With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 240 The Wonders of Dragons and Demons, Martial Arts Hidden in Ten Thousand Scrolls!
The young man had strong facial features, and his eyebrows bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Chu Yanhu.

But his aura was more composed and reserved, and he could sense that his opponent was a martial arts master.

The other party clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice:
“Junior Brother Meng, I am Chu Yanlong from the Grandmaster Class. I have brought my younger brother here to apologize.”

Chu Yanhu reluctantly cupped his hands in greeting, his voice muffled as if he had a lump of charcoal in his mouth:

"I'm sorry, Teacher Chen, I acted impulsively before."

Meng Chuan was completely baffled. It seemed that the other party had been spying on him during the day just for this reason.

Chu Yanlong is a member of the martial arts master class. Giving him face will make it easier to meet again in the future.

He waved his hand and laughed:

"In martial arts competitions, the outcome depends on one's own ability. Your boxing teacher's anger is none of your business. Since Senior Brother Chu has personally intervened to mediate, this matter is now closed."

Chu Yanlong's expression softened slightly, and he gave his brother a wink. The younger brother hesitated for a moment, then took out a large box from his pocket and handed it over.

Meng Chuan glanced at it and saw that it was a gift box of Hunyuan Body Tempering Cream, containing five large tubes, worth over 700,000 yuan, which was quite a generous offer.

"No need."

Meng Chuan waved his hand in refusal; he wasn't that narrow-minded.

His boxing master, Chen Xu, had already "ceded territory and paid reparations," so he felt a little embarrassed to take any more advantage of him.

"Consider this my brother's apology. Xiao Meng, please accept it without worry. I hope you two can practice boxing together in the future, so that Xiao Hu can learn a lot from you."

As a genius from the United University's Martial Arts Master Class, Chu Yanlong's humble attitude was inappropriate for Meng Chuan to ignore.

He took the box and said with a smile:
"Brother Yanhu, will we still be playing when credits are allocated next semester?"

Chu Yanhu's face flushed red instantly, and he was about to speak up when his brother slapped him on the back of the head:

"Stop fighting! Go back and practice more!"

"Brother, why do I have to apologize, Mingming?"

After leaving, Chu Yanhu couldn't help but ask a question, but his brother immediately interrupted him.

"If your martial arts teacher offends him, then you and he will also form a grudge. This is called being entangled in karma. Do you understand?"
If it were just some insignificant pawn, that would be one thing, but these past two days I've been gathering information on the other side from various sources, and the more I look at it, the more alarmed I become.

His growth has been astonishingly rapid, like a chosen one described in folk tales. Having a grudge against such a person could very well lead to your death in the future!

Chu Yanhu was speechless. His brother was being ridiculous; how could he come up with such a reason?

He couldn't help but defend himself:
"Brother, even if what you say is true, there can only be one chosen one in those stories."

If Meng Chuan is him, then what about Wu Hong, the direct disciple of the sect's [Xuan Sha Mountain Lord Shang Ruyi] Grandmaster?

His response was another slap on the back of the head.

"Whatever it is has nothing to do with you and me. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, you should focus on practicing martial arts. Becoming a martial artist as soon as possible is more important than anything else!"

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

Principal Yang Huan had returned to Yong'an from Fengtian a month ago.

But as soon as he returned, he received a notice and immediately rushed to Chencang, which is less than 100 kilometers away from Yong'an.

A level-three demon nest suddenly appeared outside the city. Principal Yang is currently fighting against it together with Principal Yin of Yong'an Martial Arts University, the head of the Huo family in Chencang, and Venerable [Lone Peak Shining at Night · Huo Ting].

Therefore, Meng Chuan was not in a hurry to deal with the matter of meridians; he understood what was more important.

We can simply wait for Principal Yang's triumphant return. With the strength of the three of us, we can easily quell the level three demon nest.

Meng Chuan is currently tidying up his dormitory. He took some time yesterday to go down the mountain and go home.

Auntie made a lot of medicinal soup and asked him to take it back with him.

He also picked up the package that President Shen had sent him.

Meng Chuan arranged the medicinal pastes neatly, filling the refrigerator to the brim, which looked very satisfying.

Finally, he opened the package and removed the professionally sealed outer box.

A black, prismatic crystal, about half the size of a palm, came into view.

"This looks exactly like the previous Shadow Fiend core. Could it be a mid-tier Shadow Fiend?"

Swish!
The dragon demon suddenly appeared from the back of his head, and without a word, it opened its huge mouth and charged madly towards the Heavenly Demon Core in his hand.

"Go back!"

Fortunately, Meng Chuan reacted quickly, raising his right hand holding the crystal high in an instant, while his left hand skillfully gathered energy to suppress it back into his body.

The next moment, Meng Chuan sensed something unusual within his body.

The dragon demon was acting like a madman, constantly raging within its body, trying to break through the blood and qi seal and emerge again.

After being suppressed several times, it finally came to its senses and realized who was the boss in this inner world.

Within his middle dantian, Meng Chuan sensed that the opponent had coiled its body into a ball, with its bulging snake head tilting up and down as if bowing.

"This thing is so intelligent?"

He knew that the Dragon Demon wanted the Heavenly Demon Core in his possession, but he couldn't give it to him.

If he causes any more trouble, he, as the "master," will have to clean up the mess.

However, thinking back to what happened before, after the opponent absorbed the image of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist.

It also brought positive feedback to my muscles and bones, so perhaps this thing has a similar effect?

However, the core of a mid-level Heavenly Demon is not cheap. The cheapest one starts at a million, and it is common for rarer ones to cost two or three million.

In the end, curiosity prevailed, and Meng Chuan decided to give it a try.

"I'll ask Teacher Dong to keep an eye on things for me, so that he can be there to protect me if anything unexpected happens."

