With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 165 Eight Stages of Advancement, Choosing the True Skill (3k)

Although Meng Chuan's strength had already undergone tremendous changes when he returned last year.

But at least it's still within the range of normal people.

Before I even went home this year, my boyfriend from Yong'an Wuda told me that Meng Chuan had now reached the seventh level.

He participated in numerous martial arts competitions, winning first place each time.

They even moved their family to a bigger villa!

Meng Yongzhi kept telling Meng Yiyi the "legends" about Meng Chuan.

While drinking the plum juice at the bottom of her glass, Meng Yiyi asked curiously:
"How's your martial arts training going lately?"

Meng Chuan nodded.

"smoothly."

"so good"

Meng Yiyi was deeply moved.

She once aspired to martial arts and was a loyal fan of various martial arts competitions, but unfortunately, she lacked talent.

Martial artists are all long-lived beings, reaching the fourth level of martial arts mastery, and some can even live for three or four hundred years or more.

Thinking that Meng Chuan might one day shine as brightly as the sun and moon.

By then, I will probably have already turned into a handful of dust.

She felt a pang of bitterness in her heart and couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

This is also the result of her younger brother's hard work. Putting aside distractions, Meng Yiyi said with a smile:

"I hope you can continue your efforts and break through to become a martial artist soon!"

"Thank you, cousin."

After chatting for a while and exchanging New Year's greetings with Wang Yue and a few other friends, Meng Chuan hurried upstairs to practice Zhan Zhuang Gong (standing meditation) as it was getting late.

Even on New Year's Eve, Meng Chuan continued to practice diligently.

Early the next morning.

Even on the first day of the Lunar New Year, he did not slack off.

Even with strict management, the North Union University would still give students a few days off for the New Year.

Gang Ge also went home for the Chinese New Year, so Meng Chuan practiced alone in the community since no one was there to help him fight.

After absorbing the purple energy and feeling the gentle morning breeze, Meng Chuan immersed himself in the practice of the Five Elements Universe Fist.

Before we knew it, it was already noon.

Upon reaching the final stage of his practice, Meng Chuan suddenly felt a slight tremor in his internal organs, as the five energies were drawn from the outside world and gathered throughout his body like a torrent.

Kidney water nourishes liver wood, wood energy invigorates heart fire, heart fire tempers spleen earth, earth spirit generates lung metal, lung metal transforms into kidney water, and the cycle repeats endlessly.

At this moment, a surging wave of qi and blood surged forth from Meng Chuan's acupoints.

The newly generated, massive amount of vital energy flows through the five internal organs and six bowels, eventually converging in the meridians and tendons.

At the same time, all the muscles and skin in his body were growing and strengthening under the power of the newly generated blood and qi.

Meng Chuan exhaled a breath as bright as a rainbow, and five kinds of radiant light emanated from his body, startling the birds on the treetops.

Only when I lowered my head did I realize that I had become one with my surroundings, and that I had finally mastered the Five Elements Universe Fist.

【Five Elements Universe Fist: Proficient (100%) → Master (1%)】

Then, close your eyes, stand still, and practice the method of absorbing qi, so that the three feet around your body become your own world.

Qi and blood surged through the meridians like mercury syrup, and the five elements of the Five Elements Qiankun Fist transformed into a tangible phenomenon like clouds and mist in the mountains.

He knew that his vital energy had already entered the eighth stage.

Moreover, it didn't just barely break through 128 points.

The moment Meng Chuan opened his eyes, the mysterious phenomena around him immediately shrank back into his body, and he flew into the treetops in a few leaps.

Looking at the withered tree beneath his feet, he gathered his lung metal power, which had already reached the eighth level, into his right palm and swung it down fiercely!

--boom!

With a "crack," the withered tree beneath them was cleaved in two from top to bottom by the metal energy of the lungs, as if struck by lightning!

The moment Meng Chuan flipped and jumped down, he stood on the ladder of heaven and threw several punches while suspended in mid-air.

