With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 273 The Thunder Seed Absorbs Blood, the Metamorphosis of a God!
Luo Guanyun happened to be going to a meeting at the Martial Arts Association, so the master and disciple set off together.

The main gate of Yong'an Martial Arts Association.

Meng Chuan saw Uncle Bai, the Iron Palm Eagle King Bai Junfeng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, from afar.

As he approached, she patted his chest with her iron hands and praised him:
"Not bad, Xiao Meng. You've become a martial artist so quickly. Uncle Bai is a little slow to react."

Meng Chuan smiled sheepishly.

Looking at Meng Chuan, who was completely different from before, Bai Junfeng was filled with mixed feelings.

Thinking back, the last time I saw him was at the tomb of King Xiang, when he was just a lowly seventh-level martial artist.

How long has it been, and he's already a martial arts master?

Even a rocket wouldn't be this fast!

"Let's go, I'll help you register your martial arts practitioner status first."

In this era of martial arts based on qi and blood, only those who are "incorporated" are considered righteous martial artists.

The rest, who hid and dared not come, were most likely demonic practitioners who cultivated demonic arts.

Luo Guanyun was going to the top floor for a meeting, while Meng Chuan followed Bai Junfeng to complete the change of identity as a martial artist.

Upon opening my phone, I saw that my citizen identity panel had been updated from "Martial Artist" to "Martial Arts Master" in large characters.

His public privileges and related benefits were greatly enhanced, but many of them were overridden by his Silver Lion medal.

Meng Chuan glanced at the phone, then put it down and went to the service window to apply for his martial arts master title.

Martial artists are not as common as cabbages; usually, only a few people come to apply for titles each week, so they have been merged into the special affairs processing window.

Meng Chuan waited in line for ten minutes before it was his turn.

"Hello, I would like to register a title."

The staff looked up and saw how young he was. They were about to explain to Meng Chuan that the title was exclusive to martial artists.

But then she suddenly realized that this young man looked so familiar.
"【Infinite Fist - Meng Chuan】, please register."

Upon hearing this, the female staff member immediately broke into a warm smile.

Steel Gun Xiao Meng, you look so familiar, then there's no problem.

"Let me check if any martial artists have already used this account. Please wait a moment."

After a moment, he nodded and smiled:
"Okay, no one has taken it, so I'll apply for it for you."

Three days later, all your online information will be prefixed with the four characters "[Infinite Fist]".

"Thank you."

Meng Chuan was initially worried that someone might occupy the space, but it seems he was overthinking it.

The word "infinite" is neither too big nor too small.

Martial artists with low skill levels worry that they will fail to live up to the word "infinite".

Martial arts masters had titles that were more suitable for their own paths, which is why he was able to "snag" them.

He checked the title-related matters again, and after confirming that everything was correct, he turned and left.

The female staff member stared at Meng Chuan's retreating figure, muttering in confusion:

"Why has Xiao Meng lost weight since becoming a martial arts master?"

Meng Chuan's compressed image is completely different from what we see in her videos and live streams.

On the screen, Meng Chuan's muscles were bulging and his aura was overwhelming.

The young man before them, however, had a well-proportioned figure and exuded a restrained sharpness.

She suddenly remembered some rumors circulating on martial arts forums.

It is said that true masters can condense their qi and blood to a state of returning to simplicity and authenticity. Could it be that...?
"As expected of the national champion, he is so impressive as soon as he entered the country."

Meng Chuan finished all the business and sat in the hall waiting for his master to come down so they could leave together.

"I have to go now. You're a grown man now. Let's have a drink with Uncle Bai another day."

Bai Junfeng patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder and said with satisfaction.

Meng Chuan nodded and smiled:

"No problem, come another day and have a good drink!"

"Let's not postpone it, let's do it tonight."

Luo Guanyun came downstairs; he had heard the two talking from afar.

He approached with a smile and interjected:

"Tonight I'm hosting a dinner at my place; it'll be a perfect opportunity to celebrate Xiao Meng's progress!"

Nighttime, Room 003, Building A, Huayun Mansion.

"Master, does drinking alcohol really not affect secondary physical development?"

Seeing that the wine his master had bought was piled up like a wall, Meng Chuan couldn't help but ask.

Dong Yue, standing to the side, explained on behalf of Luo Guanyun:
"It's alright. I already said that my energy comes entirely from this. Wine is the essence of grain, and the more you drink, the younger you get."

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Dong Yue was invited by Meng Chuan, who had always wanted to meet his master, so he took this opportunity to invite him over for a drink.

Luo Guanyun, hearing his apprentice still struggling with the issue, laughed and said:

"As long as it doesn't deplete your physical strength, drinking alcohol won't have any effect."

"Come on, everyone, one set each. Everyone drink your own, no cheating, no using martial arts methods to digest, and then excrete it afterward."

Meng Chuan was relieved and focused on dealing with the three men at the dinner table.

two hours later
Ultimately, he couldn't compete with the three seasoned drunkards. Meng Chuan looked at the forty-odd bottles at his feet, and in the blink of an eye, the number had increased to over eighty.
I'm tipsy, I can't drink anymore.

After saying goodbye, Meng Chuan walked home in a daze, lay down on the bed to expel the smell of alcohol, and fell asleep immediately.

"The little brat can't hold his liquor. Xiao Dong and Xiao Bai, let's continue with the three of us."

Ren Ping went to her daughter's place today. It's rare to meet a worthy opponent and a worthy opponent. We'll have a good drink tonight.

"Who the hell is a newbie? I'm older than you, okay?"

Bai Junfeng roared. Luo Guanyun, equally red-faced and thick-necked, replied:
"How dare you talk to a martial arts master like that?"

The three of them clinked glasses and laughed so loudly that the living room chandelier trembled slightly.

