With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 26 Uncle will give you a back door

Since obtaining the permanent certificate, Meng Chuan has been working at full intensity every day.

While being fed medicinal meals, he alternated between fist techniques, body movements, and stance training, practicing martial arts like crazy. Even the usually strict Luo Guanyun couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"You're a really solid kid!"

After practicing the Cannon Fist more than a dozen times, Meng Chuan practiced the Inch Step on the circular bollard in the school parking lot.

The top surface of this row of bollards was polished very smoothly. Meng Chuan took off his shoes and socks and stood barefoot on them.

It had rained a couple of days ago, so there was hardly any dust on the surface to increase friction. Meng Chuangguang found it very difficult to stand on it and could only laboriously take small steps according to Master Luo's instructions.

Master Luo's words echoed in my ears:

"Without retreating the front foot, step forward; push off with the rear foot and take a small step upward. This move is used when the enemy is forced into a corner, leaving them no time to change their steps. This shortcut is used to catch the enemy off guard, hence the name 'inch step'."

"I'll practice my inch-step technique these next couple of days. Once I've mastered it, I'll be able to practice it while practicing cannon fist, doubling my efficiency! Awesome!"

Meng Chuan was practicing taking small steps on the bollard when he heard his homeroom teacher's voice behind him.

"Meng Chuan, come down here first! The principal needs to speak with you!"

Pushing open the door to the principal's office, Meng Chuan skillfully took a clean teacup from the cabinet behind the principal.

Then I sat down in the chair opposite the desk, poured myself a cup of hot tea and drank it down happily.

Just as the principal was about to speak, Meng Chuan preemptively spoke.

"Please don't ask yet. I know what you want to say. There's still no news from Senior Bai, so please don't rush."

Meng Chuan didn't want to come at all, but he knew that the principal was asking him about Guoyiquan again.

I just happened to be a little thirsty from practicing, so I came over for a cup of hot tea to soothe my throat.

The principal retorted:
"It's not about that, but you must let me know as soon as you have any news."

He then refilled Meng Chuan's cup with hot water and continued:
Have you had your Qi and blood tested recently? How was it?

"The last test score was 2.11. Recently, my boxing and body techniques have improved, so it should be above 3."

"Good lad, give your uncle a straight answer on whether Yong'an Martial Arts University can hold up!"

The tea brewed by the principal was more fragrant, which reassured Meng Chuan.

"We must be cautious!"

Given Meng Chuan's current rate of improvement, Yong'an Wuhan University is no longer his goal; he has changed his target to Beilian University.

Beilian University, officially known as the Northern United Martial Arts University, is one of the nine top-tier martial arts universities in the country.

As a powerful institution that was supported since the founding of the Great Chu Dynasty, it boasts an immense faculty and educational foundation, with branch schools all over the country. The Yong'an Lishan branch school was only established a few years ago.

What makes Beilian University most admired is its terrifyingly high success rate of graduates becoming martial artists, reaching an astonishing 9%. It can be said that entering Beilian University is equivalent to becoming half a future martial artist.

Luo Guanyun, who also graduated from Beilian University, knew how important a good martial arts university was for the growth of a martial artist, and he strongly supported Meng Chuan's future application to Beilian University.

"Okay, then I'll give you a back door!"

"But there has to be a reason. February 2nd is the final exam for the second year of high school martial arts. Why don't you go and take the exam too? As long as you rank in the top 50%, you can take martial arts classes with the second year of high school. It's always better to have a teacher than to practice on your own."

This is good news. The bollards are too unprofessional. The martial arts room for the second year of high school has a professional wooden stake area for practicing body techniques, and there are also dedicated martial arts teachers.

Although the school certainly couldn't afford a martial arts master like Master Luo, he was at least a minor expert with Qi and Blood at the third level, more than capable of teaching me.

"Thank you, Principal. I will do my best."

The principal smiled and gestured for Meng Chuan to leave. After Meng Chuan left, a short while later, a blond-haired boy of about the same age as Meng Chuan came in.

If Meng Chuan were here, he would recognize that this person was none other than the martial arts prodigy Le Ping, a student of the Infinite Martial Arts Academy, who was known as the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick of Ping An Middle School, just like himself!

"You're here, Zongping."

"What's wrong, Second Uncle? Is there something you need?"

Principal Zong slammed his fist on the table and angrily rebuked:
"You forgot again? You have to be addressed with your official title at school!"

No one at the school knew that Zong Ping, the martial arts prodigy in the first year of high school, was actually the principal's nephew.

Ping An Middle School is not bad, but it is a comprehensive high school, not a specialized martial arts high school.

The principal promised his elder brother that he would provide Zongping with three years of martial arts training resources before the elder brother would agree to let Zongping attend Ping'an Middle School.

All of these are his own achievements; the principal is truly worried sick every day.

Zongping said listlessly:
"Yes, Principal."

Like Meng Chuan, Zong Ping sat down in a chair as soon as he came in, ready to pour himself some tea.

Then they discovered that besides the principal's own teacup, there was another one that someone else had used on the table.

"Oh? Someone just arrived?"

"Yes, but that's not important. I called you here to tell you something."

Then the principal repeated what he had just told Meng Chuanshuo.

"It should have been done a long time ago, Second Uncle. No problem, I'll give the second year of high school a good beating when the time comes. Just you wait and see."

"I already said to address them by their job titles!"

"By the way, there's someone else in your first year of high school who's taking the martial arts exam at the end of the second year, just like you."

Zongping immediately became interested:

"First year of high school? Aren't they all a bunch of noobs?"

"Don't underestimate him. In some ways, he might be more talented than you."

Zong Ping became even more curious. He was born with above-average physical attributes, but those with superior physical attributes who were even stronger than him could be directly admitted to the preparatory class of a top-tier martial arts university like Beilian University.

So how could anyone at Ping An High School be more talented than me?
"Alright, that's all for now. Go back and practice your martial arts. I don't have any good tea to offer you."

The principal started kicking them out, and the two boys were getting increasingly upset. They felt that being a principal was pointless, and they couldn't project any authority.

"Alright, I'll be going now, Zong."

That night, Meng Chuan returned from Luo Shi's house.

"Great, my proficiency has increased a lot. Teacher Luo is really helpful. The proficiency I gained in just three hours is equivalent to a whole day of practice at school."

After returning to his room, Meng Chuan took a medicinal paste. After digesting it for a while, he felt that his body had recovered a lot. He decided to reward himself with an hour or so of Three Talents Stance before taking a shower and going to bed to end a perfect day.

Meng Yongzhi, afraid of disturbing Meng Chuan's martial arts practice, said through the door:
"Chuan'er, the bureau's reward has been announced. Let's go together first thing tomorrow morning."

Meng Chuan was practicing standing meditation with his bare upper body. The dry towel that was originally hanging around his neck was already soaked with sweat and became somewhat damp.

"Okay, Uncle, I understand. Help me tomorrow morning. Never mind, I'll just call the principal myself and ask for half a day off."

"Okay, don't stay up too late, get some rest."

(End of this chapter)