With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 320 True Word Shell, the Essence of Gold, and the Long Fist Passed Down Through Generations!

"I remember, welcome to the Southwest Associated University. What brings you here today, Brother Feng?"

The other party was the first martial artist he had rescued during the Chencang demonic calamity.

Yan Hua's dispatch of Feng Yue also represents his stance.

Meng Chuan had anticipated this.

He had a grudge against Lin Yue, and now that Lin Yue had disappeared, he would inevitably be implicated.

Feng Yue's smile was somewhat awkward. In a sense, Meng Chuan was his savior.

His coming to inquire in this manner is somewhat like "repaying kindness with enmity," which is truly inappropriate.

But he couldn't refuse Yan Hua's forced task.

The two chatted about their recent martial arts training, but when that conversation stalled, they got down to business.

At this point, Feng Yue's tone became extremely awkward.

He rubbed his hands together, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he finally managed to utter a sound:
"Um, Brother Meng, Yan Hua would like to ask if Lin Yue had any contact with you before his disappearance?"

His ears turned red as soon as he spoke.

Before Meng Chuan could answer, he quickly added:

"It's just a routine matter! Please don't mind."

Meng Chuan smiled; he did indeed know the truth behind Lin Yue's disappearance.

However, since it involves being labeled as a "demonic sect," I can't say it.
As for Lin Yue himself, there really wasn't much contact before he disappeared.

He spoke the truth:

“If we exclude the time I was in Chencang, I have not had any contact with Lin Yue recently.”

When Feng Yue heard Meng Chuan mention the name Chencang, he was struck by the words.

His expression became even more embarrassed, and even the palms of his clasped hands were sweaty.

"Thank you for telling me the truth, Brother Meng. Yan Hua has one last question for you."

Meng Chuan waved his hand and said:
"Just say it. Brother Feng, you are also forced by your mission, which is understandable."

Feng Yue smiled gratefully and said:

"After you returned to Yong'an from Fengtian, could you please tell me your travel itinerary?"

Meng Chuan thought for a moment, then pondered and said:
"After I got off the plane and returned to Yong'an that day, I basically stayed at my home in Huayun Mansion."

One day in the middle of the trip, I was invited by Principal Yin to visit Wuhan University in Yong'an.

From June 7th to today, except for a trip back to the city on the 10th to pick up a package, I have not left Lishan Mountain, nor have I had any contact with Lin Yue himself.

Feng Yue breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.
"Thank you so much for your understanding, Chief Meng! Your magnanimity makes me seem petty."

He stole a glance at Meng Chuan's expression and, seeing that he was indeed not displeased, his tense shoulders relaxed.

Meng Chuan smiled faintly:
"Brother Feng, if there's nothing else, how about I show you around the Southwest Associated University?"

"Thank you, but I still need to return to Yan Hua to report, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Then let me see you off, Brother Feng, please."

Their shadows gradually lengthened, and Feng Yue went straight back to Yan Hua after leaving the United Nations General Assembly.

As he passed through the devastation on the northern slopes of the mountain, a tremor ran through him.
Currently, there are two opposing views within Yan Hua: one is that Lin Yue was framed, and the other is...
The opponent was hiding his strength; the demonic martial artist who fought against the Heavenly Demon that day was none other than Lin Yue!

Coming to his senses, Feng Yue slowly pulled a seashell, about half the size of his palm, from his pocket.

The seashell is pure white like jade, with fine gold patterns naturally inlaid along its edges, shimmering with iridescent colors in the sunlight.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he pressed the seashell to his ear.
Benedict could clearly hear every word of Meng Chuanfang's reply.

After confirming that the contents were exactly as described, Feng Yuecai wiped away his sweat with a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself:
"I knew it! Brother Meng is of such noble character that Lin Yue's disappearance was indeed unrelated to him."

With the verification of the wondrous object, the "Truth Shell," every word spoken is true. I will return to Yan Hua to report immediately!

He didn't care whether Lin Yue was killed by Meng Chuan.

