuan suddenly had a bold idea.

He casually picked up a soft armor left on the ground, used by other low-level martial arts students to prevent injuries during practice.

Meng Chuan held the armor and walked directly towards Le Ping, then put it on him.

"Brother Ping, I haven’t asked you for much, have I? Can you do me a favor? I only need to practice for a little while."

.....

Changyue Square Street.

At Chen Tie’s home.

In early August, Meng Chuan took a summer break with the senior high school martial arts students.

At school, he had already made arrangements with Teacher Chen Tie.

As long as he was free, he would meet daily at 9 AM at his home, unfailingly.

Chen Tie’s living room was quite large. Meng Chuan single-handedly picked up the two-meter-wide glass coffee table in the middle of the room, moving it to the wall for easier practice later.

Time ticked away slowly.

After helping Meng Chuan with the punching practice, Chen Tie also began to take off his vest.

He initially didn’t want to work overtime; he wanted to enjoy a summer vacation without having to help Meng Chuan practice strikes.

But Meng Chuan said he could help with his practice too, achieving great results, with acupuncture points fully engaged, which was reassuring.

So he agreed, as finding a random instructor outside wasn’t cheap.

As he took off, Chen Tie doubtfully questioned:

"I’m at Qi Blood Level Eight, plus Iron Cloth Shirt perfection; can you manage to strike me?"

Meng Chuan remained silent, merely flexing his wrists.

Moments later, Meng Chuan said:

"Old Tie, stand straight."

With a face full of questions, Chen Tie nevertheless followed Meng Chuan’s words, standing straight like a wooden stake.

"You know the acupuncture points for the Iron Cloth Shirt, right? Don’t hit the wrong ones..."

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chuan stepped quickly towards Chen Tie with his right foot, then delivered a fierce palm strike!

"Ah! Damn it!"

Chen Tie howled miserably, his back hunching in pain like a prawn.

In Meng Chuan’s mind, Cannon Fist proficiency +1.

"Ah, that felt great!"

Seeing his teacher’s displeased expression, he quickly offered a sheepish smile to appease him, saying:

"Iron Master, sorry, I didn’t control the force well enough. Let’s try again."

Chen Tie rubbed his waist and stood up straight again; he indeed felt a bit of sensation from the Iron Cloth Shirt acupuncture points, so he decided to give Meng Chuan another chance.

"Do we have a grudge or something for you to use so much force? Take it easy; we need to keep going for half an hour."

Meng Chuan felt a thrill in his heart, thinking, half an hour ought to gain quite a bit of proficiency.

"Are you ready, Iron Master? My Cannon... I mean, my striking force control isn’t that great, so give me feedback promptly so I can adjust."

The crisp sound of his wrist snapping continued to echo, while the Cannon Fist unleashed itself on Chen Tie with abandon!

"The feedback from a real person is indeed better, far superior to wooden stakes or soft armor, and there’s even real-time vocal feedback."

"The force was too light, not enough stimulation to the acupoints."

"Hey, hey, hey, that’s too heavy, ease up."

After half an hour, both of them were satisfied, and Meng Chuan helped Teacher Chen Tie apply the Muscle Regeneration Ointment on his back.

The process of applying the ointment was also quite painful, with the corners of Chen Tie’s mouth twitching.

"Xiaomeng, your Iron Arm training hasn’t been in vain; the force was quite penetrating, and the acupoints really feel swollen now."

"As long as it works. Continue tomorrow?"

"Continue!"

.....

As the effects of the Esoteric Oil on his arms began to manifest, Meng Chuan’s arms felt an itchy peeling sensation.

Looking at the panel again, he immediately realized that the Doma Iron Arm was about to break through.

After finishing applying the ointment for Chen Tie, Meng Chuan hurried to the side.

He took out the specially prepared aroma lamp and a gray-brown scroll scripture from his bag, with bold words printed on it: Sutra of Rebirth Great Chu Pinyin Version.

At that moment, Chen Tie was applying ointment to his own stomach and didn’t notice Meng Chuan’s actions.

He set up the items one by one, then sat cross-legged on the cushion.

"Iron Master, don’t say anything for now; please stay quiet."

These preparatory rituals are necessary for an Esoteric Hard Skills breakthrough.

Then he lit the aroma lamp and began chanting the completely incomprehensible scripture, following the pinyin.

Upon hearing Meng Chuan jabber away, Chen Tie stopped applying the ointment, looked up at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

Meng Chuan didn’t respond; the entire process couldn’t be interrupted by talking, so he made a shushing gesture towards Chen Tie.

Ten minutes later, a prompt sound came through his mind.

[Doma Iron Arm: Proficient (99%) → Perfect (1%), Awaiting Limit Breaking]

The advancement completed, Meng Chuan immediately extinguished the aroma lamp and tossed the scripture aside, providing an explanation to Chen Tie.

Chen Tie was deeply shocked; he didn’t expect the Esoteric Hard Skills to involve mysticism.

He couldn’t help but urge Meng Chuan:

"You should practice less of these sinister things in the future. There might really be gods in this world,

for example, the gods like Mahakala and Avalokitesvara that most people in the Western Regions believe in. Don’t offend them and get struck by lightning."

