With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 231 Thunder Magic Tortoise Shell Victory Celebration Banquet

Now that his master has broken through to the Grandmaster level and can use his Qi to seal the Thunder Seed, Meng Chuan no longer needs to rush.

He learned by doing, simultaneously cultivating thunder magic to enhance his spiritual power and stabilizing his physical development.

The optimal solution is to rely on the limit-breaking trait to overcome the drawbacks of the Lightning Mage.

Meng Chuan was thinking when he heard Ren Ping say, as if she had suddenly remembered something:
"Oh, by the way, this method isn't entirely without its advantages for you."

Your master said that practicing thunder magic can greatly enhance your spiritual power and make up for your weaknesses. He's thinking long-term, saying it will help you achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and enter the Grandmaster realm.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ren Ping's phone, which was in the kitchen, rang.

"Xiao Meng, sit for a while longer. Dinner will be served soon. I need to take this call."

"Yes, madam."

Looking at his teacher's wife's hurried manner, Meng Chuan felt that her words just now seemed to have been rehearsed in advance, as if she had been instructed by someone.
In the kitchen, Ren Ping answered the phone; it was her husband, Luo Guanyun, calling.

As soon as I answered, I heard his urgent voice:
Did you explain to Chuan'er what I said, especially the drawbacks of the Thunder Seed devouring blood and qi?

[I already said so.]

What was his reaction?

Ren Ping said helplessly:
I just finished speaking and you called, so how could I possibly see your reaction?

However, this child is destined for great things; he listened attentively without changing his expression while I was speaking.

Luo Guanyun's tone became increasingly urgent.

Forget it, I'm in a hurry, I'll be right back.

After Luo Guanyun returned, the three of them ate and chatted at the dinner table, without mentioning a word about what Ren Ping had just said.

Luo Guanyun already knew about the strange dragon demon inside his disciple's body.

He pointed out:

"You are not yet a martial artist and do not understand. This thing is formed by the fusion of the essence in your body and the energy of the fallen dragon."

However, since [God] is the key to control, you will need to diligently cultivate your mental strength in the future to be able to control it as you would your own limb.

After hearing what Master Luo said, Meng Chuan felt that he had gained another reason to practice thunder magic.
After the meal, Meng Chuan and his master both drank quite a bit.

Seeing his wife begin to tidy up the table, Luo Guanyun gave Meng Chuan a wink, signaling him to come with him to the martial arts room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, with the smell of alcohol emanating from them, Luo Guanyun said solemnly:
"Chuan'er, have you thought about what your teacher's wife just told you?"

When faced with the situation, Luo Guanyun was no longer as conflicted as before.

Just as Yang Huan taught himself.

Following the natural course is in accordance with the way of Heaven.

Meng Chuan understood; his teacher's wife's words were indeed on behalf of Master Luo.

Luo Guanyun may seem carefree on the surface, but he is actually a very soft-hearted person.

He pursed his lips, his eyes resolute.

“I’ve already decided on my master; I want to cultivate thunder magic.”

Outside the window, the wind rustled through the leaves, but inside the martial arts room, all was silent.

Luo Guanyun's thoughts were wandering like clouds. He suddenly remembered the morning when he first met Meng Chuan.

The only doll in the entire martial arts school who dared to look him in the eye.

Luo Guanyun suddenly laughed. He had changed so much, but this kid was still as stubborn as ever.

He reached out and patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder, then squeezed it hard twice.

"Alright, when you reach the stage of pursuing the Qi sensation, I will teach you the [Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique]!"
Everyone says my thunder magic is a death warrant, but I'll see if my disciple can turn it into a ladder to heaven!

Now that his apprentice had made up his mind, Luo Guanyun didn't hesitate any longer.

He raised his hand and summoned the tortoise shell from the hidden compartment into his palm.

In Meng Chuan's view, Luo Guanyun stared at the mottled tortoise shell in his hand, his fingers stroking the strange patterns deeply engraved into the shell.