The heart fire ignites explosively in the core, the kidney water energy carries the suppressing power of the spleen earth, and the liver wood energy, like roots, penetrates into the old tree rings.

The moment they landed, the giant, withered tree behind them, which the two people could barely encircle, suddenly turned into pieces scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this, Liu Sanduo, who was secretly observing from a distance, said helplessly:
"You brat, you can't even stay still during the New Year."

After Meng Chuan left, he walked to the side of the crime scene.

Looking at the broken branches and wood scattered on the ground, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine:

"Could this kid have already reached the ninth level? Otherwise, how could his destructive power be so great?"

Wait a minute, I remember he was at level seven not long ago.

Unable to understand, Liu Sanduo swept his palm with internal energy, cleaning up the mess on the ground, and then went home.

"I'll have to tell that brat off next time. He always makes a mess and never cleans up. It's such a pain for me."

At the dinner table, Meng Chuan was in a very good mood because of his improved cultivation.

As he ate, he wondered who had been secretly watching him practice martial arts.

But this person meant no harm and even helped clean up the mess each time.

Meng Chuan guessed that there might be a senior martial arts master in Huayun Prefecture who admired him.
After the meal, he went up to the attic.

He sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion and entered a meditative state, practicing the "Dragon Sitting Meditation".

As time passed and he felt his mind growing tired, Meng Chuan stopped his movements and stood up.

【Dragon Meditation: Level 1 (51%)】

Since exchanging police merit points for the Divine Cushion, the speed at which I can practice this secret technique while sitting on it has indeed increased considerably.

Therefore, as his mental strength increased, he was able to vaguely sense that someone in the community was secretly watching him practice martial arts.

In the past, he certainly would not have known.

"Mental strength is indeed useful."

He then remembered the first volume of "Shiva's Elephant Washing Method" that was on his bedside table.

"Can't practice a single bit."

After training, his already limited mental energy was almost entirely converted into muscle.
at the same time.

Inside a dry landscape garden in an island nation.

The girl sat under the cherry blossom tree, while Fang Jianxing stood beside her, bowing slightly.

"In my humble opinion, it is not appropriate to let Shinji take charge of the final finishing work. Although everything is proceeding according to plan, I still have a feeling of unease."

He had been having a run of bad luck lately, and even his last remaining informant in Yong'an had been eliminated, so he had a premonition and immediately brought it up.

The girl closed her eyes, and the falling cherry blossoms around her transformed into a gust of wind that enveloped her, disappearing in the next moment.

Only one sentence remained in the air:
"Jing, just focus on your own business."

This isn't the Great Chu; you're overthinking it.

Three days later.

Master, when are you coming back?

[It should be soon. Even at level eight, I can't slack off. I must strive to reach level nine this year and become a Martial Artist before I turn twenty!]

【OK. 】

Helpless, Meng Chuan found that every time he called his master, the conversation would eventually veer back to his spiritual practice.

The phone call ended, and Hua Yunfu's car arrived just then. Meng Chuan sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Since Gangzi Hard Kung Fu Club had not yet opened, he went directly to the United University Pre-High School to practice boxing.

Unlike regular high schools, the preparatory high school at the United University does not have a winter break that lasts for more than a month.

It's only valid until the third day of the Lunar New Year, which happens to be the first day of school today.

Upon arrival, Meng Chuan went straight to the Qi and Blood Testing Room.

A moment later, he stepped out happily.

"As expected, it's at level eight, and it exceeds the standard of 128 points by a full 15 points."

"As expected of a top-tier, first-class fist technique, upon mastery, one can likely directly advance to the ninth level."

Even with ordinary, top-tier boxing techniques, only by perfecting them can one push their Qi and blood to 256 points and reach the ninth level.

The Qi and Blood requirement for the Ninth Limit Realm is 500 points. Only after reaching this point can one begin to cultivate true skills and take the opportunity to break through the first major limit.

Therefore, ordinary martial artists need to practice at least two or three first-class boxing techniques in order to push their qi and blood to their limits.

