With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 120: The Joint Examination of Twenty-Four Schools Begins

Having said that, the incomplete true spirit of the Thousand-Headed Flood Dragon Demon, like a wisp of shadow, disappeared back into the depths of Priest Fan's mind.

He lay dormant here, silently waiting for enough nourishing substances to calm his mind.

Only in this way can one be reborn into a second life in this world.

Upon hearing the Dragon Lord's words, Priest Fan, who was standing to the side, trembled slightly with excitement.

Six ascensions have transformed him from a ruthless businessman into a church priest who rivals a master of martial arts with three limits.

What does the seventh sublimation mean?

"Grandmaster"

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

October st.

early morning.

After several days of honing his skills, Meng Chuan had completely consolidated the power of the Seven Passes.

At this moment, nearly 70 points of Qi and blood in my body are surging throughout my entire body like a torrent.

Finally, after inhaling the last wisp of purple mist from the sky, Meng Chuan slowly stood up.

His internal organs became increasingly resilient as the purple energy transformed them, and his lining continued to grow stronger.

He opened his eyes and looked at the panel with considerable regret.

[Health-Preserving Armor Exercise: Proficient (82%) → (83%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

"The Armored Skill is indeed a top-tier hard skill, but there's still a long way to go before I've mastered it."

He had hoped to cram for the final exams, but unfortunately, he fell short.

Inside the Infinite Martial Arts Hall.

Meng Chuan recently sparred with Chen Tiepai and then left the school for the martial arts gym, where Luo Guanyun is giving him pre-competition sparring practice.

The owner's private martial arts room is too small, making it difficult to fully demonstrate one's skills.

The two cleared out a large open space in the martial arts arena for practice.

Luo Guanyun's voice drifted on the wind, sometimes near, sometimes far.

"There has been progress, but the application of neutralizing force is not yet mature enough, and this aspect needs to be strengthened."

Meng Chuan nodded, his hands moving without stopping, continuing to unleash a variety of forces at Luo Shi.

Luo Guanyun casually brushed it aside and said:
"However, you don't need to worry too much. I originally thought you wouldn't make it to the seventh level, and there was still a slight risk of you winning the championship."

With your current abilities, you're guaranteed extra points on the martial arts exam, I'm telling you!

Only the master truly knows the apprentice's skill level.

Luo Guanyun felt that Meng Chuan, with his four hard skills and killing intent, was already considered invincible among martial artists.

Meng Chuan smiled sheepishly, realizing he wasn't entirely confident yet, and Luo Shi opened the champagne for him first.

The force of the two fists colliding spread outwards, and other martial arts students dared not approach for fear of being accidentally injured.

But they all stood at a distance, studying, watching Meng Chuan's swift and lightning-like figure, their expressions growing increasingly admiring.

When the gap between the two is too large, the emotion of jealousy will not exist.

"My god, Senior Brother is too awesome! Brother Le, did you really exchange over a hundred blows with Senior Brother?"

The new trainee looked at Le Ping with a puzzled expression, wondering what was going on.

Le Ping waved his hand and laughed:
"It's about even, we used to practice together a lot, and I even beat him in a one-on-one fight before."

While practicing standing meditation at home that night, Meng Chuan received a message from Principal Zong.

The joint exam venue and competition rules have been released and I've sent them to you. Please check your inbox!

On the other end of the phone, Principal Zong, who had previously learned that Meng Chuan had entered the seventh level of cultivation and mastered the Hua Jin (Transformation Realm), finally felt relieved.

He sent the message to Meng Chuan, put down his phone, and walked to the Bodhisattva statue enshrined in his home.

Then, gently take out the three incense sticks that have been stored for a long time from the niche next to it.

After lighting it, I blew on it and inserted it into the purification altar.

Since his mother passed away, no one in the family has made offerings to the Bodhisattva anymore, and even the incense altar has been covered with a layer of fine dust.

A wisp of smoke rose as Principal Zong removed his glasses and clasped his hands together in prayer.

He said devoutly:

"May the Bodhisattva above bless Meng Chuan so that he may win first place."

Time flies, October 11th.

Ping An Middle School.

After finishing a set of punches, Meng Chuan stood still and looked up at his current limit-breaking panel.

[Luo's Eight Extremes: Great Completion (83%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

【Splitting Palm: Proficient (14%)】

[Health-Preserving Armor Exercise: Proficient (85%)]

With these five special qualities and four body-refining techniques, I'm going to meet all the preparatory course talents at Xiangwang Tomb this time.

After practicing Luo's Eight Extremes three more times, Meng Chuan and the other two followed Principal Zong away.

"Go for it, Chuan Ge! Fei Ge, don't hold Chuan Ge back!"

Qi Fei's expression was cold, but at this moment, looking at the younger students seeing him off on the playground, he was slightly moved.

"understood!"

Even the freshmen already know that Meng Chuan and his two companions will represent Ping An Middle School in the [24-School Joint Examination] to win honor for the school and, most importantly...
resource!

"Brother Chuan, let those martial arts schools and preparatory classes know that our Ping'an Middle School is just as good!"

Meng Chuan smiled and waved to everyone in thanks, determined to win this battle for the school.

Looking at this scene, Principal Zong, who was walking at the front, was filled with emotion.

"Since Meng Chuan's rise to prominence, all the teachers and students in the school seem to have been inspired, and everyone is practicing martial arts as if they have been injected with chicken blood."

His gratitude towards Meng Chuan was beyond words; with the martial arts talent Meng Chuan displayed, any preparatory class would be vying to recruit him.

"Meng Chuan." Meng Chuan was slightly puzzled when he heard Principal Zong call him.