It was noon, and he had just finished his training session and had lunch at home with Teacher Dong Yue before taking out the Heavenly Demon Core.

"Let it go, I'll keep an eye on it, there won't be any problems."

While Dong Yue was rehearsing, Meng Chuan asked him to help keep an eye on things.

The two spent every day together, shirtless, practicing their drills, which naturally warmed up their teacher-student relationship considerably.

This small request doesn't need to be paid extra. As a master of the Three Limits Martial Arts, the little dragon demon can't cause any trouble.

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Dong."

After saying that, Meng Chuan released his grip on the dragon demon.

It peeked out from its waist, giving him a fawning look.

"Here, eat."

A flicker of pain crossed his eyes as he handed the core to the other person.

The dragon demon instantly opened its enormous maw, far exceeding its own size, and swallowed it whole.

Then, without waiting, it retreated back into Meng Chuan's middle dantian, closed its eyes, and coiled into a circle.

Meng Chuan waited a moment, but nothing changed.

"Give me some response! It's several million of my money!"

He felt like he'd thrown a meat bun at a dog.

Dong Yue stared blankly at Meng Chuan, completely bewildered.

After a moment, he said uncertainly:
"This creature within you is quite interesting. It's the first time I've ever seen a creature that can devour the core of a Heavenly Demon."

It's probably digesting now. Wait until it's finished digesting and then check again. Call me if anything comes up.

"Ok."

That was the only way. Meng Chuan glanced at the little thing inside his body again.

After confirming that he was behaving himself, he bid farewell to Dong Yue and left.

The rehearsal started late today, and Master Lu was still waiting for him to practice his boxing. Meng Chuan went to the Zhenlong Hall.

On the way, I checked the panel.

Today's training consisted of four combined exercises. After the exercises, Meng Chuan felt a warm and full sensation in his lower dantian.

It felt as if a fireball was gathering in the lower abdomen; this was a sensation experienced only by practicing Shaolin hard kung fu to an extremely high level.

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"Another hard skill is about to break through its limits, and my strength will increase significantly."

This method was also a second-rate hard skill that he had practiced for a long time. At that time, Meng Chuan's horizontal training was not yet systematic. He only practiced it because of its great reputation. He would have to carefully consider the next method.

After all, martial arts can be all-encompassing; one can learn anything and practice it gradually.

However, if physical strength is insufficient and one's acupoints have not yet undergone changes, one still needs to "take a beating" to achieve this.

One must carefully select techniques that are beneficial to one's own system.

"After the effects of the plaster wear off and the technique breaks through its limits, I'll ask Teacher Dong tomorrow if there are any hard techniques related to [blood], but I estimate the chances are very slim."

Muscles, tendons, bones, and blood—the most basic structure for building the physical concert hall—are all things Meng Chuan is determined to collect.

However, he had already asked Zhao Shousui and Li Weigang, who said frankly that there was none, but there were quite a few demonic arts.
Meng Chuan was speechless, but there was nothing he could do.

Because he had also searched online, there were thousands of hard skills in the Great Chu Kingdom, ranging from divine skills to third-rate hard skills, but none of them were related to blood.

"Does this mean we have to learn foreign martial arts techniques?"

There are quite a few experts in this field in America. Putting aside whether they need it for themselves, most of them practice by taking medicine, and their cultivation methods are different from those in the Great Chu. Meng Chuan is worried that practicing them will cause problems.

Even more frightening was the possibility of overdosing on medication, leading to the devastating news from the North Union University: "Why is your head so pointed?"
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan decided to go to the [Ten Thousand Scrolls Martial Arts Pavilion] that his master had previously "braggaged" about that evening.

Even if you don't have the one you need most, you can find a backup technique to practice first, so that the practice of all four techniques doesn't stop.

That day and night.

After having dinner, Meng Chuan walked along the path to the left of the cafeteria.

Five minutes later, a huge and magnificent building stood before us.

The six-story pavilion was entirely black, with eaves as sharp as knives. The pavilion was engraved with what appeared to be countless martial arts mantras, and under the cover of darkness, its surface faintly shimmered with golden light, leaving Meng Chuan dazzled.

His anticipation was high because of its appearance, and he immediately stepped inside.

Meng Chuan learned in advance that the three lower levels contained cultivation techniques below the True Skill level, with original copies and rubbings each accounting for half of the total.

The fourth and fifth floors contain rubbings of martial arts techniques, which are originally very precious and naturally will not be easily shown to people here to prevent damage or loss.

The very top layer houses the nine manuscripts of divine martial arts techniques collected by the Northern Union University since its founding.

However, this is for display purposes only. If you wish to practice, please contact the principal first.

Meng Chuan took a quick look around and got a feel for the layout.

Students in the regular classes who have not reached the limit of a martial artist's qi and blood cannot enter the fourth level or above.

However, his master class privileges allow him to freely go upstairs and access genuine skills and even ultimate techniques.

Meng Chuan had no particular intentions. His purpose in coming today, besides checking for blood cultivation techniques, was to find a backup hard skill similar to the Azure Dragon Locking Body that could be applied to the body and made easier to cultivate.

True skills and profound techniques are useless if you can only look at them with envy and can't practice them.

He asked the administrator directly, who pondered for a moment and told him that there was no such thing, and pointed him to the hardware partition, saying that he could look for it himself.

The first objective failed; as expected, there were no techniques related to blood within.

Next, we will execute Plan B.

This was a plan he had prepared in advance. He had too many physical skills that affected his body's surface, so unless he practiced even more powerful true-level physical skills, the other effects would not be obvious.

In addition, based on what Dong Yue said earlier, and combined with his own thoughts.

The stronger the internal muscles become, the better one's self-control will be.

"There are very few techniques that can be used internally; hopefully, we can find one."

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