According to Meng Chuan's observation, he could probably reach 500 points of Qi and Blood simply by using the Five Elements Universe Fist.

He had already made up his mind.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will choose the [Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique] as his ultimate technique for breaking through limits!
Since his conversation with Luo Meng that day, he had known that Master Luo's physical condition was unstable and that he could perish at any time due to the lightning magic.

Although it is unknown whether Master Luo gained anything from his trip to the island nation.

However, Meng Chuan believed that there was no time for him to learn the other skills first and get a feel for them.

Firstly, to fulfill my master's orders, and secondly, because the power of the Thunder Planting Technique is indeed remarkable.

One should be trustworthy, sincere, and steadfast in one's word.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan's joy at breaking through the barrier was somewhat diminished.

After regaining his composure, he turned and strode towards the martial arts arena to practice his punches.

"Master Luo is waiting for me, and Sister Ru is also waiting for me to avenge her. There's no time for idle thoughts; I must focus on improving my skills."

After attending the opening ceremony, Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng went to the martial arts arena together.

Lu Zhuxiao once said that the first lesson of the semester is a practical lesson.

Whether you've been slacking off during the holiday will be revealed once you step into the ring.

Meng Jiaolong sensed Xu Qingfeng's imposing aura beside her and felt that he was several levels stronger than before.

Since Meng Chuan started practicing martial arts at the school, a wave of intense competition has swept through the area, even causing his carefree personality to become more restrained.

Xu Qingfeng rested his hands behind his head and casually said:

"The holiday was too short. It feels like it didn't even start before it flew by."

"I think you've fallen back into your lazy ways."

"Have you heard? Lin Yue transferred schools as soon as he was discharged from the hospital before the Lunar New Year."

"Why stay at the United University Preparatory School if he's not transferring? If you ask me, Meng Chuan should just punch him to death!"

Meng Jiaolong had been bullied by Lin Yue quite a bit, and given his effeminate manner, she still preferred someone more masculine.

Involuntarily, Meng Chuan's image appeared in her mind.
She shook her head to clear her mind of distractions; she was simply appreciating it from an appreciative perspective.

Martial arts practitioners don't have many romantic relationships; they only judge each other's skill level.

The two entered the martial arts arena and looked up to see familiar spots and familiar faces.

"This is insane! Such talent, and so hardworking, they're leaving no room for anyone else to compete."

Xu Qingfeng's tone was exaggerated.

Meng Jiaolong deeply sympathized. She had sparred with Meng Chuan many times before the Lunar New Year, and each time she was utterly defeated.

Xu Qingfeng sighed:

"Fortunately, my Qi and blood have always been slightly ahead of his, so I should be able to enter the eighth level sooner than him."

Although he couldn't beat Meng Chuan, his qi and blood were always a notch higher than Meng Chuan's.

The last time I tested it, I got 123 points, which is not far from the eighth level.

"Meng Chuan, come upstairs for a sparring session after you're done practicing."

The first practical class of the semester was attended by students who had passed level seven or above.

The two dared not slack off, walked to Meng Chuan's side, said something, and went upstairs directly.

"it is good."

Meng Chuan focused intently on dealing with the silicon-gold stake in front of him. The Five Elements Fist's cultivation of qi involved the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, and the daily cultivation time was limited.

When you train, you must give it your all until you are mentally exhausted.

Two hours later, Meng Chuan finished his stance, adjusted his breathing, and headed to the arena area on the second floor.

On the arena, two martial artists at the seventh level were sparring, their fists and feet clashing in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Meng Chuan roughly assessed the situation and concluded that a single punch wouldn't pose a significant problem.

"coming?"

Xu Qingfeng greeted Meng Chuan upon seeing him.

"Ah."

"Shall we have a little sparring session later?"

Meng Chuan joked:
"I've already passed level eight, are you sure?"

Xu Qingfeng was struck dumb, and said in disbelief:
"Holy crap! You're on drugs? Seriously?"

(End of this chapter)