With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 131 - 120: The Start of the 24-School Joint Examination

Chapter 131: Chapter 120: The Start of the 24-School Joint Examination

With that said, the remnant True Spirit of Thousand Heads Jiao Demon, like a wisp of a shadow, re-entered the depths of Fan Sacrificer’s mind.

He lay dormant here, silently waiting for adequate spirit-nourishing materials.

Only then could he live out a second life in this world.

Beside him, Fan Sacrificer’s body subtly trembled with excitement upon hearing the words of the Dragon Lord.

Six sublimations had already transformed him from a black-hearted merchant to a chief sacrificial priest on par with a Three-Limit Martial Arts Master.

What would the seventh sublimation mean?

"Grandmaster..."

Fan Sacrificer murmured to himself, eyes filled with longing for power.

...

October 1st.

Morning.

After several days of grinding, Meng Chuan had thoroughly consolidated the power of the seven thresholds.

At this moment, nearly 70 points of Qi blood surged through his body like a roaring torrent.

Finally, after drawing the last wisp of Purple Qi from the horizon into his belly, Meng Chuan slowly stood up.

His internal organs became increasingly resilient with the transformation from the Purple Qi, and the membranes grew stronger.

He opened his eyes, looking somewhat regretfully at the panel.

[Body Armor Technique: Proficient (82%) → (83%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

"The Body Armor Technique indeed lives up to its name as a top-tier Hard Skill, still a way to go before mastering it."

He had initially planned to rush the Body Armor Technique in the final time of the joint exam, but unfortunately, he fell short.

...

Inside the Martial Arts Dojo of Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Recently, after Meng Chuan finished sparring with Chen Tie, he left school for the dojo, where Luo Guanyun was helping him with pre-match sparring.

The private Martial Arts Chamber of the dojo owner was too small for them to exhibit their skills.

The two of them cleared a large open space in the dojo for sparring.

The wind carried Luo Guanyun’s voice, sometimes near, sometimes far.

"You have made progress, but your application of Transformed Strength is still somewhat immature and needs to be improved."

Meng Chuan nodded, his hands not stopping as he continued to unleash various powers towards Master Luo.

Luo Guanyun skillfully warded off the attack, saying:

"However, you don’t need to worry too much. Initially, I thought you wouldn’t reach the seven thresholds and that there would be a slight risk of not winning the championship.

But now, with your strength, you’re sure to gain extra points in the martial arts exam, I assure you!"

The teacher knows the student’s level the best.

Luo Guanyun felt that with Meng Chuan’s four Hard Skills and murderous aura, he was already invincible among martial artists of the same level.

Meng Chuan smiled bashfully, still lacking absolute confidence, yet Master Luo was already popping champagne for him.

The turbulent wind from their fists collided and spread, causing other dojo members to not dare approach for fear of collateral injury.

But they stood far away, learning and watching Meng Chuan’s lightning-fast figure with increasing admiration.

When the gap between two sides becomes too large, jealousy ceases to exist.

"Senior Brother is too amazing, geez, Brother Le, did you really exchange over a hundred moves with Senior Brother?"

The new members looked towards Le Ping with faces full of confusion, wondering.

Le Ping waved his hand with a smile at the side:

"It was about fifty-fifty; we used to spar often, and I even single-handedly defeated him before."

...

At night, while staking his postures at home, Meng Chuan received a message from Principal Zong.

[The joint exam venue and competition rules are out, I’ve sent them to you, be sure to check!]

On the other end of the line, upon hearing Meng Chuan’s advancement to the seven thresholds and mastery of Transformed Strength, Principal Zong finally felt relieved.

He sent the information to Meng Chuan, set down his phone, and walked to the Buddha statue worshipped in his home.

Then, he gently took out three long-preserved incense sticks from the side compartment.

After lighting them and blowing softly, he inserted them into the pure altar.

Since his mother’s passing, no one in the family had worshiped the Buddha, even the incense altar had gathered a fine layer of dust.

Light smoke curled, and Principal Zong removed his glasses, joining his hands in prayer.

He devoutly said:

"Oh, mighty Buddha, please bless Meng Chuan to win the first place..."

...

Time flies, October 11th.

Ping’an Middle School.

After finishing a set of fist skills, Meng Chuan stood, looking up at his current Limit Breaking panel.

[Luo’s Eight Extremes: Advanced (83%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Palm Strike: Proficient (14%)]

[Body Armor Technique: Proficient (85%)]

"With the endowed traits and four sets of Body Refinement Hard Skills, I’m eager to meet the pre-college talents at Xiang King’s Tomb."

After executing Luo’s Eight Extremes three more times, Meng Chuan and the other two departed with Principal Zong.

"Brother Chuan, give it your all! Brother Fei, don’t hold Brother Chuan back!"

Qi Fei, looking cold, was slightly moved inside watching the younger students seeing them off on the sports field.

"Got it!"

Even the new students knew that Meng Chuan and the two others would represent Ping’an Middle School in the "Twenty-Four Schools Joint Exam," competing for school glory and most importantly...

Resources!

"Brother Chuan, let those martial schools and pre-college classes know that Ping’an Middle School is not lacking!"

Meng Chuan smiled and waved to thank everyone; in this battle, he was determined to earn honor for the school.

Seeing this scene, Principal Zong at the front felt deeply emotional.

"Since Meng Chuan’s rise, the entire school’s teachers and students seem to be ignited, everyone practices martial arts as if on adrenaline."

His gratitude towards Meng Chuan was indescribable; with Meng Chuan’s displayed martial talent, any pre-college class would compete to have him.

