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He then explained:

"Old Zhao, you're too late. Meng Chuan has already signed a contract with Beilian University for exemption from entrance exams."

"Besides, Wudang is too far from home, and my disciple doesn't want to go."

"No exam? Your apprentice isn't going to that old-fashioned master class?"

Zhao Shousui was puzzled, and then said:

“I can assure you right now that Wudang can pay the termination fee so that Meng Chuan can attend the Seeking the Dao class. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Although we live in an era where geniuses are emerging in abundance.

However, those with the talent of "Purple Cloud Dragon" like Meng Chuan are still very few and far between.

Like martial arts masters, each additional student like this contributes to the school's foundation.

Luo Guanyun explained:
"He signed a Grandmaster Training Program contract, with a penalty of ten figures for breach of contract."
Alright, I agree on behalf of Meng Chuan. You don't need to give it to the United Nations General Assembly; just give it to my apprentice.

"I'll put in a good word for you; it wouldn't be a problem if you became my godfather or god-grandfather."

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Zhao Shousui was very self-controlled and refrained from scolding him.

The actions of the North Associated University broke the rules, and Zhao Shousui couldn't help but ask again:
"According to you, Meng Chuan didn't want to be too far from home, so he went to the Yong'an branch school instead of the Fengtian main campus, right?"

Could it be that Venerable Yang Huan acted on his own initiative without fear of being punished by the Sui Heavenly King?

Luo Guanyun smiled and said:
"No, as far as I know, it was the Sui Heavenly King who first proposed this matter."

Why is he the number one king, and why does the alliance of the four directions (east, west, south, and north) have a strong momentum to surpass him?

"You five old-fashioned Buddhist and Taoist sects, shouldn't you reflect on yourselves?"

Zhao Shousui fell silent, still feeling somewhat uneasy.

However, the North Union University set a precedent, and the competition among universities to recruit students will become increasingly fierce in the future.

He decided to go back and talk to the old sect leader to see if Wudang should follow suit.

Having survived countless bloody storms and upheavals, the Wudang Sect has managed to emerge from the chaos of the past and become one of the nine top-tier martial arts universities today, which must be due to its wisdom in survival.

Quanzhen, Shangqing, Lingbao, and Shenxiao were all major Taoist sects in ancient times, on par with Wudang and the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Nowadays, they have gradually declined and been phased out, and have basically been swallowed up and become branch schools of Wudang or Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion.

Those that survived were insignificant and far smaller than the two in terms of sheer size.

The same applies to Buddhism, including Shaolin, Yan Hua, Emei, as well as the Vinaya School, Pure Land School, Tiantai School, and other major Buddhist and Taoist sects in the past.

Of all the sects that have survived to this day and are thriving, only Shaolin Yan Hua and Emei have survived and are becoming increasingly prosperous.

Of the many once-great martial arts sects, why are only five able to become the current "Special Grade Martial Arts Universities"?

It was because it followed the trend of the Qi and Blood Martial Arts era that it successfully caught the wave.

Now, the National Union University has set a precedent by offering the "Master Class" without entrance exams, which has ignited an increasingly fierce battle for talent.

This is tantamount to superseding the rules of the national martial arts examination established by the Great Chu.

"The North United University has already taken action, and it is estimated that the other three United Universities are also making their own moves in secret."

Wudang is also about to take action.

Zhao Shousui thought to himself that although this matter seemed insignificant now, its merits would be clearly revealed in a few years.

If all nine top-tier martial arts universities start doing this, will the Great Chu blame us?

It doesn't matter. It's not like we're going against the country. Ultimately, it's all for the sake of the people.

As for the specifics of how to proceed, that's up to the sect leader to decide. Wudang has the capability and resources to do so.
Meanwhile, in the Lingfei Martial Arts Hall in Wu'an City, Meng Chuan spent money to open a small private arena room.

On the stage, Wang Ye moved with the agility of an eel, his Tai Chi sword flowing like a dragon.

