With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 124 - 113: Future Title, Wudang Recruiting

Chapter 124: Chapter 113: Future Title, Wudang Recruiting

"Using the power of penetration to comprehend kill intent, it’s a good idea.

However, your kill intent only has the form of cohesion but lacks substance; you need to continue to hone and polish it.

Once you can do it like me, then you’ve truly mastered the first ’Cohesion’ stage."

Luo Guanyun instructed verbally while his hands moved like an eagle pecking, fingers tapping continuously on Meng Chuan’s upper arm.

At first, Meng Chuan felt no unusual sensation on his skin, neither pain nor itch.

Gradually, he watched as small red marks appeared on his arm, visible bruises forming.

"Unless your hard skills reach a very high level, you can’t block the penetrating effect of willpower, even if I just lightly tap your arm a few times."

Meng Chuan nodded to show his understanding.

"Thank you for the guidance, Master Luo."

This also served as a caution to Meng Chuan, not to become reckless just because he has hard skills as his backing; there are too many methods in this world to break hard skills.

"But don’t be discouraged; among your peers, unless their methods are special, it’s extremely difficult to break your hard skills."

He now had protection from four hard skills; not to mention peers, even instructors couldn’t break his defense in a short time when he exerted himself fully.

Luo Guanyun continued:

"Isn’t it October when you take the joint examination? The top scorer this time will have bonus points added for the national martial arts exam; our goal is to enter the Grandmaster Class, keep working hard!"

"During the joint examination, reveal your hard skills as your visible card, and conceal your kill intent as your hidden card; unleash it at the critical moment to secure victory!"

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement. He thought the same; surprises are needed for a lethal move.

Luo Guanyun raised his hand to check the time.

"I’ll teach you more about the application of kill intent, listen carefully..."

Half an hour passed, and Meng Chuan gained significant insights, eager to apply it in practical combat immediately.

Meanwhile, the other students who sneaked into the lecture were confused, each furrowing their brows, unable to understand what was being discussed.

These concepts were too profound for them, generally requiring an extremely solid foundation and a stroke of fortune, likely only comprehensible by a martial arts family.

"What is kill intent, I don’t have it."

"One must draw blood to have it; I’ve heard that dozen souls already perished under the senior brother’s hand."

"Oh gosh, so fierce, no wonder recently practicing punches, just a glance from senior brother scares me immensely."

"That’s not kill intent, you’re just too timid..."

...

Ignoring the chatter, Meng Chuan, seeing Master Luo ready to return to class, quickly asked one last question:

"Master Luo, besides kill intent, what other willpower forms are there?"

He was rather greedy; seeing kill intent so useful, he wanted to seek out opportunities to comprehend other forms.

"There are countless others; nearly all human emotions can transform from virtual to real, and upon comprehension, convert into personal willpower. This is the true allure of martial arts.

The most common form that corresponds to slaughter is protective will; basically, martial arts families focused on body refinement can comprehend it."

He immediately found interest in the idea of layering defenses.

He asked again:

"Can those martial arts families focused on body refinement who cherish their own feathers and are unwilling to protect others also comprehend it?"

Willpower is related to the human heart, Meng Chuan was curious about whether one’s nature, if contrary to willpower, could still comprehend it.

Luo Guanyun delivered a chop to his neck.

"Arguing? Then, theoretically speaking, who stipulated that one must protect others; isn’t protecting oneself considered protection too?"

On the way back to his personal Martial Arts Chamber, Luo Guanyun silently mused:

"This kid is now versatile in offense and defense, hard skills for protection, kill intent for attacking; if he learns the lightning true skill that combines speed and destructive power in the future, his combat capabilities will be unimaginable."

When martial artists break through the first major limit and achieve the martial arts family status, they can register with the Martial Arts Association and choose a title for themselves.

The title is the face of a martial arts family; choosing poorly will invite disdain and contempt from others.

Yet, if the title is overly pretentious, like King or Emperor, it makes one appear foolish.

For example, previously, a warrior aged 50 fortunately advanced to martial arts family, practicing Wudang Yin-Yang Tai Chi.

He ultimately chose the title ’Mysterious True Martial,’ but within a year, he went mad from practicing and passed away.

If one’s power can’t support the title, they will suffer backlash from unseen forces; many lively examples prove this point, ending in a tragic fate...

Thus, usually, if one has a master, the master will choose it for them, with a plan for replacing it with a fitting title upon rising in strength.

Luo Guanyun was always forward-thinking; even though Meng Chuan was far from the martial arts family status, he had already begun worrying about future affairs.

"I need to think of a future title for him; this kid practices too diversely; it’s hard to come up with one..."

...

Seeing Master Luo heading back to his class, Meng Chuan went to the martial arts school to practice punching with Master Zhao a little longer. Master Zhao suffered under Meng Chuan’s Iron Fist terribly.

Time flew by amidst punches and kicks.

He glanced at the electronic clock on the wall; it was already five in the afternoon. He packed up his things and went home.

After dinner.

Meng Chuan meditated for half an hour using Dragon Sitting Meditation to train his spiritual power, with the online course of [Thick Earth Dragon King Chen Yu] playing on his phone.

Lately, he had been busy with martial arts training, and his online course progress had fallen behind significantly. Listening to Professor Chen’s lecture proved to be quite rewarding for Meng Chuan.

