With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 324 The summons is issued, Lao Meng's quirks, three hundred moves!

The departure of true qi from the body is not only a manifestation of power, but also a characteristic of the core technique having progressed to a certain level.

The transition from brief periods of detachment from the body to prolonged periods of "qi flowing throughout the body" is one of the outward signs of a martial artist's growth.

Meng Chuan was filled with anticipation for what he would look like when he reached that level of cultivation.

After some reflection, Meng Chuan infused the final Boiling Blood trait into the advanced [Five Qi Gathering].

The roulette wheel rotated, and the proficiency of the Five Elements and Universe Technique increased by 5%.

"The effect of low-level traits has been reduced by half."

In other words, simply using low-level traits doubles the difficulty, requiring twenty to advance.

Meng Chuan calculated that, with the improvement in his understanding of the Five Elements, he could achieve the desired results.

It can be completed within six months at most, and it's not a difficult task.

After digesting the information, he went to the Ten Thousand Scrolls Martial Arts Pavilion.

He returned these fire-attribute fist techniques that had already broken through their limits, and while he was at it, he also took back nineteen more books.

It contains mostly fire-elemental elements, with a few of the other four elements.

Originally, with his master class privileges, he could only borrow a maximum of five books at a time.

However, after Meng Chuan seized the [True Inheritance of Martial Arts] and was crowned the chief of the United Nations General Assembly, many rules gradually faded away.

The administrator of the Hidden Martial Pavilion also hinted to him that as long as Meng Chuan had a need, it wouldn't matter if they emptied the entire place.
Of course, aside from the top-level divine skills and ultimate techniques, they are all only used to demonstrate one's foundation.

To learn these divine skills, one needs to spend a large number of credits and find a powerful mentor within the United University to guide them.

However, as a true disciple of Wuji, Meng Chuan can also enjoy the resources and support provided by the school.

The school funded and commissioned a top expert within the school to teach him martial arts techniques.

This is because the true essence of martial arts represents the future of the United Nations General Assembly.

The school will naturally do its best to nurture him and help him go further on the path of martial arts.

The mental cultivation practice ended, and it was lunchtime.

Meng Chuan carefully preserved the borrowed martial arts manual and went to the canteen for a meal with his two friends.

He and Xu Qingfeng both ate the school's nutritious meals, while Meng Jiaolong happily ate the spicy rice noodles she had cooked herself.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan couldn't help but remind him:
"Jiaolong, you should eat less of this kind of fast food in the future. It contains more than a hundred kinds of trace elements that the human body does not need."

When Meng Jiaolong heard Meng Chuan's concern for her, she smiled and said:

"I know, but they love to eat it."

Xu Qingfeng ate heartily, his mouth bulging as he said:
"It's alright, Lao Meng. She won't die from eating this once in a while."

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Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan saw the Longhu brothers approaching with trays of food in the distance, so he invited them to sit down together.

"Little Tiger, Ah Long, sit down and eat."

"Here it is. The beef is quite good today. Brother Meng, go and get some more later."

After the two sat down, Meng Jiaolong and Xu Qingfeng immediately felt an invisible barrier between them.

Listening to the three martial arts masters chatting enthusiastically, he found himself unable to join in.

This made Meng Jiaolong somewhat discouraged, and the rice noodles in her bowl lost their flavor.

"Xiao Xu, we need to step up our efforts."

Meng Jiaolong spoke in a low voice.

"Huh? I'm almost at the peak of Qi and Blood, and I'm currently choosing a core technique to prepare for Qi Sensing."

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Meng Jiaolong was furious.

Meng Chuan was currently discussing the Demon Nest's recruitment at the end of the year with the Longhu brothers.

Principal Sui appointed him as the team leader, and this has already been announced on the UN mission panel.

[Demon Nest Recruitment Mission]

[Recruitment Scope: Newly graduated martial artists from the 1987-1988 cohorts across the entire North Associated University campus.]

[Mission Objective: In the Qilu region, outside Dengzhou City, locate a level-one demon lair. Cooperate with the military to eliminate the demons within and convert it into a resource area.]

[Mission Time: The first Monday of December. Conscripted martial artists must assemble at the Fengtian Headquarters on time.]