Sometimes, a man's happiness is that simple.
Meanwhile, in a villa not far from the foot of Mount Li.

Ren Ping and her daughter Luo Meng were chatting in bed.

"Meng Chuanwu is a Taoist master, did you know that?"

Luo Meng nodded slightly. This was the biggest event for their Yong'an branch school recently, so how could she not know?

Ren Ping smiled faintly:

"This child values ​​loyalty and righteousness, and in the end, he still cultivated your father's thunder magic."

Luo Meng pinched her nails together and whispered:
"I tried to persuade him, but it was no use."

Since lightning magic is so powerful, it suits him quite well.

Ren Ping sighed and offered some words of comfort:

“You two have a grudge because of this stupid cultivation technique. Now that your father’s thunder technique has been passed down, go back and apologize. We are family after all. This can’t go on forever.”

Luo Meng immediately turned around and whispered:

"It's too late, Mom, go to sleep."

Seeing her daughter's attitude, Ren Ping whispered in her ear:

"Your dad has a large and powerful family now, and his cultivation method is unstable."

Luo Meng stiffened, remained silent for a moment, and then turned around.
Time flies, and three days later...

Meng Chuan stood in front of the mirror, maintaining his normal physique, examining his body after it had fully completed its second growth spurt.

He swept from bottom to top, his legs firmly planted on the ground like pillars, his core area as tight as a steel plate, and his spine as straight as a spear.

The muscles all over his body are sculpted like they were carved by a knife and axe, and when compressed to 90%, they no longer have a bulging, knotted feel.

Finally, Meng Chuan met the lightning in his eyes when he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

After several days of rest and recuperation, Lei Zhong has fully recovered.

It relies on one's own vital energy and blood!

With just the Flower of Flesh, Meng Chuan could only stop it from escaping, but he couldn't interfere at all with the Thunder Seed absorbing his life force.

In the past few days, the lightning seed has been absorbed to a certain extent.

Although the quantity wasn't large, it accumulated over time, and even I couldn't handle it.
No wonder Master is so talented, with top-notch aptitude and comprehension, and a master of the [Martial Arts True Inheritance], yet he is still extremely frustrated by the Thunder Seed.

If someone has such a huge appetite even at the very beginning, the danger will increase significantly as they progress through the levels of the cultivation technique.

"I need to extract the Bone Flower as soon as possible, and I also need to collect the cultivation techniques related to blood as soon as possible."

Meng Chuan's Tanzhong acupoint has not changed, so he still needs to ask Dong Yue for help to promote his hard skills through slapping.

The first acupoint that undergoes a mutation in martial arts practitioners is called the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head.

This is the "meeting place of all yang energies," playing a leading role among the six major acupoints, and should be the primary target for attack.

At that time, the Baihui point will undergo a transformation, the whole person will rise and sink, and the momentum will be magnificent, only then will he begin to show the appearance of a martial artist.

Once the Baihui acupoint mutation is complete, martial artists can choose to mutate the remaining five major acupoints.

Meng Chuan was quite troubled by the abnormality of the second acupoint.

The importance of the Tanzhong acupoint is self-evident, but the Neiguan acupoint after its transformation is also extremely effective.

It nourishes the body's foundation, replenishes kidney qi, and regulates that system.
We'll see when the time comes.

He still prefers the [Shanzhong acupoint], not to mention that it can save a lot of money on treatment costs, which is very reasonable.

With his thoughts turning back, Meng Chuan closed his eyes and concentrated, his nose twitching slightly as the aroma of his aunt's cooking wafted from downstairs.

He looked into the distance and could see the happy expressions on the faces of the elderly people dancing in the square hundreds of meters away.

With a twitch of the ears, the morning breeze carries delicate sounds, even the rustling of sparrows flapping their wings on the treetops is crystal clear.

This is not merely an enhancement of the five senses, but also a manifestation of the strengthened [divine] power of the Three Flowers.

Secondary development refers not only to the body, but also to his spirit, subtly freeing him from the shackles of congenital spiritual deficiency.

"This is also thanks to the demonic seed planted in the Dao heart."

Meng Chuan pondered to himself.

Although the Thunder Seed continuously devoured vital energy, it also subtly tempered his spirit.

Having only just begun, his enhancement of the "divine" aspect is not only reflected in his extraordinary sensitivity of the five senses, but also in his consciousness, which is as penetrating as thunder.

If he wanted to, he could precisely detect even the slightest breathing rhythm within a radius of thirty feet around him.

This transformation brought about by the "god" is another aspect of the domineering nature of thunder magic.

At this moment, Meng Chuan already understood the reason behind it.

"Everything in the world has two sides, just like a dragon demon residing in a person's body can arouse their demonic thoughts."

The Thunder Seed nourishes itself with blood and qi, yet it can reciprocate by giving me, its host, spiritual power, creating a near-predatory balance.

However, its demand for qi and blood intensifies with increased mental exertion, and this continues indefinitely, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

He further attempted to reason that if in the future he could completely control the Thunder Seed, just as he had controlled the Dragon Demon.

In order to gain the upgrade to "God", I will probably have to offer my life force to "Lord Lei".
This is much better than passively absorbing information; Meng Chuan prefers to take the initiative.

"What I give you is yours; if I don't give it to you, you can't take it."

After thinking it through, he leaned back like a taut bow, and then instantly shot out of the window, becoming a blur in the air.

After several high jumps and falls, they found an abandoned sand and gravel pit in Huayun Prefecture.

Having not boxed for a week, Meng Chuan was ready to let loose and express his joy.

He flashed to the side of the boulder like lightning, gathering demonic energy in his right arm, his fist whistling like thunder, the air exploding.

Before the fist even touched the stone surface, it shattered with a crack, and amidst the rising dust, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes.

(End of this chapter)