With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 128 - 117: Among Peers, Who Dares to Claim Victory (Seeking Subscriptions)

Chapter 128: Chapter 117: Among Peers, Who Dares to Claim Victory (Seeking Subscriptions)

In an instant, subtle and wondrous changes occurred throughout his meridians and limbs.

A mysterious power was influencing his fists and feet; Meng Chuan now felt as though he could collapse a building with a single punch.

He did not pause at all and continued to digest the limit-breaking power through his punches.

His movements were at times like an eagle catching a rabbit, leaping into the air and landing heavily, stirring a cloud of dust.

A surge of new energy slowly emerged from the acupoints, bringing forth a mysterious and powerful force that enveloped his whole body.

Propelled by the limit-breaking power of the Long Fist, Meng Chuan genuinely felt his body becoming more robust at this moment; he had already stepped into the seventh gate.

The transparency brought by his sharply increased strength, mixed with the pleasure of his body being modified, made Meng Chuan unable to hold back a long howl towards the sky!

Then, a blend of penetrating strength and killing intent burst from his palm, intertwined with both bright and dark forces, striking fiercely into the air.

At this moment, the space within three feet around him became utterly clear, as if this palm strike almost dissipated it into a vacuum!

"Who in the world of the same realm dares speak of victory to me?"

At this moment, the powerful force filled Meng Chuan’s heart with pride and a sense of challenging the world’s talents.

After practicing his punches several more times and once his mood had calmed, Meng Chuan gazed at the Martial Arts Limit Breaking panel.

[Long Fist: Limit Broken]

[Acquired Trait: Bone Penetration (Basic)]

"The energy penetrating through bones and meridians scatters, the enemy’s body cannot withstand this profound mystery."

Effect 1: Bone Crumble, enhances the flexibility of the wrists and ankles, slightly increases the penetrative power of wood attribute fist strength, and marginally boosts the penetration of all fist strengths.

Effect 2: Breath Disruption, after fist strength penetrates the body, there is a small chance of disturbing the opponent’s internal breath circulation, causing short-term Qi and blood obstruction and irregular breathing.

"It’s roughly as I expected, both are effects that enhance combat capability, without bringing any improvement in fist skill comprehension."

Meng Chuan had long sensed this. He felt that the fist skill comprehension he had always anticipated is probably hidden within [Chaotic Heaven] after the Luo family’s eight-polar limit breaking.

At this moment, Meng Chuan looked out at the large tree below, rushing to the edge of the rooftop and jumping into the air.

The strong control brought by the seven gates of Qi and blood made him unafraid of the six-story height, and he plummeted like a falling star.

He was not frightened in the least. As he neared the ground, his tendons erupted, and he stepped fiercely onto the Cloud-Ascending Ladder.

The powerful body control allowed him to pause steadily in mid-air, then his form slowly descended to the ground, the entire process as if conducted in silent mode, silent yet extraordinarily exaggerated.

This is the true Martial Arts, the inevitable path to transcendence.

"Punch and kick techniques, communicate with the divine to verify the Dao!"

Meng Chuan stood below the building, feeling the gentle night breeze brushing past his ears, his heart feeling utterly comfortable.

"If not now to practice punches, then when?"

His gaze searched the area, landing on a near-barren tree that had completely lost its vitality.

He then walked to the front of this tree, which he could not encircle alone, and took a deep breath.

As soon as the thought emerged, his body moved without hesitation.

He stepped forward instantly, twisting his shoulder and leading with his arm, delivering a seamless and natural Long Fist with fierce speed.

Bang——!

At the moment the penetrating strength hit the tree trunk, there was a low yet clear explosive sound, and the dried leaves and branches at the top of the tree fell rustling.

After the leaves had fallen, Meng Chuan checked the spot where he hit the tree and found a bowl-sized deep pit exposed!

The terrifying destructive power surprised even himself a bit.

Fortunately, this tree was already dead; otherwise, this punch could have entirely drained its life!

"Since that’s the case, to prevent it from falling unexpectedly and injuring someone, I should break it entirely."

Meng Chuan thought to himself, his punch having made this dead tree a hazardous factor for the neighborhood.

His gaze focused intently on the part of the tree he had damaged.

In an instant, both his hands sprang into action, unleashing the full potential of the Luo family’s eight-polar move.

The pounding sounds echoed through the night, prompting many people to open their windows and see what was causing such a commotion downstairs.

Meng Chuan felt a bit embarrassed, his hand movements speeding up abruptly.

Boom!

The final strike of the eight-polar technique smashed the tree trunk. Immediately, cracking sounds were incessant.

"It’s about to break!"

The large tree came crashing down, snapping countless weeds beneath it.

He looked at his wristwatch, a [Steel Bone] model, and saw that it was already quite late. Meng Chuan quickly went home to wash up and rest.

Apologizing inwardly to some of the angry residents, Meng Chuan vowed to control his excitement better in the future after today’s double joy.

...

The next day, Meng Chuan intended to seek out Master Luo to share the good news, only to be told that he wasn’t home.

[I’ll be spending the next few days in the Demon Nest making money. Keep practicing your punches; just message me if you need anything.]

Meng Chuan was puzzled, so Luo Guanyun explained to him.

The Demon Nest Master was dead, and Master Luo was participating in the cleanup operation outside the city, sweeping up the remaining "fish that slipped through the net."

Not only valuable materials from the Celestial Demon are found, but also resources collected along the way in the Demon Nest could belong to individuals.

With Luo Guanyun’s strength, under the guarantee of near-complete safety, he was indeed collecting money.

