With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 301 The time has come, the hidden dragon emerges from the abyss!
Meng Chuan stood still, listening to the nine booming cannon shots, as if they were echoes of a prosperous era for martial arts.

Afterwards, Principal Sui began to speak from the platform, with an old man and a young man standing beside him.

Meng Chuan knew that the two people who could stand beside King Sui with smiles on their faces must be martial arts kings of the same level.

Meng Chuan couldn't recognize who it was; the person looked even younger than his own mother.
If it weren't for the invisible aura of authority surrounding him, he would have doubted whether the other party was Sui Chunqiu's son.
Meng Chuan's face, exposed to wind and sun for a long time, had developed a bronze luster.

Although his features are sharp and angular, as if carved by a knife and axe, he does indeed look a bit older.
"I'm the tough guy type."

Meng Chuan consoled himself.

Besides, where in this world is there a martial arts king around twenty years old?

The other party was clearly a disguised martial arts master, while he was all-natural.

Glancing to the other side, the long-bearded old man standing next to him did fit the stereotypical image of a Heavenly King.

With an air of otherworldly grace and profound wisdom, like a deep pool and a towering mountain.

However, Meng Chuan squinted, the more he looked, the more familiar the face seemed.
He suddenly pulled out his phone and played a video. In the video, an old Taoist priest was sitting on a yoga mat practicing Dragon Meditation.
Looking up again to confirm, Meng Chuan suddenly understood.

The other party was none other than the Wudang Sect Leader Chen himself.

"Principal Sui has influence."

Suddenly, he remembered the [core trait of hard skills] that he had been longing for.

Based on previous verification from various sources, it has been speculated that the key is likely hidden within the Taoist hard skills system.

Now, having the opportunity to personally witness Master Chen, the head of Wudang Sect, attending the school's anniversary celebration, Meng Chuan felt it was a rare and precious chance.

Because if we go to Wudang in the future, with Master Chen's endorsement, the plan to seek merit will surely be more successful.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan heard that what followed were speeches from various leaders of the main campus.

It's the same old story again; it goes in one ear and out the other.

He secretly pondered how to establish a relationship with Sect Leader Chen.

"The battle for the true lineage of martial arts is the highlight of the day. As a special guest, even if the opponent leaves the exhibition match earlier, he will come back to watch the rest of the show."

This was not because his fight with Wu Hong was particularly earth-shattering, but because of his respect for the Northern Associated University.

"At that time, I will demonstrate my Taoist skills and let Sect Leader Chen know that there is still a Wudang disciple within the United Nations."

When an opportunity arises, one must seize it; Meng Chuan was eyeing it covetously.

Now is the time; the dragon emerges from the abyss!

Martial artists don't like to engage in such empty talk, and the long discourse that Meng Chuan feared most did not happen.

Each of the leaders said a couple of sentences, and the entire speaking session was over.

Next up was the "exhibition match".

Given Meng Chuan and Wu Hong's significant lead, it would be inappropriate to add them to the competition among martial artists.

Therefore, apart from the two recent martial arts graduates.

The martial artists from the other branch schools, along with those from the master class who registered at the main campus, competed for the rankings.

The top fifty students will receive academic credits, and the first-place winner will even be able to challenge him or Wu Hong.

If they win, they can take their place in the final battle for the true inheritance of martial arts.

But Meng Chuan felt that it wasn't really necessary.

The difference between a martial artist and a martial arts master is too great.

Even someone as extraordinary as him couldn't defeat Shi Ying, a martial artist from an ordinary class, let alone anyone else.

Five martial arts arenas had already been set up in the square.

From a distance, Meng Chuan could see that the martial artists participating in the competition were gathered below the stage, preparing to draw lots for the matches.

Time passed slowly, and four hours later...
Amidst cheers and applause, the exhibition match was about to come to a successful conclusion, and Meng Chuan's standing meditation practice for the day was also coming to an end.

He wasn't particularly interested in watching a group of martial artists fight, except when Lao Xu and Meng Jiaolong entered the arena.

After his two friends finished their matches, Meng Chuanxin was filled with emotion.

If it weren't for his overpowered abilities, Lao Xu would probably be the number one genius in Yong'an.

He defeated several opponents in a row, but was ultimately eliminated in the quarterfinals, finishing in 8th place.

The Northern Union University has a total of 15 campuses. Last year, there were 98 new students in the Grandmaster Class. Currently, the lowest level of cultivation among them is at the eighth level of Qi and Blood.

For Lao Xu to achieve this ranking is already a sign of exceptional talent.

It's certain that Wenwen will not be "optimized" out of the Master Class at the Yong'an Campus.

Meng Jiaolong was a bit disappointed, being eliminated in the first round.
She was just there for the fun of it; participating was the most important thing in the first eight rounds of the competition.

Chen Qiushui's expression wasn't very good, but there was nothing she could do about it.

My daughter has tried very hard, but some things can't be achieved just by trying.
They are all top geniuses; the competition comes down to who has the most extraordinary talent and traits, and who has the most opportunities.

She finally just sighed softly and silently turned to walk towards the stands.

After all, the path of martial arts is long, and a momentary victory or defeat cannot determine the future.

After their match, Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng returned to the audience and sat with Meng Chuan.

As soon as Xu Qingfeng sat down, he caught a glimpse of Meng Chuan standing in the stance, and the inexplicable sense of majesty emanating from him, the imposing aura like a mountain, made Xu Qingfeng's breath catch in his throat.

The initial smugness vanished instantly.

He had to fight his way into the top eight, while Lao Meng had already entered the realm of martial arts.

The difference between the two was beginning to become apparent.