[The mission is led by "Shang Ruyi, the Lord of Xuansha Mountain," as the instructor, with "She Yu, the chief of the 87th cohort," and "Meng Chuan, the chief of the 88th cohort," serving as the captain and vice-captain for this recruitment mission.]

[Special Requirements (Instructions from Principal Sui): Those who meet the recruitment criteria may not refuse this recruitment, except for force majeure events such as health problems or being at a critical juncture in their development.]

After reviewing the task, Chu Yanhu said with considerable annoyance:
"Captain Meng, you'll have to look after me then, brother!"

He had only been in the territory for a short time and was somewhat wary of the Demon Nest.

"The vice-captain and the captain is She Yu."

Meng Chuan emphasized.

She Yu was the previous generation's martial arts master.

When I was competing with Wu Hong some time ago, he was at a critical juncture in his cultivation and did not show up.

Now that it has broken through the second limit, its strength is much greater than mine.

Chu Yanlong also said:
"She Yu is very capable. With her around, our mission will be safer this time."

Of course, Brother Meng, I'm not saying you're no good. You're no less than her after you transform, but your stamina is just a bit lacking."

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Hearing this, Xu Qingfeng interjected:

"I heard that Senior She Yu from headquarters is not only incredibly strong, but also a stunning beauty with incredibly long legs."

"You know, Lao Meng, right? And the key thing is, she also loves wearing yoga pants, the tight kind, the purple kind!"

As a devoted fan of pigeons, Xu Qingfeng felt a connection to Meng Chuan.
He has this kind of fetish.
Because when they were practicing boxing at Zhenlong Hall, Luo Meng's disciple, Chen Jingyi, would always ask Meng Chuan to practice and spar with her.

When she's not wearing yoga pants, Lao Meng only likes to practice yoga and doesn't like to spar.

When wearing yoga pants, Lao Meng...
"Ahem, just shut up."

Meng Chuan was speechless. How could this kid think of him like that? Is he really that kind of person?

After several rounds of meals, when everyone was full and satisfied, the two martial artists went back to attend classes with their boxing instructor.

Meng Chuan and the other two continued to sit and chat.

"Brother Meng, have you been planning to do some more school assignments lately, to earn more credits while they're 15% off?"

"Yes, but there's nothing suitable." Meng Chuan was always concerned about the progress of his Dao Heart's fusion with [Fear].

The efficiency of natural integration is indeed slow.

Unfortunately, the police station has remained silent and has yet to take any action.

Most of the missions issued by the United Nations regarding magical martial artists are targeted at martial artists within the university.

As a martial artist, Meng Chuan was unable to accept these low-level tasks.

This is a restriction specifically set by the UN General Assembly to prevent score manipulation.

Moreover, his credits are almost used up, and he definitely needs to catch up.

With less than five months left until December, if there were enough Qi-Jia Spirit Pills...

Even if he couldn't reach the second major limit, Meng Chuan was confident that all six orifices would change before that point.

At the end of the year, I will be leading a team of martial artists, and I need to convince them of my superior martial arts skills.

He also promised Principal Sui that he would lead the school to stand out from the Four-Party Alliance University, and that the school's strength also needed to be enhanced.

Aside from the changes in acupoints and the improvement in hard skills, it would be even safer to unlock the first martial arts ultimate move of the Demon Seed in the Dao Heart.

Thinking of this, he casually said:
"Ah Long and Little Tiger, if there are any suitable missions, call me along soon."

"Even without a second-tier limit or a high-ranking celestial demon present, I'm confident."

Chu Yanlong had the same idea, and upon hearing this, he smiled and said:

"No problem, with Brother Meng here, everything will be foolproof."

"You focus on your cultivation. I'll hire someone to keep an eye on the quest system and call you in if there are any suitable ones."

"Thank you."

No wonder they come from a wealthy family, these two brothers are really rich.
Looking down at his watch, Meng Chuan prepared to practice "Qi Regulation" with Master Dong.

Before parting, he added:
"Ideally, it should be related to demonic martial artists, because I've always hated evil."

"Understood, Brother Meng, rest assured, I am the same kind of person."