Meng Chuan's physical body was so tough that the alloy sword tip felt like an itch when it pierced his body. He threw a punch with his backhand, and the resulting gale-force winds resounded throughout the entire martial arts arena.

The hurricane swept over Wang Ye's head, and his hair was blown into disarray.

The more he fought, the more terrified he became, feeling as if he were dancing on a tightrope, and that one wrong move and he would be dead.

"No wonder Xu Nuo couldn't beat him. He's a monster."

His strength was indeed far inferior to Meng Chuan's, but what puzzled him was that every time his fists and feet touched and were suppressed, there would be a strange sense of recoil.

Moreover, Meng Chuanzhou possessed a strange aura, which shocked him the most.

After more than three hundred moves, he was getting stronger and stronger, his punches becoming heavier and heavier, showing no signs of waning.

"Hold"

Wang Ye's face showed bitterness; he regretted not coming to the martial arts school with Meng Chuan no matter what.
When Meng Chuan saw that the other man was showing signs of weakness, he fought with him for a while and then seized the opportunity to break in and deliver a powerful blow, "Yaksha Probing the Sea"!
To avoid accidental injury, Meng Chuan did not use any punching techniques, but still managed to pin Wang Ye to the ground.

"Ouch, you fucking easy on me! It hurts like hell!"

If it weren't for the protection of his advanced Qi-cultivating and armor-wearing skills, he felt his shoulder blades would have shattered.

"I'm sorry, Master Wang, let me massage you. Let's continue!"

Meng Chuan helped him up and continued to "torture" Wang Ye in various ways.

I practiced the Five Elements Fist and the Thunderclap Scattered Hand, two top-notch boxing techniques, alternating between them to gain proficiency.

This person's style is very similar to Xu Qingfeng's, except that he is stronger.

He felt that Wang Ye's strength was roughly equivalent to that of five Xu.

Xu Qingfeng is already a top-notch young talent in Yong'an City.

However, compared to a genius like Wang Ye, who is from the top-tier Wuhan University, he is still a bit too inexperienced.

But Xu Qingfeng is still young, and there are endless possibilities for the future.

Meng Chuan felt that the fact that he could comprehend the power of will, such as the [Cloud Intent], at the seventh level was enough to prove that he was quite talented. After entering the university and receiving better training, he might just unleash his full potential.

Time flew by amidst the punches and kicks.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged six or seven hundred moves. Meng Chuan glanced at the panel and mentally gave Wang Ye a thumbs up.

"What a top-tier experience user!"

Half an hour later, Meng Chuan sat on the edge of the arena to catch his breath, while Wang Ye was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground.

"Master Wang, your stamina is a bit lacking. You were walking around that black-stockinged beauty with great energy during the competition this morning."

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Wang Ye was very tired and didn't want to talk.

When sparring with Meng Chuan, one must maintain a high level of mental and physical concentration. How can these be the same?

While waiting for the sun to set, and after Wang Ye had rested for a while, Meng Chuan asked curiously:

"Master Wang, there must be many Taoist priests in Wudang who practice the [Qi-Nourishing Armor Technique] or the [Azure Dragon Locking Body Technique]."

Do you know if anyone has ever reached that level of skill, such as having complete control over the entire body's muscles, and being able to freely change and modify their body shape?

Meng Chuan was gathering information about body modification.

If the Taoist priests of Wudang can do it, then we can learn from their experience.

Wang Ye had recovered considerably by now. He thought for a moment and asked suspiciously:
"What are you thinking? That's impossible."

I've never heard of anyone practicing these hard skills to the point of being able to transform into a "motorcycle man".

At most, it might increase the density of muscles and bones, or improve physical control.

The things you're talking about, like altering body shape, aren't human anymore; they're monsters.

Even someone as powerful as my master, a martial arts grandmaster specializing in hard techniques, is merely constantly breaking through the shackles of his physical body and raising its limits; he's not inhuman either.