A moment later, Luo Guanyun told Meng Chuan about the origin of the tortoise shell.

Meng Chuan stared at the tortoise shell, feeling a slight tremor in his mind, as if an invisible demonic voice was whispering in his ear, stirring up the deepest desires in his heart.

The dragon demon inside him seemed to smell something, and its limp body rustled as it tried to crawl out.

Meng Chuan frowned, his blood and qi surging as he forcefully suppressed it.

This object has too strong a power to intimidate the mind; even with the disciple's strength, he cannot withstand it.

Luo Guanyun twisted his wrist, and the tortoise shell was hidden in his sleeve.

"The demonic technique engraved on this tortoise shell is called [Spiritual Platform Demon Seed - Fear Chapter]. Fang Jianxing and the others must have cultivated other chapters. According to my deduction, the combination of its various chapters must be an unparalleled demonic technique."

I certainly won't practice this method, and Chuan'er, you shouldn't even think about it."

"clear."

Meng Chuan nodded emphatically.

Although he hadn't tried it, even if demonic arts could also break through limits and grant special abilities, he wouldn't choose to cultivate them.

Although demonic arts can be mastered quickly, they all have many drawbacks. Moreover, the Great Chu has zero tolerance for those who practice demonic arts; if caught, they are to be executed.

With hard work and his skills, he has a bright future ahead of him and will not do anything to ruin it.

"But according to my research, although this demonic art is on an evil path, its purpose is somewhat similar to thunder magic."

The Thunder Technique condenses lightning into a seed, while this technique refines emotions into demonic energy. Though seemingly different paths, they actually share a common origin.

After saying that, Luo Guanyun flicked his finger, and his inner energy outlined two meridian diagrams in the void, one blue and one red, reflecting each other.

"Let me use this blue and red as examples. You see, lightning magic is fierce and domineering, but it's too rigid and easily broken. Demonic arts, on the other hand, are insidious and ruthless, but they are also biased and extreme. If we can take the essence and discard the dross..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clasped his hands together, and the two meridian diagrams slowly merged under the impetus of his internal energy, transforming into a completely new pathway. Meng Chuan's pupils narrowed; he sensed something.

Last time at the police station, it was Zhao Jian, the demonic martial artist who ambushed me.

When Master Luo removed the demonic seed from his body, he had already made some guesses about it.

Now it seems that was indeed true.
Luo Guanyun withdrew his internal energy and said calmly:
“Master, I’m not entirely counting on you. If you encounter any other fragments in the future, please be sure to keep an eye out for them.”

"clear."

Meng Chuan nodded.

He has his own methods, and Master Luo has his own path. If the two of them work together, they will surely be able to solve the drawbacks of this thunder magic.

Just as he was thinking this, Meng Chuan suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder as his master's five fingers pressed down like an iron hoop.

"Once you reach the level of a martial arts master, I will be at ease. At that time, I will go to the island nation to search for the Parasite Society. There is no information about this kind of demonic art in the Great Chu, so it should all be in their hands."

"it is good."

Although the matter was dangerous, Meng Chuan knew he couldn't persuade Master Luo, just as Master Luo couldn't persuade him.

After this matter was settled, Meng Chuan did not ask Master Luo to instruct him in practicing boxing, but instead inquired about his meridians and qi and blood.

After listening to his apprentice's account, Luo Guanyun said in a deep voice:
"I don't really understand the reason behind it, but I think that since you have meridians that are different from ordinary people, if you don't cultivate your qi and blood to the limit of your meridians, you will be wasting this heaven-given foundation."

Don't rush. It's safer to ask Principal Yang first. He's busy lately. Go find him after school starts, and let your teacher give you a heads-up beforehand.

"Ok."

Meng Chuan nodded. This matter concerned the foundation of his martial arts, so it was indeed better to be cautious.