Meng Chuan noticed the two approaching, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light as he opened them, the invisible aura emanating from his body quietly dissipating.

Seeing Xu Qingfeng's gloomy expression, he patted the other's shoulder and smiled:

"The path of martial arts is long, and you are not far from becoming a martial arts master."

Xu Qingfeng nodded.

To be honest, he regretted being so lazy before.

If one could fight as hard as Lao Meng, one could at least approach the limit of a martial artist's blood and qi, if not become a martial artist.

He secretly vowed in his heart: "I must work harder in the future, and not let the other party leave me too far behind, you bastard!"

"Alright, there's no need to feel inferior in front of your brother Chuan."

Meng Jiaolong affectionately put her arm around Meng Chuan's shoulder and said to Xu Qingfeng with a smile.

Although she was eliminated in the first round, she knew her own situation best.

Being able to enter the Grandmaster Class is already thanks to my mother, so I don't ask for too much.

Credits or not, with your mom around, if you need anything, it's just a matter of asking.
Xu Qingfeng nodded silently, from a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side to someone he learned from.

But no matter how things change, Meng Chuan is still one of our brothers, and it's a good thing that he's getting stronger.

Coming to his senses, he then remembered the faces of the group of people from headquarters that he had seen when he came over after the competition.

Xu Qingfeng curled his lip and said:

"Lao Meng, teach that Wu Hong a lesson later."

Those guys at headquarters are incredibly arrogant; they've already started calling Wu Hong "the True Martial Hero," and they even said you're just some nobody on the street."

The students here are proud by nature, and having not witnessed Meng Chuan's abilities firsthand, they are naturally unwilling to praise others' excellence.

Meng Jiaolong gave a soft snort and echoed:
"A bunch of snobbish bastards, what gives them their sense of superiority just because they're from headquarters? We'll give them a good slap in the face in a minute!"

It's okay to be laughed at for being eliminated in the first round, but it's unacceptable for others to mock Meng Chuan!

Hearing the two men's indignation, Meng Chuan nodded and smiled:
"Of course, it's all included. I'll bring them a bit of a shock from Yong'an then."

He didn't care about the group of martial artists in his headquarters. Let others say what they want; the real test will come later with fists and feet.

The strong don't care about the thoughts of the "weak," which is a lesson he has recently learned.

Seeing Meng Chuan's confidence, Meng Jiaolong became somewhat worried.

She reminded:

"I just went to ask my mom's friend at headquarters for information."

Wu Hong is indeed not weak. He has already opened three of the six acupoints of a martial artist and entered the middle stage. Recently, he also obtained a divine weapon, a precious spear.

The tiger-shaped weapon paired with the great spear—the combination of the two creates a terrifyingly powerful attack. Meng Chuan, you'd better be careful!

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Meng Chuan comforted him.

It's just a big spear. No matter how skilled Wu Hong is, can he compare to General Qi?

After his recent training in the world of imagery, he has become increasingly adept at dealing with long weapons, so there is nothing to fear about him.

As long as you respect your opponent, just keep a calm mindset.

After a short break, the exhibition match finally began, with the final battle for the championship and runner-up.

Both contestants were geniuses from the main campus's master class, and the area around the arena was already packed with people cheering them on.

"Let me tell you, the championship has already been reserved by our headquarters."

"Those guys from the branch school are really weak; they wouldn't even be a match for us if they were all together."

People from other campuses heard this but dared not speak out.

After all, what the other party said was right; there's nothing to say if you're simply not as skilled.

On the stage, the cheers reached their peak as the martial artist named Sheng Xin punched his opponent out of the ring.

"Shengxin is invincible!"

Someone stirred up trouble, saying:

"Wow, you're awesome! Do you dare to challenge that Meng Chuan?"

"Just a martial artist, let's take him down!"

Even from a distance, Xu Qingfeng couldn't help but admire:
"This guy is really amazing. His understanding of Tiger Form Fist has probably reached the limit of a martial artist. He has some talent for the art."

Meng Chuan nodded as well.

His opponent was also someone whose qi and blood were at their limit, yet he won easily, which must be due to a crushing understanding of the boxing techniques.

It seems that the Tiger Form is very prominent in this headquarters, with many martial artists specializing in the Tiger Form.

As for that troublemaker who wanted Sheng Xin to challenge him.

Meng Chuan didn't care at all, because in his eyes, the other person was just another random person on the roadside.
He secretly adjusted his breathing, preparing for his turn to take the stage.

He defeated Wu Hong, demonstrated the methods of the Taoist sect, and finally obtained the true teachings of Wuji.

This trip to headquarters has come to a successful conclusion.

When they came to their senses, they saw that Sheng Xin was still lingering on the stage.

Meng Chuan looked up and saw that the other person's eyes were staring straight at him.

What do you mean?

Meng Jiaolong also witnessed this scene, and she said with a strange expression:

"I hope this kid isn't thinking of doing something rash."

As she said, she hit the nail on the head.

On the arena, Sheng Xin accepted a long sword handed to him by someone else.

With a "rip," it dragged itself on the ground, head held high, and proclaimed loudly:
"I want to challenge Meng Chuan from the Yong'an campus."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue froze for a second, then erupted into chaos.

The students from our school cheered wildly, admiring the other side's courage.

Most people just talk the talk, saying that Meng Chuan is not capable.

However, his national championship honors as a martial artist were genuine, and his current level as a martial artist is beyond question.

"Da Xin is too tough, a real man! The day will come to defeat the martial arts masters!"

"I heard that Brother Xin successfully sensed Qi. He just didn't use his true Qi when he fought Du Yun. Maybe he really can succeed!"

(End of this chapter)