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Meng Chuan waved his hand, indicating that Principal Zong did not need to say anything more.

He knew what the principal was thinking, but he didn't compromise himself; he was just doing what he believed was right.

Principal Zong treated him with a thousand pieces of gold, and he repaid him with ten thousand pieces of gold. This is his inner conviction!

[Keep it up, my protégé! I'll say it again, you will be the champion!]

All participants in this joint examination were students, and there were no open spectator qualifications. Luo Guanyun waited at home for news.

His good friend, Bai Junfeng, the Iron Palm Eagle King and the president of the Yong'an Martial Arts Association, was the chief examiner for this joint examination.

Luo Guanyun was originally prepared to swallow his pride and ask him for a special judge position from the martial arts school.

But Bai Junfeng told him:
"Luo Meng, as an outstanding young martial arts practitioner from Yong'an, is also serving as a judge here. Think it over, and I'll easily give you a spot."

The principal's silver-white business car drove away from the school gate.

Forty minutes later, at the foot of King Xiang's tomb.

The Tomb of King Xiang is actually located on a small hill with an altitude of 1200 meters in the suburbs of Yong'an City.

As for why it's called a grave instead of a mountain, it's because the last martial arts master who lived from the ancient martial arts era to the modern era is buried here.

Later generations bestowed upon him the posthumous title of "Qin Xiang, whose fist shook the eight wastelands".

During his lifetime, this Heavenly King was known for his philanthropy and diligence in teaching younger generations.

Throughout his life, he left behind hundreds of exquisite boxing manuals, making him one of the founders of modern Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

This is to express our condolences for this last ancient heavenly king.

In accordance with his will, Yong'an City designated Caixia Mountain, where he was buried, as the official venue for the Yong'an City Youth Martial Arts Competition.

In the same year that he was buried, this place was officially renamed "Xiangwang Tomb"!
The three preparatory schools of Wuhan University near Yong'an City are all located near Xiangwang Tomb, and they arrived early.

The three students from the preparatory course of Wuhan University in Yong'an were huddled together discussing tactics.

A boy with a buzz cut and a square face said:

"This is a multi-person melee. Should we join forces with other schools to deal with the people from Beilian and Yanhua?"

"The principal is a special guest for this competition. If we perform poorly, we're doomed."

Hearing this, his classmate said with a helpless expression:

"Xiao Chen, you mean we should find a group of level four or five experts and overwhelm level seven with sheer numbers?"

Before the other party could reply, his gaze swept over the list of other school personnel.

"However, what you said makes sense, but quality is more important than quantity in the number of people."

Wu Yi's group is quite strong; this Chen Xuewu, like me, is at the sixth level. Perhaps we could talk to him.

"Yes, Professor Liu also contacted this person, but he was determined to attend the North Associated University."

"Okay, Wu Yi's men will arrive soon, so let's wait for them!"

Holy crap! Look at this!

His eyes were fixed on the list, his finger trembling slightly as he pointed to the four large characters "Qi Xue Qi Guan" (Seven Gates of Qi and Blood) clearly written below each name.

"Ping An Middle School? Seven Gates of Qi and Blood?"

"Was there a printing error? Is this Meng Chuan really that ruthless?"

At the foot of the mountain, a young female teacher wearing glasses led three students with different styles toward the auditorium.

The female teacher, who was in charge of the team from the North Union University, was holding the list of participants and giving them instructions:
"Yan Hua and the other two are not to be underestimated. Xu Qingfeng, as the main force in this competition, you should pay special attention to Zheng Zhenzhen. Her grandmother is that Heavenly King."

The person whose name was called was a handsome man with long, flowing hair.

He said with an indifferent expression:

"Relax, teacher, I didn't hit her grandmother, it's okay."

"Xu Qingfeng! Can't you have any respect for a Heavenly King level expert?"

"Teacher, have you forgotten my will?"

"Okay! Don't say anything more, or the walls might be overhearing."

"Okay, I won't say anything. You guys study it, I'm going to take a nap."

After responding, the handsome young man walked to the corner of the hall, put his arm behind his head, and fell asleep, looking completely relaxed.

"Teacher, I don't think there's anything worth studying here. We can just crush them all."

A hot girl with a high ponytail, phoenix eyes, and red lips said.

She stretched, revealing her beautiful figure under her black bodysuit; she was so well-developed that she didn't look like a high school student at all.

"Meng Jiaolong, you need to be serious. I think there's another person worth noting besides Yan Hua and the other two."

That person is from your clan, named Meng Chuan. Although he is a student at a comprehensive high school, he is about a year younger than you and has already reached the seventh level.

I even made a special inquiry; this person rose to prominence extremely quickly, breaking through seven levels in just one year, seemingly awakening some extraordinary trait.

Upon hearing the name Meng Chuan, the man with the raised eyebrows and slanted bangs suddenly perked up.

This person was Zhao Jian. He kept Lord Jing's instructions in mind and quickly said:

"I have a grudge against this person, so just leave it to me to deal with."

Meng Jiaolong asked in confusion:

"You two are completely unrelated, what's the grudge between you?"

"I heard Zong Ping, the foul-mouthed kid from Class 4 of the second year of high school, mention this person. After I beat him up, he looked unconvinced and said that he wanted to get his buddy Meng Chuan to beat me up. That must be this guy."

"They just said you had triangular eyes, and look at you holding a grudge, you don't act like a senior at all."

"Meng Jiaolong, are you looking for a beating?"

"You think you're so great, Zhao Jian? I'll kill you!"

The female teacher leading the group looked helpless; after all, they were all geniuses, so it was normal for them to have some flaws.
(End of this chapter)