Having received his master's orders, Feng Yue's only fear was that Meng Chuan would be "harmed" by him.
After Meng Chuan sent Feng Yue away, he pondered alone about Lin Yue being possessed.

This method reminded him of an "old friend".

Fang Jianxing.

He pondered in his heart:

We'll meet again someday, sooner or later.

The other party must possess at least one chapter of the Demon Seed Technique, and I absolutely must obtain it.

We're still a bit lacking in strength, but our opponents aren't standing still either.

At that time, he was able to escape from his master, who was a martial arts master, so his strength must have been no less than that of an ordinary third-level martial artist.

Therefore, it is not advisable to rush into eliminating the opponent.

Most importantly, he still held onto the grudge against Sister Ru, and he would avenge her sooner or later.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan continued practicing his martial arts, returning to the courtyard afterward.

He took a standing stance, his palms not wrapped with fire-elemental true energy, but faintly glowing with a reddish light.

This is a third-rate [Red Sand Palm], and its proficiency is currently progressing towards mastery.

The palm strikes were like scorching waves, each strike accompanied by the rustling sound of sand and gravel rubbing together. The fallen leaves in the courtyard curled up and withered before they were even touched.

After completing the seventeen moves, Meng Chuan's crimson light suddenly disappeared from his palms.

The muscles in his arms churned like boiling water, steaming up wisps of white mist.

Suddenly, the starting stance of the Boiling Fist small frame, "Boiling Soup Splashing Snow," unfolded swiftly.

The punches were short and sharp, like oil being poured over a hot flame; the cracking sounds of every joint overpowered the previous sounds of sand and gravel rubbing together.

The scorched leaves in the courtyard were lifted into the air by the force of the punch, and instantly torn to shreds by the scorching heat.

Short-range boxing was Meng Chuan's forte, and he used it even more effectively than his palm techniques at this moment.

A notification popped into my mind: the Boiling Fist Small Frame had already broken through to the next level.

[Boiling Fist Small Frame: Proficient (93%) → Master (2%)]

With a sweep of his mind, Meng Chuan's movements continued without pause. His fist techniques shifted, his arms stretching out like swimming dragons, naturally connecting to the long fist stance of the Twelve Forms of the Burnt Tail.

Thanks to the training he received in Qi Jiguang's Long Fist style, he had already gained a deep understanding of the principles of this style of martial arts, which features wide and sweeping movements.

The opening move, "Burning Tail Brushing Clouds," involves the palms crossing like crane wings, and as the powerful wind sweeps by, it even brings out sparks and crackling sounds.

Immediately afterwards, [Hidden Edge in the Ashes] suddenly changed his move, took a step forward and swung his arm straight, his fist carrying a scorching wave as he thrust forward, igniting the fallen leaves three meters away in mid-air.

During the twelve-move cycle, he deliberately incorporated the sharp, piercing feel of Qi Shuai's spear into his fist techniques.

As he finished his final strike, his right arm trembled and hummed like a gun barrel, creating visible ripples in the air.

After practicing the three boxing techniques, Meng Chuan stood with his heels together, and the white mist rising from his body slowly subsided with each breath.

At this moment, the scene of his confrontation with Commander Qi kept replaying in his mind.

Unbeknownst to him, the scattered qi and blood brought about by the advancement of his boxing skills were all gathered back, and the turbid qi in his chest and abdomen turned into a white ribbon that shot out three zhang away.

[The Twelve Styles of the Scorched Tail: Mastery (86%) → Mastery (5%)]

The notification sound indicating increased proficiency jumped and ended in my mind.

Meng Chuan has completed the three-door joint training today.

Thanks to a significant improvement in the principles of Changquan (Long Fist), my proficiency with the Jiaowei Twelve Forms has made a remarkable leap after today's practice.

In this way, the three styles of boxing are now running in parallel.

In another ten days or so, there will be a chance to break all the limits.

"Indeed, the shadow of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist is hidden in this modern boxing style, Jiao Wei Twelve Forms. Even the proficiency of this boxing style has been improved by 1%."

This wasn't the first time he'd discovered this in boxing techniques; now he understood.