"Thank you, Master Wang, I understand."

Meng Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

I thought that someone like Master Zhao, a physically invincible expert in external martial arts, might be able to achieve the physical form I had previously envisioned.

Not to mention the Dharma Body Heaven and Earth that is hundreds of feet high, it is at least comparable to the powerful figures of the Pictographic Sect.

Such as transforming into a giant ape or tiger, thereby altering one's physical form.

Meng Chuan thought to himself:

"It seems I was mistaken. Perhaps the idea in my mind will become my own unique ability."

Just like the kick he gave Xu Nuo when he shaved his head during their match this morning.

If only my legs could be longer, or my speed could be faster.

That kick was enough to decide the outcome of the game.

"Master Wang, you've worked hard today. You should go back and rest. I'll practice a little longer."

The sun was beginning to set. Meng Chuan shook off the dust from his body and prepared to practice his boxing later, hoping to trigger the [Dawn and Dusk Enlightenment] skill.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye was completely convinced.

His master had vaguely mentioned to him before that Meng Chuan's determination to practice martial arts was terrifyingly strong.

He was initially a little resentful, but today he'd learned his lesson and seen the light.
"Brother Meng is truly ruthless. From now on, I am your younger brother and I submit."

Wang Ye bowed and took his leave. At this moment, he was not only sore all over, but also mentally exhausted, and had no desire to practice boxing at all.

As Wang Ye walked out of the martial arts hall, he rubbed his aching back and murmured to himself:
"He had a match in the morning, sparred with me for over a thousand moves in the afternoon, and then had to practice boxing in the evening. That's fucking insane!"

He felt that people like Meng Chuan were born to accomplish great things.

Even without a talent for martial arts, one can achieve great things through sheer perseverance.

After Wang Ye left, Meng Chuan practiced from day to night.

Even though the effects of hearing the Dao morning and evening were not triggered, he still diligently practiced the boxing routines.

The muscles were taut like rocks, with terrifying blue veins like steel cables twisting and swaying with each movement.

Every punch Meng Chuan threw landed solidly, exuding power.

Now let's wait for the limit to be broken for [Flesh Flower] and verify our guesses.
The next morning.

Taihang Zhenlong Martial Arts Competition Center.

Meng Chuanru boldly crossed the line, sitting on the sidelines watching the tigers fight!

Today's first match is his main focus: a showdown between Zheng Chengcheng and Jueming.

At exactly nine o'clock, the host excitedly shouted:
"Today, two great Buddhist masters have gathered in Wu'an, one with a Zen mind as firm as a mountain, and the other with a Buddhist spirit as vast as the sea."

Who will ultimately emerge victorious in the Yan Hua Shaolin Temple battle? Let's wait and see!

At this moment, Jueming, dressed in a simple monk's robe, stood on either side of Zheng Chengcheng, who was dressed in a magnificent yellow robe.

A gentle breeze blew by, and although they were all Buddhist monks, the air felt inexplicably heavier.

The struggles between Buddhist sects are far more brutal than ordinary people can imagine.

The Yan Hua and Shaolin schools have different interpretations and practices of Buddhist doctrines, and even their methods of cultivation and propagation are quite different.

Jue Ming, dressed in plain white robes and bald, had eight ordination scars on his forehead that gleamed under the stage lights. Zheng Chengcheng, on the other hand, exuded an air of nobility, her black hair cascading down her back, a fact that hinted at her elegance.

Before they could even display their physical skills, their verbal sparring had already begun.

On the stage, Zheng Chengcheng looked at her opponent's "retro" appearance and suddenly chuckled:
“As Yan Hua said in the Mahavairocana Sutra, ‘Bodhi mind is the cause, and great compassion is the root.’ The way Master Jueming sits in meditation is in line with the ‘wild fox Zen’ of Shaolin, which does not rely on words.”

(End of this chapter)