After half an hour passed, Meng Chuan stopped meditating, surprised to find that his Dragon Sitting Meditation had finally made some progress.

"Not easy at all. I need to continue practicing daily. With One Certainty as my foundation, I cannot believe I won’t achieve perfection."

Leisure time was over; next came the painful Pile Skill session.

As his mastery of the Pile Skill increased, Meng Chuan’s standing meditation time grew longer. Now, he needed to stand for nearly seven hours a day to reach his limit.

This morning, he managed to stand for over four hours. With less than three hours left, Meng Chuan decided to stand until he finished before going to bed.

If no other matters interfered, he usually filled his daily standing meditation time to the maximum.

At the same time, he was quite curious; once he maxed out the progress, if he broke the limit of [Taiyi Three Talents Posture: Human Posture] and reported it to the Martial Arts Association, what kind of reward he would receive.

This was the martial arts foundation for countless Xingyi practitioners. His resources and reputation would likely explode instantly, and a golden medal reward shouldn’t be a problem.

Meng Chuan came back to his senses, discarding these unrealistic fantasies for now.

"Better think about how to break the limit of the Collapse Fist next..."

...

August 25th.

The summer vacation was nearing its end, and Meng Chuan, as usual, exchanged blows with Teacher Chen Tie in the morning.

Today, the Doma Iron Leg reached proficiency. Meng Chuan borrowed the bathroom at Chen Tie’s home to look at himself in the mirror, raising his leg.

Similar to the previous changes in his arms, it gradually began turning from a normal skin tone to a deep yellow, as if coated with a layer of iron powder.

Meng Chuan bent down and gently tapped his calf. After channeling power into his leg, it truly emitted a clear ringing sound like that of striking a steel pipe.

"The Doma Skill is not simple; its Armor Wearing Skill reaches the top tier of excellence. After training, the body can still experience noticeable enhancements."

Meng Chuan didn’t know whether it was because the hard skills of Great Chu were different from those of the Esoteric Sect, or if the Doma hard skills themselves had miraculous effects.

But the body parts needing strikes, the acupoints remained identical for both, indicating that the cultivation technique itself was quite powerful.

After coming out of the restroom, Chen Tie handed him a plate of watermelon, and the two chatted while eating.

With limited time for Chen Yu’s online course, Chen Tie supplemented him with plenty of relevant knowledge on hard skills.

"Body refinement isn’t a matter of day or two; you don’t need to push yourself to practice hitting every single day.

Strike for a period, then take a break. You need to give your body time to digest and grow, preventing it from collapsing and depleting your Qi Blood."

Meng Chuan felt that Chen Tie made sense, yet he sensed that his body, due to various traits stacking together, was not only vigorous but perhaps excessively so.

Sometimes at night before sleep, he even wanted to let his thoughts take flight temporarily, but remembering that this was part of his martial arts essence, he suppressed the urge and practiced fist skills more intently to shed these thoughts.

While eating watermelon, he checked the Limit Breaking panel.

The recently learned Iron Cloth Shirt would likely become proficient in about a week. Due to the high rank and effectiveness of the Armor Wearing Skill.

He estimated that after the Iron Cloth Shirt breakthrough, his body wouldn’t change much; further training would be needed to observe changes.

As for the Armor Wearing form that Meng Chuan mastered early on, achieving proficiency was still quite a distance away. As the signature hard skill of Wudang, it wasn’t something easily mastered.

Just a few days ago, Luo Guanyun even discussed his progress with the Mountain Shifting Daoist, asking for help in vetting.

The Mountain Shifting Daoist thought Luo Guanyun was bragging, saying this progress was nearing Godspeed.

He himself took over four years to master it to perfection; Meng Chuan’s current speed promised that in less than three years, he’ll surely achieve perfection.

[Have you considered letting your disciple come to Wudang in the future?]

The Mountain Shifting Daoist wanted to recruit him. Old Luo’s disciple was so outstanding that he had to help the school to secure him.

[Why not? When Northern United University exchanges martial arts knowledge with Wudang in the future, he’ll head over.]

[...Scram, don’t call me just to bother me in the future.]

...

Coming back to his senses, Meng Chuan took a small fruit paring knife, preparing an ointment for wound healing.

The most miraculous aspect of the Armor Wearing Skill was the thin film formed by Qi Blood and acupoints, protecting both internally and externally.

This thin film adhered to Meng Chuan’s accomplished Iron Arms. He used the force of a Third Level Martial Artist to cut into his arm with the blade.

Like cutting through tough cowhide, Meng Chuan added more force to his hand—followed by a "pop" sound, the film was barely pierced.

The blade continued to scrape against the Iron Arms, again blocked by the skin as hard as iron.

Meng Chuan increased his force further; still, he couldn’t cut through—unless he used Power to tear the skin open, regular tools were becoming incapable of injuring him.

Next, he turned the knife, placed his arm on the table, and the knife tip plunged straight down towards his arm.

Chen Tie, beside him, watched in astonishment—this fellow was quite ruthless to himself.

With the force concentrated on a smaller area, Meng Chuan’s arm was successfully nicked by the tip. He took the prepared ointment and lightly applied it. Moments later, the wound healed as if it had never occurred.

"It seems I’m close to resisting slashes from mundane weapons, though sharp, pinpoint pierces are still tough to defend against. As expected, it’s the hidden sword that’s hardest to guard against."