Qi Jiguang's Long Fist style undoubtedly holds a pivotal position in the history of the development of the Great Chu Long Fist routine.

He is the master of many second- and third-rate long fist routines.

Moreover, it is also the subject of study for many spearmanship techniques.

Even the four basic techniques of the spear – chopping, striking, pointing, and piercing – can be transformed into the sharpness of the spear in fist techniques.

This perfectly illustrates the idea that all kinds of fists, feet, and weapons ultimately flow into the sea.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan looked at the top-tier ancient martial arts fist technique on the panel.

"There's still a gap between this and perfection. I hope that when I break through this [World of Images], I can, like the five aggregates, fully comprehend and integrate them into my being."

If this can be achieved, then breaking through the limit is not far off.

He had long coveted the Battle Soul trait, but wondered what its power truly was.
Just as he was thinking this, a slight movement suddenly came from his middle dantian.

Under Meng Chuan's inner vision, the dragon demon lurking deep within had solidified, resembling a white marble statue with gray veins.

The murderous aura around him completely dissipated, and there was no longer any trace of the Tiger Fiend's violent presence.

With its head lowered and its scales and claws menacing, it had already acquired some of the characteristics of a dragon after absorbing all the nutrients.

It is no longer a fat snake, but a fat dragon.
"You've gotten all the benefits; now it's my turn to help you cultivate."

With his gaze drawn away from his dantian, Meng Chuan gestured to the depths of his primordial spirit, his Dao heart subtly giving him an "OK".

Tonight's whipping will give my muscles and bones a boost!
The next morning, Meng Chuan felt refreshed and invigorated.

He looked inside his body and saw that the dragon demon had reverted to its beef jerky form.

He lay convulsing in his lower abdomen, looking utterly hopeless.

After offering some words of comfort, Meng Chuan then fed the other party the fragment of "Lin Yue's" true spirit from his pocket.

The dragon demon was immediately excited. Its scales clawed at the inner wall of its dantian, and its dragon head was raised high as it swallowed the fragments of true spirit.

As the dark green light disappeared into its body, it let out a satisfied burp.

Its body glowed with a faint green light, making it look just like a greedy dog ​​that had snatched a big bone.

Meng Chuan was a little confused. It was just a fragment, why was he so excited?
Coming to his senses, he gave the whipping men another round of encouragement.

"Yes, Master Lei, Master Daoxin's techniques are always trustworthy."

Looking at his own bones and muscles, the reddish-yellow color clung to them like gilded gold, and every inch of them, under the feedback of the Tiger's Fury, shone with a sharp, metallic luster.

He gathered a breath of lung metal energy, which swirled slowly around his muscles and bones, giving the impression that the tiger-like aura was emanating from his body.

The power of the Tiger's Fury resonates with the metal energy of the lungs, forming a sharp vortex of energy in the meridians.

Meng Chuanliao:

"It seems my guess was right; the feedback from the Tiger Fiend is indeed the essence of metal!"

As for the wonderful uses of this essence, Meng Chuan had already grasped some of them in a moment of thought.

When he stretched out his arms, his bones seemed to faintly gleam with the sound of metal striking metal, and his muscles were stronger than ever before.

This tempering brought his physique ever closer to the state of "golden body and jade bones".

As time goes by, once the muscles and bones have been completely digested, the essence of metal will be returned.

This time, we can reach an even higher level.

"In summary, the essence of metal enhances physical resilience."

He had thought that he could train his body to be as sharp as a blade, making his punches and arm swings even more destructive.

Unexpectedly, it was the [resilience] that was improved.

However, the results were quite good, and Meng Chuan was quite satisfied.

In martial arts, resilience specifically refers to the body's ability to resist deformation and fracture when resisting external forces.

Under the tempering of the essence of metal, he could feel a significant increase in the density of his muscles and bones.

Like finely forged steel, it combines hardness and elasticity.

This growth has enabled his body to withstand even stronger impacts.

It can also prevent bone cracking when exerting maximum force.

"Extreme exertion."

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

(End of this chapter)