"Meng Chuan."

Hearing Principal Zong calling him, Meng Chuan was slightly puzzled.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Meng Chuan waved his hand, indicating that Principal Zong didn’t need to say more.

He knew what the principal was thinking, but he wasn’t wronging himself; he was just doing what he thought was right.

Principal Zong treated him like gold, so he responded with even greater gratitude; this was his inner conviction!

[Keep it up, disciple, once again, you will be the champion!]

This unified exam was only for students, with no public viewing rights, so Luo Guanyun waited for news at home.

His friend, the Yong’an Martial Arts Association branch president [Iron Palm Eagle King·Bai Junfeng] was the chief examiner for this exam.

Luo Guanyun was originally planning to humble himself to ask for a special invitation as a dojo judge or something.

But Bai Junfeng told him:

"Luo Meng, as a representative of Yong’an’s outstanding martial arts youth, is also at the site serving as a judge. If you’re sure, I can easily add you a position..."

...

The principal’s silver business car drove away from the school gate.

Forty minutes later, at the foot of Xiang King’s Tomb.

Xiang King’s Tomb is actually located on the outskirts of Yong’an City, a small mountain with an altitude of 1200 meters.

As for why it’s called a tomb instead of a mountain, it’s because it holds the final resting place of the last Martial Arts Celestial King from the ancient martial arts era to modern days.

He was posthumously named with the honorific title — [Fist Shocking the Eight Desolates·Qin Xiang].

During his life, this Celestial King was known for his charity and dedication to teaching younger generations.

He also left over a hundred exquisite boxing manuals to posterity, making him one of the foundational figures of modern Qi Blood martial arts.

To express mourning for this last ancient Celestial King, Yong’an City fulfilled his pre-death wishes by designating Rosy Clouds Mountain, where he was buried, as the official venue for Yong’an City’s youth martial artist competitions.

And in the year he was buried, this place was officially renamed [Xiang King’s Tomb]!

...

The three preparatory martial arts universities near Yong’an City were already near Xiang King’s Tomb, having arrived early.

The three students from Yong’an Martial Arts University’s preparatory course were clustered together discussing strategy.

A boy with a crew cut and honest features said:

"This time it’s a multi-person melee; should we join forces with other schools to deal with Northern United and Yanhua people together?"

"The principal is a special guest for this competition, if we perform too poorly... it might be the end for us."

Hearing this, his classmate responded with a helpless expression:

"Xiaochen, are you suggesting we gather a bunch of Four-Five Gate people to overwhelm Seven Gate?"

Before the other could respond, his gaze swept over the list of personnel from other schools.

"However, you make a point: quality over quantity is key.

The few from Wuyi are quite strong. This guy named Chen Xuewu is at the same level as me, both at Six Gate. Perhaps we can talk to him."

"Yes, even Teacher Liu approached him, but he is aiming for Northern United University."

"Hmm, when the Wuyi people arrive, we can... wait!

Holy crap! Look over here!"

His eyes locked onto the list, his fingers trembling slightly as he pointed at the four large characters clearly written under the name.[Qi Blood Seven Gate]

"Ping’an Middle School? Qi Blood Seven Gate?"

"Could it be a printing error? Is this Meng Chuan really that fierce?"

...

At the foot of the mountain, a young female teacher wearing glasses was leading three differently styled students towards the auditorium.

The female teacher was the leader in charge of Northern United University, holding the participant list, she reminded:

"The strength of Yanhua’s three people should not be underestimated. Xu Qingfeng, as the main force in this competition, pay particular attention to this Zheng Zhenzhen whose grandmother is that Celestial King."

The named individual, a young man with shoulder-length hair and delicate features, carelessly replied:

"Relax, teacher, I’m not hitting her grandmother, no problem at all."

"Xu Qingfeng! Can’t you have a bit of reverence for the powerful Celestial King?"

"Teacher, did you forget? My willpower..."

"Enough! Don’t say more, be mindful that walls have ears."

"Okay, I won’t say more, you guys research while I catch some sleep."

The delicate-featured young man responded and then walked to the corner of the auditorium, propping his arms behind his head to sleep, full of relaxation.

"Teacher, I don’t think there’s much to research; we’ll beat them flat."

A spicy girl with a high ponytail and sharp eyes said.

She stretched, showing off her well-formed figure under the tight black outfit, fully developed unlike a high school student.

"Meng Jiaolong, be serious, I think besides the three from Yanhua, there’s another person worth noting.

He’s from your family too, named Meng Chuan. Though he’s just a comprehensive high school student, he’s about a year younger than you all, yet he has reached Seven Gate.

I even specifically inquired, this person’s rise was extremely fast, breaking through seven gates in just one year, likely awakening some remarkable trait."

Upon hearing the name Meng Chuan, the person with raised brows and slanted bangs immediately became spirited.

He was Zhao Jian, mindful of Lord Jing’s instructions, and quickly spoke:

"I have a grudge with this person, I’ll handle him when the time comes."

Meng Jiaolong asked, puzzled:

"You two are unrelated, how could there be a grudge?"

"I heard that foul-mouthed kid from Class Four of Sophomore year Zong Ping mention this person. I fixed him up at the time, and he was unconvinced, saying he’d get his buddy Meng Chuan to hammer me; it should be him."

"He just called you a triangle-eyed person, look at you holding a grudge like that, not at all like a senior."

"Meng Jiaolong, are you asking for a fight?"

"Showing you respect, Zhao Jian? I’ll scratch you to death!"

The female teacher leading the team looked helpless, after all, they’re all geniuses, having a few quirks is completely normal...