With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 254 Speculation on Secret Techniques, and an Inspection Tour

After his master's guidance, Meng Chuan understood the classification of elixirs by grade.

Based on the ingredients of rare and precious materials and magical materials contained within, as well as their specific medicinal properties, they are divided into four grades.

【Great Elixir, Precious Elixir, Rare Elixir, Divine Elixir】

Most of the pills he had taken before were of no grade.

More precious than those without rank are called Great Pills, such as the [Brightening Great Pill] that I took before, which can improve eyesight and detect Qi.

Then came the precious pills, the rare pills, and the most precious of all, the divine pills, which even the Heavenly King and the Great Sage rarely saw.

Meng Chuan could not find any information about the elixir online. Due to its extreme rarity or some other reason, he only knew its name but not its effects.

He had only heard a rumor that in the old days there was a divine pill called the "Seven-Day Heaven-Changing Pill".

There's a saying that goes, "The elixir of immortality is naturally formed, but a skillful hand may obtain it by chance."

Upon its emergence, it stirred up a bloodbath in the martial arts world. After years of fighting, the elixir disappeared without a trace, leaving only the legend that it could grant immortality upon consumption.

Moreover, even in the Demon Nest, in the burgeoning era of Qi and Blood Martial Arts, Divine Pills are rare and precious gifts from heaven.

The nation is vigorously collecting rare materials, and countless modern alchemy furnaces are running day and night. It's possible that only one divine pill could be produced in the entire Great Chu Dynasty every few years.

Although Zhendan is not as rare as it is, it is still something that ordinary people rarely see.

Meng Chuan is already very lucky to have obtained one by winning the competition, so he naturally doesn't dare to hope for a divine pill.

The next morning, Meng Chuan woke up from his sleep.

I spent the whole night drinking and socializing at the Oriental Pearl Tower, and even though I tried my best to expel the alcohol, my head is still a little dizzy.

"I have to go to Hanhai to sign a contract later, I almost overslept, I can't drink so much next time."

Yesterday, Master joined the group from Hanhai in getting the champion drunk.

It's normal for Meng Chuan to be a bit hungover now, since he could take on a hundred men single-handedly.

Shaking his dizzy head, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged on the sofa and meditated on the dragon for twenty minutes.

After opening my eyes, I realized that my mind was much clearer.

[Dragon Meditation: Second Level (33%) → (34%)]

"The progress is finally over one-third complete. If it weren't for the permanent certificate, I might still be stuck on the first level."

Meng Chuan was self-aware; he wasn't a genius in this field. He could rely on his Great Luo traits to gradually improve his proficiency.

He had a feeling that the secret method had other effects besides steadily improving his proficiency, but he didn't know them yet.

It may be due to limited understanding of martial arts principles, but the most likely explanation is that one needs to cultivate it to perfection before one can even glimpse its secrets.

At the same time, the master in the next room also woke up.

The pre-contract for "Dawn's Start" that we agreed to be signed this morning is to be signed this morning.

Meng Chuan was about to leave with Master Luo for the Han Hai headquarters when his cell phone rang:
[That was a really good performance! I never expected that our Ping'an Middle School could produce a national champion!]

Hearing that familiar voice, Meng Chuan smiled.

It was Principal Zong, his first mentor.

On the other end of the phone, a slightly aged yet excited voice continued to come through.

Because of you, many children with talent in martial arts want to come to our school, and Ping An Middle School has suddenly become famous.

However, alas, I can't teach these good kids. Fortunately, the Education Bureau has transferred a martial arts expert to replace me as the principal of Ping An Middle School.

Meng Chuan looked dejected; with the school's student body becoming increasingly outstanding, there was nothing that could be done about it.

I'm getting old, my blood and energy are declining, and I can't keep up. I can't teach these gifted kids with good aptitude.

You are an exception. The school played a very small role in your success; it was mainly your own diligence and talent that allowed you to get to where you are today. Therefore, I will not mislead you.

Are you planning to retire?

It's too early to say no. I can still contribute to Yong'an for a while longer. I can stay in the publicity department for a few more years and also help you monitor public opinion. Isn't that great?

You're busy, aren't you? Old people tend to be talkative. You must continue to work hard so that our school can produce a martial arts master, setting a good example for all the younger students who admire you.

After saying that, Principal Zong hung up the phone.

Meng Chuan was deeply moved, realizing for the first time the immense power of time.

The Principal Zong, his close friend despite the age difference, was still the robust old man who went to the martial arts arena every day to set an example for the students.

However, the publicity department is a good fit for Principal Zong.

At least he can retire peacefully and enjoy his old age, which brings Meng Chuan some comfort.

He is not a saint, and he is currently powerless to save the world. He only wishes that those close to him may live a smooth and worry-free life.

The path of martial arts is like climbing a treacherous peak; only by constantly striving to reach higher can one provide shelter for those behind them.

Han Hai's nanny van was parked outside the hotel. Meng Chuan and his master got in and the van slowly drove away.

On the bus, Meng Chuan and his aunt agreed on a time to go home.

He opened his phone and saw many people tagging him in the "Martial Arts Master Class" group chat.

Upon seeing Meng Chuan win the championship, many people sent their congratulations.

[Wishing you prosperity and good fortune! Give me a red envelope!]

Meng Chuanjian saw that the ten million from Hanhai had arrived in his account, and his own wallet was now back to twenty million.

He then generously sent a fifty-yuan red envelope.