Seeing Meng Chuan discarding the sutras after using them, he knew Meng Chuan treated them only as tools for cultivation, without the slightest reverence, let alone faith.

Meng Chuan smiled and nodded, indicating he understood.

Master Luo had specifically told him before.

[In this world, there are no gods!]

[Even if there are, they are beings of immense strength, strong enough to surpass the common understanding, thus earning the title of gods.]

Meng Chuan somewhat agreed with Master Luo’s words, he thought to himself.

"For instance, the martial arts path where no one has yet reached the eighth limit.

The seventh limit is known as the Great Saint Realm, so for anyone who advances to the eighth limit or even breakthroughs beyond into higher unknown realms, calling them Martial God wouldn’t be inappropriate!"

...

Taking advantage of the body’s recovery after a spar, two Qi Blood novice martial artists thoroughly discussed various fantasies about the Martial God.

Once their skin gradually regained sensitivity, they reluctantly concluded their conversation.

On the tram ride home, Meng Chuan gazed at the scenery whizzing past, feeling eager inside.

He roughly calculated.

If he could constantly use the Cloud-Ascending Ladder combined with Inch Step to hurry along, he could move even faster than riding the tram.

But with the Silver Medal allowing free rides, conserving energy for punching seemed more worthwhile.

...

Half a month later.

Inside the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Meng Chuan stood before the iron-core pile, emanating an indescribable aura, like a ferocious beast ready to strike first!

Instantly, Meng Chuan made his move, fiercely unleashing a sequence of short punches, relentlessly striking the wooden stake.

The crisp sounds of punches landed incessantly, each one imbued with a will to kill.

Wood chips flew as the punch marks indented into the iron core beneath.

The depth of willpower, even for a Martial Arts Family, lies in ceaseless learning, attempting to master its usage.

Thus, even more so for the martial artist Meng Chuan. He could only choose to draw parallels, as his understanding of the wood attribute’s penetrative force grew deeper, he also became more skilled in attaching killing intent.

At this moment, Luo Guanyun happened to finish leading a member lesson and came out for some fresh air.

Seeing Meng Chuan practicing his willpower on the wooden stake, he approached to instruct:

"When you practice killing intent, first adjust your attitude, not with the extreme emotion of wanting to tear the other apart.

But rather, try to slowly mobilize it to roam within you, embracing it as part of yourself, naturally letting it manifest,

it originally is your own unique power, it doesn’t need to be summoned out of overwhelming negative emotion,

in fact, since the first day you discovered it, it has always existed within you."

"It sounds mysterious, watch my demonstration carefully, like this."

Luo Guanyun put down his teacup, and began instructing hand in hand.

After a while, Meng Chuan somewhat understood Master Luo’s meaning.

"Don’t forcefully strike, just naturally attach it, treating it as a passive skill."

With this thought, Meng Chuan casually threw a punch at the wooden stake.

Not good, as expected, it failed to attach, with not a hint of killing intent...

"Master Luo, I’ll practice a while longer by myself, you can rest for now."

Luo Guanyun took a sip of hot tea, then said lightly:

"No worries, you practice your own, my guidance serves as my rest.

"Those blockheads can’t even learn Cannon Fist distinctly, if they really were to train Dragon Seated Zen, it’ll take a lifetime to master."

"By the way, haven’t asked recently, have you mastered it?"

Meng Chuan responded helplessly:

"Already mastered..."

Luo Guanyun encouraged:

"Good, remember to occasionally practice it during rest, can indeed relax the mind."

"Alright, continue with your punches, attack me."

Meng Chuan folded his hands and said:

"Offending Master Luo."

Facing Meng Chuan’s attack, Luo Guanyun waved his hands like the wind, casually neutralizing the oncoming strikes.

Suddenly the sound of breaking wind came, Meng Chuan’s wrist trembled and transformed palm into fist, rapidly advancing from his hidden waist, the sharp sound directly attacked Luo Guanyun’s abdomen.

Luo Guanyun showed a pleased expression, rotated his body to dodge, and countered by gripping Meng Chuan’s returning fist.

"Is this Collapsing Fist? It looks perfected, with an unstoppable momentum."

Luo Guanyun gently pushed, returning Meng Chuan’s fist.

"Try this again, Master Luo."

Meng Chuan gathered energy, his body emitted crackling sounds, each vein like old tree roots entangled around blood vessels, appearing particularly daunting in the muscular grooves, with all four hard skills fully mobilized!

He then stomped heavily, his robust physique flipped and shook the ground, lunging towards Luo Guanyun like a hungry tiger.

At a distance of three zhang, in an instant.

The strong muscles weren’t a burden to Meng Chuan’s speed, but instead provided more explosive burst power.

He shook his left arm like a spring, brushed aside Master Luo’s blocking hand, immediately followed with his right hand gripping and grabbing accompanied by a whistling wind, subtle killing intent entwined within the palm.

Luo Guanyun swiftly retreated, using his elbow to ward off Meng Chuan’s colliding palm strike.

Feeling the slight numb sensation from the arm, he knew the disciple’s mastery in this strike was indeed honed!