The three exchanged a smile, then bid farewell and left.

Demonic warriors are "fleshy," and aside from mission rewards, they also have many other benefits.

Just considering the hidden demonic arts on his body, there would be a considerable reward for handing them over.

Some old villains are even more outrageous when it comes to spending gold coins, after all, they have countless underlings supporting them, and they eat their fill of rich food.

Clearly, the two brothers misunderstood Meng Chuan's intentions. Meng Chuan mainly wanted to collect [Fear], and didn't think that much about it.
"With a little more practice, I estimate another week should be enough."

"clear."

After leaving Master Dong's house, Meng Chuan returned to his dormitory villa.

He felt he was close to "getting things sorted out" and it wouldn't take long.

After all, the entire process is different from others who make repeated mistakes, and the value of a certificate that is valid forever continues to increase.

Calm your mind, sit cross-legged on the meditation cushion, and gently tap the ball of fiery red energy in your sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, Meng Chuan once again entered the world of imagery.

Stepping onto the rocks, I looked down and realized I still had nothing in my hands.

Without thinking too much, I took a deep breath and let the attack pass by my ear.

He has already fallen into the sea twenty-nine times; this is the thirtieth time.

This time, we must "counterattack" Qi Shuai!
Meng Chuan twisted his left foot, and the blade pierced three inches in front of his toes, producing a sharp "hissing" sound.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions filled the air, like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Under this immense pressure, Meng Chuan relied on Qi Jiguang's Long Fist routine to continuously parry.

They maneuvered and shifted on this tiny reef, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Under immense pressure, his long-suppressed "Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada" movement technique has also made some progress.

Breaking the limit is not far away.

"246247"

Meng Chuan silently counted how many moves he had dodged. Although he had been killed many times, he was not afraid at all and his will was firm.

Finally, when the three hundredth move arrived.

As Qi Shuai folded his hand to sheathe his gun, Meng Chuan's eyes lit up, and he was about to launch a counterattack!

At this moment, Qi Shuai's gun stance changed dramatically!
The blade, which had been thrusting, parrying, and sweeping, suddenly came to a halt, and as the gun trembled, it conjured countless eerie afterimages.

Each afterimage was enveloped in spiraling energy, completely sealing off the space around Meng Chuan.

The seawater around the reef was whipped up into eddies three meters high by the gunfire.

The encirclement was so tight it resembled the strangling force of a dragon!

"Well done!"

Meng Chuan was not surprised but rather pleased.

This is the world of imagery, a new change born from the subjective initiative of enduring three hundred moves.

His pupils held a sharp and piercing gaze, fixed intently on the nine gun shadows.

In this fleeting moment, capture the one and only solid true form.
I see!
Meng Chuan's lips curled into a ferocious smile, and it was actually a downward slash!
Before the spearhead even arrived, its sharp edge had already torn through his clothes.

At the critical moment, the essence of "using stillness to control movement" flashed through Meng Chuan's mind.

He stretched out his arms as if embracing the universe, his left palm pushing the gun barrel horizontally to deflect the force, while his right fist flowed upwards along the gun shaft, the friction between his fist and the gun barrel sparking dazzling sparks.

This move, "Defeating the Boat Against the Waves," is the profound application of the Long Fist style that he mastered after falling into the water twenty-nine times.

This kind of fist technique subtly carries the profound meaning of reefs resisting the waves over the years.

clang--!
Amidst the piercing clang of metal, Commander Qi's blade was jolted upwards for the first time.

Taking the opportunity to close in, he saw the opponent's spear sweep across like a poisonous dragon's tail.

Riding a dragon backwards!
Meng Chuan knew that this was a counter-attack and killing move from the Thirty-Two Forms of Long Fist, and Qi Shuai wielded the spear with perfect precision.

"I see. The spear is an extension of fists and feet; that's how it's used!"

Just as the spear reached his waist, Meng Chuan had a sudden inspiration and used his fist instead of the spear, applying the same spinning force.

He crossed his arms and slammed them together, the violent force pushing him to the edge of the reef, his heels already half an inch off the ground.

But this time—he did not fall!

He withstood three hundred moves!

(End of this chapter)