With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 136 First Arrival at the United Nations University, Meeting the Venerable One

Meng Chuan started to worry about his wallet in advance, wondering if a yearly subscription would be cheaper.

Chen Tie said as he played:

"I've already made arrangements with Gang Ge for you. You can try it out first, and if it doesn't work, you don't have to pay."

Meng Chuan nodded in response, baring his teeth, while Chen Tie, wanting to make things even more exciting, jumped up and strained.

After a long period of time, two rounds of practice, the arduous combined training of the four hard skills finally came to an end.

After resting for a while, Meng Chuan looked at the thick calluses on his hands, rubbed them together, and felt a strong abrasive texture.

These were marks left from practicing boxing day and night. He raised his hand and rubbed his palm against the wall, the rustling sound of friction never ceasing.

Just like mastering Iron Palm, these calluses have long since become natural protective gloves.

Last night, when he inserted his five fingers into the knife and painstakingly ripped out Zhao Jian's tendons, he didn't even break a single inch of skin.

"Among Xingyi Quan, the Metal Element Fist is the most powerful. Apart from the chopping palm, when I have time in the future, I will prioritize practicing the advanced Metal Element Fist techniques."

Meng Chuan disliked using weapons. He had tried swords, spears, and halberds, but none of them felt as comfortable as using his fists. He preferred the feeling of punches landing squarely on his skin.

He could accept something like boxing gloves or brass knuckles.

"There's also the hard qigong practice; no matter how tiring it is, you have to persevere."

Protective suits are not a panacea; when facing opponents who can snipe from a distance, you still have to rely on your physical strength to withstand the attacks.

At the same time, I cannot give up my practice of Dragon Meditation; I have already reached 16%.

"Once I enter the second level, my perception will improve, and I'll be able to react much faster if anyone tries to ambush me."

Without the protection of a master-level armor-clad body, plus the support of various hard skills, one would be incapable of such protection.

That sniper bullet could only be stopped by the true energy of a martial artist.

The assassination attempt by Zhao Jian served as a wake-up call for Meng Chuan.

The demonic followers were always by his side, never leaving.

The armor stacking must continue!
Nighttime, Huayun Mansion.

When Meng Chuan returned to his new home, he felt incredibly at ease looking at the table full of dishes his aunt had prepared.

At that moment, my uncle was standing on the balcony, holding up his phone and looking around to film a video.

"Old Meng, stop filming, the kids are back, let's eat."

"Haha, Lao Lu wanted to see our new house, so I took some pictures for him. Here I come!"

At the dinner table, the family enjoyed a harmonious and happy time together.

Practicing boxing and real combat occupied most of Meng Chuan's time, keeping his mind constantly on edge.

But with his uncle and aunt around, he could feel the warmth of home.

Home is my anchor.

After the meal, Meng Chuan returned to his room and practiced standing meditation.

[Taiyi Three Talents Stance: Human Stance (79%) → (80%) Awaiting Limit Break]

After practicing stance training for just over a year, Meng Chuan's progress is equivalent to that of some people who have practiced for seven or eight years.

The skill of stance training is all about willpower and perseverance. Meng Chuan felt that he was quite talented in this area, and being able to withstand the pressure was also a skill.

Meng Chuan was busy recently and didn't get to complete his full standing meditation session for several days.

"Next, I need to put stance training on the agenda. I'm different from others; I also need to reserve time for breaking through my limits and strive to achieve enlightenment as soon as possible to improve my comprehension!"

"I'm about to start practicing the Five Elements Universe Fist. I can't just keep thinking about grinding away at it for the sake of getting a certificate."

After achieving mastery of the Luo Family's Eight Extremes, one should still maintain a daily practice of four hours of grinding on [Hun Tian].

Meng Chuan has had multiple experiences of breaking through limits to obtain special traits, and he believes that what he wants is hidden in the Hun Tian.

After all, even second- or third-rate boxing techniques can be learned by someone with particularly poor physical constitution if they grit their teeth and persevere.

Top-tier boxing is different; its principles are complex, and if you can't grasp the essence, you can't even get started, no matter how hard you try.

Before going to sleep, Meng Chuan was still worried that these demonic cultists would harm his family.

He logged onto the Wuxue Association's official shopping website and entered the civilian protective clothing section.

"I have a 10% discount from my Silver Medal, so two basic L-shaped protective suits would come to 3.6 million."

The L-type armor is of civilian grade and is different from the model and battle armor worn by Meng Chuan. It does not require an armor certificate to wear and go out.

To prevent Sister Ru's tragedy from repeating itself on her uncle and aunt.

Meng Chuan decided to set aside enough money for his own cultivation for a year, and then go all in on the rest.

After doing the math, I realized I still had 662 million yuan left. After buying protective suits, I'd still have 3 million yuan left for martial arts training.

Meng Chuan quickly placed an order for the two protective suits, and his balance instantly decreased by more than half.

But he wasn't upset. As long as he was alive, that was enough. Money could be earned back.

"I need to find a way to earn some more money."

Meng Chuan still prefers to earn money by playing in competitions, not only because it brings in more and faster money, but also because it helps him improve his practical skills.

As for boxing coaches and martial arts instructors, etc.

To be honest, he's only at the seventh level, which isn't even as much as the salary his master at the martial arts school pays him.

There's been a lot of online buzz lately about the National Martial Arts Supernova Competition starting its preliminary rounds.

This competition was of a very high standard, organized by the official government of the Great Chu Dynasty, which selected martial arts talents from universities across the country.

Not only are the prize money generous, but the official statement also indicates that the total prize pool exceeds 100 million.

Moreover, the preliminary rounds and the second-stage finals in the Northwest region of this competition were both held at the Yong'an Civic Sports Center.

The location of the competition is also very good, without having to travel far.