Once all the Celestial Demons in the Demon Nest were cleared, there would no longer be such favorable circumstances.

By then, this fourth-level Demon Nest, named [Thousand Heads], would be jointly taken over by the state and Yanhua Martial Arts University.

At that time, subsequent resource allocation and sustainable development cooperation of the Demon Nest would take place, prohibiting any individuals and other groups from profiteering.

Meng Chuan also wanted to pick it up, but unfortunately his strength was still insufficient, and if he encountered even a slightly more formidable Lower Rank Celestial Demon, he would have to flee.

Moreover, the country essentially doesn’t allow Martial Artists to enter any Demon Nests.

Without the strength of a Martial Arts Family, even a Level One Demon Nest would pose a huge threat, and only when the school organizes field training can one apply to the state for entry.

Having painfully lost a great chance to get rich, Meng Chuan refocused his energy on punching, venting his frustration...

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the [Thousand Heads] Demon Nest.

Two people sat cross-legged, floating mid-air, their invisible aura dispersing the Demonic Qi completely.

"Zhou Sheng, the resource share of Yanhua will be entirely allocated to you."

Zhou Yun nodded:

"Then I’ll trouble Principal Zheng, the Zhou family will liaise with you later."

After speaking, Zhou Yun transformed into a white streak and vanished into the sky.

Seeing the other’s departing figure, Zheng Yulan’s face revealed bitterness.

"Zhou Yun, ah Zhou Yun, you don’t even have a bit of old affection..."

The Thousand Heads Demon Serpent was slain by him, considering for his own family isn’t wrong.

But for Zhou Yun to attain sainthood, Yanhua Martial Arts University contributed no less than his family behind him.

Thinking of this, noticing her master’s displeasure, the giant golden dragon’s phantom behind her nudged her lower back with its nose for comfort.

"Forget it, even so, I’m no different, familiarity and distance."

Her great-grandson also relied on her connections to enroll in the preparatory class of Yanhua Martial Arts University.

The rules of this world are just like this, bustling mortal world, people come and go...

...

September 28th.

Luo Guanyun returned with the money, looking seriously at Meng Chuan practicing his punches.

Meng Chuan’s hands continuously shifted through the Luo Family Eight Extremes Routine, concluding with a Long Fist filled with Penetrating Strength, directly piercing through the wooden stake in front of him.

He withdrew his fist from the hole, looking at Luo Guanyun with anticipation.

"Master Luo, how is it?"

Luo Guanyun was silent for a moment before saying:

"Seven Gates?"

The Luo Family Eight Extremes was created by him; Meng Chuan’s fist technique still had minor flaws and hadn’t reached Perfection.

But the intensity of his Qi Blood was undeniable, this destructive power clearly demonstrated the performance of being past the Upper Three Gates.

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.

"Other fist techniques have also increased some Qi Blood, barely crossing the threshold."

"However, the Eight Extremes are still not perfect, I ask Master Luo to teach me, to see where my fist technique has flaws."

"Do it again for me to watch, using the iron core stake."

Ten minutes later, Luo Guanyun thought carefully and said:

"Your Luo Family Eight Extremes is practiced seamlessly, combining hardness and softness, in the old times it would be considered perfect.

But according to today’s Qi Blood Martial Arts system, you need to continue refining the routine repeatedly until the moment when Qi Blood awakens from the acupoints to be considered perfect.

In this fist technique, I have nothing else to teach you."

Meng Chuan’s talent in fist techniques is undeniable, if his innate potential were stronger, wouldn’t it be wonderful?

Luo Guanyun, having just earned tens of millions, was again considering spending it to improve his disciple’s potential.

Meng Chuan, on the side, also breathed a sigh of relief, getting such an evaluation from the always strict Master Luo was not easy.

On the panel, there is only 20% left to reach Perfection for the Luo Family Eight Extremes!

His current Qi Blood intensity is at 67.2, after achieving Perfection, an increase of about twenty points should not be a problem.

He needs to prepare for the joint exam soon, and after it’s over, he plans to learn a new first-rate fist technique, the eighth Qi Blood Gate won’t be far from him.

With this in mind, Meng Chuan thought to himself.

"The passing line for the Northern United University’s Grandmaster Class is Seven Gates, if I can reach Eight Gates before the martial arts exam, combined with my combat capability, it should be a sure success."

Every year the martial arts exam has no shortage of nine-gated Martial Artists in the Limit Realm, he started late and can’t catch up with these people for now.

But who knows about the future, as the traits stack more and more, Meng Chuan couldn’t gauge what height he could reach in the future...

Snapping back to reality, Luo Guanyun asked again:

"Chuan’er, do you still have enough money on hand now?"

He saw that Meng Chuan would consume a huge pot of Medicinal Paste daily and buy various ointments for practicing Hard Skills, worried that his disciple might run out of money.

"I have enough, Master Luo, previously I used the Merit Points from the police department, in exchange for plenty of training resources."

Luo Guanyun nodded, Long Jiu did a decent job this time, giving Meng Chuan full merit.

"If it runs short, just tell me any time, I’m your master, there’s no need for formality between us."

Meng Chuan smiled and nodded in agreement.

In his heart, Luo Guanyun was not just a master figure, the saying ’a master for a day, a father for a lifetime’ was not just empty words.

"It’s getting late today, you should stay at home, let your uncle know."

Though the city’s nights have returned to their former brightness.

But Luo Guanyun worried that the Demon Summoning Hall might come to trouble Meng Chuan again.

He had urged the police department several times, but Long Jiu kept saying the time wasn’t ripe, the big fish had yet to surface.