With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 266 Powerful, Flower of Flesh!

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan stopped thinking about these things.

Let him wreak havoc inside his body. Once his own hard-skill system is fully developed, he will be completely subdued.

Meng Chuan walked to Dong Yue's dormitory, ready to begin today's rehearsal.

One last look at the panel; barring any unforeseen circumstances, today will be the final practice of the Qi Cultivation and Armor-Wearing Technique.
[Nourishing Qi and Armoring Technique: Perfected (99%), Awaiting Breakthrough]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Flesh Flower (Intermediate)]

Meng Chuan stood in front of Dong Yue's dormitory and knocked on the door. In the instant he turned his head, he met Luo Meng's gaze.

The lightning flashing in his pupils was blinding, and Luo Meng subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes.

click-

The door opened, and Meng Chuan, no longer meeting his gaze, stepped inside.

Two hours later, the deafening volleying stopped.

Meng Chuan sat astride a small stool to rest, and Dong Yue tossed him a can of beer, which he also drank in one gulp.

After manipulating his inner energy for so long, searching for acupoints and striking them precisely, he was mentally exhausted even though he had been sitting on the sofa the whole time.

"Hiccup~ Xiao Meng, how far have you gotten into this state of agitation?"

Dong Yue asked curiously.

Which step? Mentioning this made Meng Chuan angry.
He felt like he had been wasting time for the past month or so.

He tried all sorts of methods, from sitting in meditation to contemplate the Tao and comprehend nature, but unfortunately, he gained very little.

I've been to the world of imagination several times while practicing my boxing, but I haven't seen a single trace of it in the real world.
Seeing Meng Chuan's expression, Dong Yue immediately understood.

He laughed and said:

"Xiao Meng, you just practice too hard and push yourself too hard."

Taking a break and trying to completely let loose isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I remember drinking all night long, and the next morning, while I was still half asleep, I suddenly entered the real world and successfully sensed the Qi.

So, I've shared the secrets to success with you. How about we call up Master Luo tonight, and the three of us have a good time?

Having heard that Luo Guanyun was also a master of wine, Dong Yue was eager to try his hand at it.

"There's no need for that, Dong Shida."

Meng Chuan shook his head and refused. He really didn't want to experience his drunken experience in Shanghai again.

He felt it was pointless; he and his master drank together all the time, and if he could sense qi, he would have succeeded long ago.
Before leaving, Dong Yue, unusually serious for once, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Keep it up, Xiao Meng! You're a martial arts genius. I reckon you'll be able to sense Qi within the next day or two."

"Then, the martial arts masters who have entered the country will go to headquarters and win back the Martial Arts True Inheritance!"

"no problem!"

He was a little touched that Master Dong believed in him so much.

But what Meng Chuan didn't know was that Dong Yue trusted not him, but Lao Yang's third eye.
At this moment, in the president's office of the United Nations General Assembly.

Yang Huan was very troubled, as he had previously had great confidence in Meng Chuan.

For top martial arts geniuses like him, the Qi sensing stage is a natural process, and he can achieve it in at most twenty days or a month.

"This kid's been stuck for over a month, what's going on?"

Meng Chuan no longer considered seeking his "treatment" as he had before.

But Yang Huan wouldn't take the initiative, as that would seem too low-class.

Previously, Meng Chuan had been actively seeking him out; now, the roles have reversed.
Coming to his senses, Yang Huan summoned his divine weapon, the halberd, from his mind.

Then take out a tube of something that looks like a skincare oil and apply it.

The old wounds from the Chencang Demon Nest have healed, and in a few days, he will be heading to the battlefield again.

While caring for his old friend, Yang Huan thought to himself:
"Perfect timing to go out and hide for a while."

He had basically given up hope that Meng Chuan could defeat Wu Hong.

Since entering the realm of martial arts, Wu Hong has maintained an extremely rapid rate of improvement.

Since the end of last year, it has successively transformed two major acupoints, greatly increasing its strength.

Even if Meng Chuan manages to enter the country before the main campus's anniversary celebration, the probability of him defeating his opponent is very small.

Even at the martial arts stage, he can often challenge opponents of higher levels.

However, martial arts practitioners are strictly ranked. Even if there is only a difference of one acupoint, the difference in blood and qi, the difference in true qi, and even the wonderful use of the acupoint after mutation, can make a world of difference in strength.

If Meng Chuan had not made progress before this, or had lost after breaking through,

Although Yang Huan was not afraid of the teachers at the Yong'an campus questioning him, as he was the principal, no one else dared to say anything.

But at that time, everyone will see the look in his eyes, right in the middle of his forehead.
To be honest, Yang Huan couldn't stand it.
That night, at Huaqing Pool.

Meng Chuan sat naked on a boulder next to the Starry Night Soup.

From the neck to the ankles, the surface of the skin shone with a dazzling purple light.

This is the outward manifestation of continuously stimulating and nourishing the body's vital energy, with floating light condensing into purple clouds, reflecting the heavens and earth from the body.

Currently, the strength of his technique has far exceeded the limits recorded in Wudang classics.

Most martial artists find it difficult to master the art, and even after achieving perfection, they rarely make any further progress.

Meng Chuan, however, was different. He had pushed this hard skill to the edge of breaking its limits.

At this moment, the purple aura surrounding his body was like flames, even taking on a tangible form, as if it had truly coalesced into a thick suit of purple armor. Meng Chuan twisted his waist, carefully examining and comprehending the situation, and then he sensed something, until he heard a series of soft cracking sounds from his body.

Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the armor, gradually spreading across the entire body like a spider web.

Meng Chuan's expression hardened, but he remained calm.

He grabbed the medicine jar next to him and applied the dark green ointment inside to the cracks all over his body.

This is a special martial arts external injury ointment that he prepared in advance using 100 credits.

This is a post-battle repair medicine used exclusively by martial artists. It is very effective in treating external injuries and is not cheap, but Meng Chuan still gritted his teeth and bought it.

Because he had already anticipated that breaking through the limits tonight would be a tough battle.

Thanks to his experience of breaking limits multiple times, Meng Chuan concluded that the acquisition of the Flesh Flower trait must involve the aggregation and reorganization of the physical body.

During this period, it may consume a huge amount of energy to carry out this step, and the body-strengthening ointment in hand may not be enough to withstand it.

Indeed, this was the case. As the armor fragments peeled away like molting skin, the newly formed, glassy body beneath was revealed.

Before he could even fully feel it, Meng Chuan let out a low growl of pain.

From the depths of my bone marrow, an extremely intense pain spread throughout my body.

pain!It hurts so much!
At the very moment his body began to regenerate, he felt as if he were being devoured by an invisible, monstrous beast.

Starting from the chest cavity, the skin and flesh suddenly collapse inward.

The changes continued; the subcutaneous meridians twisted and bulged like living snakes, causing the skin and flesh to sometimes sink in and sometimes bulge out.

Under the catalysis of the medicine, the flesh and blood all over his body were constantly torn and glued together, making a "hissing" sound like solidifying lava.

If anyone could see this, Meng Chuan at this moment would have completely lost his human form.
It was like a mountain of flesh undergoing a terrifying transformation, its shape constantly twisting and contorting as it stood on the ground.

Time passes slowly.

At a certain moment, the swollen mountain of flesh suddenly contracted, and the flesh and blood shrank back into the skeleton like a tide, with the meridians returning to their positions and the skin and flesh being reshaped.

In excruciating pain, Meng Chuan roared, his dark red blood splattering across the sky.

The spine was taut like a bow, and the newborn body no longer had the purple armor; only under the moonlight, it gleamed with a cold, metallic light.

Finally, he staggered to his feet, and his human form gradually became clear.

With a focused mind, his body trembled instantly, shaking off the large amount of blood clots covering his body.

After letting out a long breath, the pain disappeared, and I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and ease, as if I had truly become the master of this body.

Meng Chuan slowly stretched out his arms, and every inch of his newly formed body moved as if by a precise machine.

He flexed and extended his five fingers, and the joints cracked with a metallic clang.

When you lift your leg and sweep horizontally, the thigh muscles work in layers, and the Achilles tendon is filled with a spring-like feeling of stored power.

This body, having broken through its limits, finally shed its shackles and transformed into the most docile weapon.

"Nourishing Qi and donning armor, it's about to break through its limits."

In the courtyard.

Meng Chuan was like a whirlwind, unleashing his physical strength with abandon.

Because his whole body was so itchy, but his new body had no defects, he could only relieve the discomfort by running.

As the itching subsided and he calmed down, he didn't even have time to look at the control panel.

At this moment, his skin and flesh were still undergoing deformation and reorganization inside his unseen body.

With eyes closed and eyes focused inward, one can see dark red blood and qi flowing through the meridians, and with each pulse, new granulation tissue is being generated and intertwined.

The surface of the internal organs is covered with a fine crystalline membrane, and the heart pumps out purple-colored energy to nourish the body.

Suddenly, a flesh-colored flower bud formed from the aggregation of muscles bloomed from the chest cavity, swallowing up the remaining medicinal power in a gulp!

Thus, breaking through the limits was finally achieved!

Powerful, damn powerful!

Meng Chuan was breathing rapidly, and two long, narrow streams of white smoke billowed from his nostrils.

He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, and the air currents from heaven and earth surged in through his mouth, nostrils, ears, and even his pores.

Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes, and the flesh-colored flower bud in his chest cavity disintegrated inch by inch, with exaggerated energy flowing along the meridians to his limbs and bones.

He pursed his lips, as if a terrifying power was awakening within his body. Twisted auras spread from his body, causing the surrounding area to twist and contort.

The next moment, his body suddenly swelled to an exaggerated degree, from a height of just over two meters, to nearly four meters in the blink of an eye, as if he were being inflated!

The shadow cast by his leaning body seemed to completely block out the light from the entire courtyard.

He straightened up and looked straight ahead. The courtyard wall could not block his view, and the dim streetlights swayed in his eyes.

"Hmm?"

Meng Chuan happened to make eye contact with Xu Qingfeng, who was peering out the window across the hall, watching what was happening.
The two locked eyes, and Meng Chuan opened his massive, white mouth and grinned, instantly transforming into a cannonball that shot into the sky.

"Ugh, what the heck is this?!"

Xu Qingfeng's face turned pale instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, speechless.

How could his beloved family and friends have turned out like this!
He stood up shivering, only to find nothing outside the window, as if everything he had just seen was an illusion.
With Meng Chuan's jump, Yunhen helped him stand temporarily a hundred meters in the air.

He spread his arms.

Under the moonlight, it resembled a monster formed entirely of fleshy growths, with muscles even piled up on its neck, surging and bulging upwards like a high wall guarding its face.

On his chest, countless fleshy growths intertwined, resembling the stamen of a flower. From a distance, dense, dark lines radiated outwards from the very center of the stamen, only slightly darker than his skin, like...
Petals scattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)