Unfortunately, he can't participate. The preliminary rounds will be held early next year, and only colleges and universities can participate.

After regaining his composure, Meng Chuan confirmed the delivery address for the protective suits again before washing up and going to bed.

The next morning, Meng Chuan finished his morning exercise and had just opened his door when he saw two large delivery boxes on the ground.

Aunt Xue Na had just finished making breakfast when she saw Meng Chuan return and asked curiously:
"What did you buy, Chuan'er? The box looks big but it's very light."

Meng Chuan checked his phone and saw that the protective suit had arrived; same-city delivery was really fast.

After opening the package, he handed the protective suit to his aunt and explained its purpose.

Compared to the Z-type protective suit, the L-type suit is slightly less effective in terms of defense and the time it can withstand the invasion of the Heavenly Demon.

But there's no way around it, we're a bit strapped for cash. My uncle and aunt are just ordinary people, and their everyday protective gear is sufficient.

Xue Na had never seen anything like this before, so she picked it up and tugged at it to get a feel for it.

"Chuan'er, this clothing is so thin, can it really stop bullets like you say?"

Meng Chuan explained:
"It's true, but it's not a panacea. It needs to be replenished when its energy is depleted. The instruction manual is under the clothes; please take a look."

You and your uncle can treat it like an undershirt; it's warm in winter and cool in summer, so you can wear it anytime.

Xue Na happily put it away, and then gave it some instructions:

"These high-tech gadgets must be very expensive, right? Don't buy these for us anymore. Save some money for your own martial arts training."

Meng Chuan laughed:

"Don't worry, I have money. I can only feel at ease if you are safe."

"Oh, you silly child, let's go eat first. I'll tell your uncle when he gets home from get off work."

He's such a country bumpkin, he wouldn't even know how to put it on if you gave him the instructions, hahaha.

After the meal, Meng Chuan went out to prepare to go to school for a training session.

As he walked, he suddenly thought of what happened last night; he wondered if college preparatory students could participate.

So he took out his phone, made a call, and asked directly:

[Xu Qingfeng, can you participate in that Supernova Competition?]

"Sure, I've already signed up. If my hand affects my performance, you'll have to compensate me."

【Just practice cooking more. 】

After saying that, Meng Chuan suddenly remembered what Long Jiu had told him, and Principal Yang Huan's compensation.

He continued:
Is your hand better yet?

[Almost done, how come?]

I'll come to your school to find you later, and we can have another sparring session, both using one hand.

Xu Qingfeng:
If you need anything, just come directly; don't bother with all this fuss.

The Yong'an branch of the Northern United Martial Arts University is located on Mount Li, outside Yong'an City.

The preparatory high school is located on the front mountain. Meng Chuan stood and looked out. In the distance, the clouds and mist swirled, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

This is where the martial arts geniuses of Yong'an gather.

To be admitted to the preparatory course of the National Union University, one must be exceptionally qualified or come from an extremely wealthy family.

Meng Chuan stood in the square outside the school, gazing at the large, ancient gatehouse made of red cedar wood and the jade school plaque hanging high in the middle.

I couldn't help but sigh:

"The school is still poor. The gate of the preparatory school of the United Nations University alone could probably buy the entire Ping An Middle School."

Meng Chuan paused for a moment at the school gate when Xu Qingfeng walked over from a distance.

"Come on, let me show you around. I was just about to ask you about Zhao Jian this morning."

Meng Chuan waved his hand and explained:
"Don't even mention it. I was practicing martial arts on the roof when Zhao Jian ambushed me from a distance with a sniper rifle. Then he tried to use his demonic powers against me, but I subdued him. That's all."

Xu Qingfeng said admiringly:

"Awesome, even a sniper rifle can't kill you. I'll try practicing hard skills when my hands are healed."

"Are you hoping Zhao Jian will kill me to avenge your hand?"

"Haha, Brother Meng, what are you saying? I didn't mean it that way."

The two walked into the campus of the Southwest Associated University. Looking at the various teaching buildings scattered in the distance, Meng Chuan asked:
"Where is Principal Yang Huan's office?"

"Why are you looking for the principal? Are you transferring schools?"

"No, it's about Zhao Jian. Your principal said he would compensate me, and I happen to need his help."

Xu Qingfeng nodded.

"Alright, I'll take you there. I thought we were going to be classmates, which would make it easier to practice together in the future."

Because the principal's office was far from the school gate, Xu Qingfeng kept boasting about how awesome the United Nations Preparatory High School was along the way.

"The martial arts teacher in each class is a first-level martial arts master. Whether it is fist techniques, weapons, body techniques or even stance training, they are all taught by martial arts masters. Occasionally, third-level martial arts masters will come to give large classes."

He continued:
"Do you know who the martial arts master is? Luo Meng, the judge of the joint examination that day, is one."

She had taken classes at the front of the mountain before, and although I don't practice imitative boxing, I still learned a lot.

Meng Chuan nodded. The educational resources here in Lishan are indeed very good, much better than Ping'an Middle School.

However, Meng Chuan replied:

"Yes, I know. My personal master is a martial arts master."

"No wonder you're so strong even though you're in a regular high school. Martial arts masters are really awesome."

Meng Chuan followed Xu Qingfeng to the foot of Hongwu Tower, where Xu pointed out the location to him and then left.

In the end, the two were unable to spar again because Xu Qingfeng could not form the Tai Chi Bagua with one hand.
Principal's office.

With all his imposing aura concealed, Yang Huan, the Peerless Flying General, acted like a gentle and refined ordinary person, smiling as he invited Meng Chuan to sit down and chat.

As a martial arts master of the fifth level, no matter how gentle he appeared, Meng Chuan dared not be negligent.

"Hello, Venerable Yang."

(End of this chapter)