[Meng Guanjun, only fifty yuan?!]

Everyone swarmed around the wealthy man, and even the rarely seen Grandmaster Chen Qiushui chimed in, calling him an old miser.
This money was all earned through hard work. Although Meng Chuan was reluctant to part with it, he couldn't withstand the crowd's constant accusations and had to give it to two thousand people before they stopped making a fuss.

[Thank you, boss! May you have ten babies in one pregnancy!] "What does that bastard Xu Qingfeng mean? Is he cursing me?"

After sharing his joy with everyone, Meng Chuan turned off his phone and closed his eyes to rest.

Everyone in the group, even including the teaching assistant Shi Ying, is a prodigy, and none of them need these three or two hundred yuan.

Everyone's idea was simple: they just wanted to have some fun with the currently popular [National Champion] of Da Chu and share in the joy.

Meanwhile, on the western foothills of Mount Li.

Those who came and went here all walked with firm steps and piercing eyes, and the martial arts arena echoed with deafening shouts of battle.

This is the location of the newly built Yong'an branch of the Central Military Commission's Special Martial Arts University.

Chen Xuewu took a break from his busy schedule to watch the broadcast of Meng Chuan's final match and couldn't help but admire him immensely.

His friend had already far surpassed him.

"National champion, that's really strong."

At that moment, two people were sitting in the principal's office drinking tea.

It was the newly appointed branch school principal, Colonel Liu, and the former commander, now Secretary Xue, who is also the branch school's secretary-general.

After reading the latest headline news, the two looked at each other and gave each other a wry smile.

Secretary Xue forced a smile and said:

"That kid actually won! If only we had been a little more determined back then..."

Their new branch school was originally intended to attract top talents from the entire Shaanxi region and surrounding areas.

However, the enrollment situation for the first batch of students at the branch school this year was not ideal, with the quality of students only reaching half of the expected level.

Top-tier students are almost exclusively monopolized by established military universities such as Yanhua University and Beilian University, while the strict management system of military academies deters many proud and arrogant geniuses.

However, if we can get Meng Chuan, the national champion, to endorse us, we won't have to worry about student recruitment next year.

Even Meng Chuan himself probably didn't realize the extent of his influence among the younger generation of martial artists in the Great Chu.

That grassroots genius who rose from humble beginnings at Ping An Middle School has long been a role model for countless young people with dreams of martial arts.

"Sigh, it's too late to say anything now. Besides, Secretary Xue, how dare you snatch someone away right in front of Sui Chunqiu?"

Upon hearing Principal Liu speak, Secretary Xue was speechless.

Rumor has it that the Heavenly King of Sui has arrived, marking the final moment in the quest to become the Great Sage of Martial Arts.

Once the breakthrough is successfully achieved, the Northern Union University will usher in an unprecedented period of prosperity.

With the old sword saint and Principal Sui (two saints from one family) at the top, and with two peerless geniuses, Wu Hong and Meng Chuan, rising up below.

Such a situation is terrifying to even think about.

I thought that after the reform of the Central Military Academy, it would usher in its own era.

Unexpectedly, the Northern Union University had already quietly exerted its strength, announcing to the entire martial arts world of the Great Chu with overwhelming force:
Their golden age has only just begun.

Shanghai, Dongpu New District.

Hanhai High-tech Industrial Park.

Seeing the nanny van approaching from afar, Shen Shuo personally stood at the door to greet it.

After Meng Chuan got out of the car, Shen Shuo joked:
"Welcome, champion, to the headquarters of Hanhai. Please come this way."

"Master Shen, please don't joke around. I can't accept that."

As a martial arts master, Shen Shuo always made him laugh, which made Meng Chuan feel a little flattered.

"Haha, come on, my master is in a meeting right now. Let me take you around his place first so you can get acquainted with the place. We can sign the contract later."

Inside the park.

Luo Guanyun crossed his arms and walked alongside his apprentice, looking around with admiration.

"Wow, their business is huge."

Having witnessed the sheer size of the Han Hai martial arts school, one realizes that compared to them, one's own school is nothing.

"I need to step up my game too. If Chuan'er wins the championship, the martial arts gym's business is going to boom again."

A moment later, Meng Chuan followed the other party to the science and technology research room.

Unfortunately, they could only look but not go in, so the group sat down to rest in the outer hall.

"This is the heart of Hanhai; I can't even get in without authorization from the top level."

"But there's not much to see inside. We martial artists don't understand these mentally taxing tasks."

Shen Shuo explained with a smile.

Meng Chuan nodded; the other party was right, he really wasn't very interested.
A waiter brought tea to the lobby. Shen Shuo picked up his teacup and suddenly whispered:
"We at Hanhai are currently preparing many new plans to pave the way for promising young martial artists."

However, resources are limited, and there are too many geniuses; even after much internal discussion, no decision has been reached.

Meng Chuan's gaze narrowed slightly. He recalled the other party's "muscle-flexing" actions during the previous meal, as well as the factional struggle in the Han Hai region that his master had mentioned.

He picked up his teacup and gently clinked it against Shen Shuo's, then smiled faintly:

"President Shen, I am one of your trained soldiers, please don't show favoritism."

The tea rippled, reflecting the unspoken smiles between the two.

Meng Chuan understood perfectly what Shen Shuo meant.

He knew that opportunists were the most hated people, and since he wasn't risking his life, what difference did it make who he cooperated with?

Moreover, Shen Shuo is a good person, and we can get along well.

(End of this chapter)