Then they started practicing boxing. As Luo Guanyun watched the burly young man, who was even more robust than himself, he remarked with admiration:

"You'll be going to the United University to report for the new semester in September. Luckily, it's not far from Yong'an, so your master can fly over to visit you if he misses you."

Unlike its preparatory high school, the National Union University was located deep in the heart of Mount Li.

If you walk, it would take three or four hours to get from the foot of the mountain to the school gate.

"I won't tell you anything else; you'll figure it out yourself when you get to university. Just one thing: don't slack off lately, intensify your boxing practice. Ordinary people have summer vacations, but martial artists don't."

Furthermore, at the Yong'an Grandmaster Conference, your future class teacher, Grandmaster Chen Qiushui, also mentioned to me that the Grandmaster Class will begin resource allocation reforms this year, which will likely start with your batch of students.

As the top martial artist in the North, I naturally aspire to be the top martial artist in the United Nations!

"Understood, Master Luo, don't worry!"

After exchanging martial arts principles with Master Luo for a while, Meng Chuan went back to sleep.

After talking things out with his master, he slept very soundly that night.

Time flies, and it's already mid-August.

As always, Meng Chuan practiced his boxing routine early in the morning under the rising sun.

The aura of thunder and fire shone even brighter under the sunlight. Meng Chuan's fists were as fast as lightning, accompanied by crackling sounds, like thunder in a clear sky.

After a moment, while adjusting his breathing, he focused his gaze on the control panel.

[Thunderbolt Strike: Mastery (79%) → (80%) Awaiting Limit Break]

"Once he has made great progress, his qi and blood will improve significantly."

Although it doesn't have the same effect on promoting blood circulation as the Five Elements Fist, as a first-class martial art, its effect is not much worse.

After finishing his morning exercise, Meng Chuan prepared to go home for breakfast, thinking as he walked.

The results of the national martial arts examination were released today, although they were unrelated to Meng Chuan, who was exempted from the exam.

But he was still looking forward to the results, wondering how his friends had done on the exam.

"Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng will definitely get into the United University, and the Grandmaster Class is probably about the same. Studying martial arts and getting into a military academy should be a sure thing. Le Ping's application to Yong'an Martial Arts University should also be fine."

Yong'an is such an eerie place. Just as I was thinking this, my phone started ringing with messages one after another.

A moment later, Meng Chuan smiled.

As he expected, everyone passed the exam, except for Wang Yue, who chose to spend another year reflecting on his studies.
Meng Chuan concluded his message in the group chat by saying:
Tonight's Yongfu feast is on me.

Their generation has already entered the gates of Wuhan University.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Inside the private room, the men and women all possessed extraordinary qualities.

If a stranger passes by, one can immediately tell that those present are all martial arts masters.

Zheng Zhenzhen and Meng Jiaolong sat on either side of Meng Chuan, constantly pouring him drinks.

Unfortunately, given Meng Chuan's superhuman constitution, the wine would be completely digested after he swallowed it.

Looking at the two women beside him, dressed in flamboyant attire, the dragon demon within Meng Chuan felt inexplicably excited.

Within the middle dantian, the body, which had been coiled up, suddenly stiffened and taut into a straight line.

Meng Chuan was of one mind with it and sensed the abnormality. He circulated his qi and blood and suppressed it with a counterattack.

With so many people present, if the Dragon Demon embarrasses him, he'll be beaten to a pulp when they get back.
Meng Jiaolong wore a pair of exquisite earrings, which made her high and straight neck appear even whiter.

She placed a large piece of turtle meat on Meng Chuan's plate and said:

"My mom said there will be a placement test at the beginning of the semester, which will determine the amount of free credits allocated for the semester."

His mother, Chen Qiushui, was the head of the Master Class at the Northern Union University.

At this point, Xu Qingfeng felt a pang of sadness.

"Sigh, the Grandmaster Class used to be divided equally, but the rules have changed for our batch of students."

With nine seasoned veterans around, we'd be lucky to avoid last place. Let that beast Lao Meng try to win first place.

(End of this chapter)