With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 325 Three vows, three tribulations, only through a hundred refinements can one become a god!
Amidst the roar of the waves, for the first time, a look of approval appeared on the usually stern face of the middle-aged Qi Shuai.

Before Meng Chuan could catch his breath, the even more ferocious 301st move followed immediately.
The instant he fell into the water, Meng Chuan shouted angrily:

"Damn, it's not over yet!"

"call"

Meng Chuan shook his head, squeezing out broken gasps from his throat.

While recovering, I looked at the notification from the internal panel:
[Qi Jiguang's Thirty-Two Forms Long Fist: Mastery (44%) → Perfection (67%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Battle Spirit (Intermediate)]

He needs to rest for a while every time he comes out.

A moment later, feeling the surging blood and internal energy within his body intertwined, a sudden realization dawned on him:
"Three hundred moves is the limit, but the key is the changes in Qi Shuai's spear technique."

The spear is an extension of fists and feet, not a technique to be used. The true essence of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist lies in its adaptability and variation.

His boxing techniques and routines were already extremely familiar to him.

Now that my proficiency has greatly improved, until I broke through to perfection, I have grasped this key point.

He stared at the rapidly fluctuating numbers on the panel, a thought forming in his mind:

"The Five Elements Qiankun Fist breaks through the limits, from mutual generation and restraint to the rotation of the five elements."

The ultimate essence of this long fist style lies in the four words: "proving the Dao through battle."

From fighting Japanese pirates on the riverbank to practicing shooting on the reefs, each scene change corresponds to a breakthrough in the level of martial arts.

Qi Shuai's existence is precisely this living, imaginary world, a test for me.

Only in a life-or-death struggle can the ultimate secrets of this martial art be truly unlocked.

This is the evolutionary law of this world of imagery. Meng Chuan once again looked inward at the crimson mass in his mind.

"Things don't happen more than thirty-three times; within three times, I will break the limit!"

He has this confidence.

A few days later, after recovering his strength, Meng Chuan challenged Qi Shuai once again.

After three hundred moves, he successively crossed twenty-one moves before finally falling into the water.

At the same time, the proficiency panel also received a 21% boost.

[Qi Jiguang's Thirty-Two Forms Long Fist: Perfect (67%) → Perfect (88%)]

Meng Chuan understood that he was very close to breaking through his limit.

This ancient martial art, Changquan, has a total of thirty-two routines. Break through the remaining eleven routines and complete the remaining 11% of proficiency.

Add to that the final 1%, and your own "comeback."
At that time, the Battle Spirit trait will be readily available.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan felt an urge to buy a powerful elixir to restore his mental strength and strike while the iron was hot, continuing his relentless efforts.

After a moment, he managed to suppress his impulse.

More haste less speed.

He pondered:

"Going in now would be pointless; pills to restore mental energy aren't cheap."

Take advantage of the natural recovery time to think and practice more.

Only after re-entering the world of imagery did I feel more confident.

With his thoughts turning back, Meng Chuannian remembered another crucial matter recently: learning the true essence of external martial arts.

Master Dong underestimated him. In terms of external training, his comprehension and physical strength are unmatched among his peers.

Now it is possible to regulate one's own Qi.

Meng Chuan focused his gaze and noticed that the Tanzhong acupoint responded with a slight heat, like a furnace.

The will of martial arts guides the flow of qi and blood, transforming into fine threads that circulate throughout the body.

He took a deep breath, and the "Zhen" technique of the Tiger Roar Lung Strengthening Method burst forth with his breathing, causing his blood and qi to surge like a tide, washing over the throat and the vital acupoints near his neck and shoulders.

Every master of external physical training is also a skilled practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.

With his photographic memory, Meng Chuan had long since memorized the locations of all the acupoints on the human body and their stimulating effects.

Now, when they start "fighting themselves," it's effortless and unhindered.

Suddenly, Meng Chuan frowned, and a sharp pain shot out from a vital acupoint.

The muscle fibers hummed as they vibrated, and the stagnant gas was expelled from the pores.

This step is the key to "regulating Qi" and is called "body tempering".

As time slowly passed, the pain was gradually soothed by the body after the relevant acupoints were stimulated one after another.

I have felt that my mastery of this technique has reached its limit.

Meng Chuanhuan then taught the key techniques of the "Tama Iron Body" technique.

This second-rate hard skill involves many key points, and the process of regulating qi is somewhat bumpy.

His blood and qi, as fine as silver needles, pierced his body with a "plop plop" sound, and blood beads were seeping from his skin.

A few breaths later, accompanied by a buzzing and trembling in the body, the vital points damaged by the blow were instantly restored thanks to the body's powerful recovery ability.

After the blush faded, his skin regained its cold, metallic sheen.

This is the color that Meng Chuanjing has forged through countless trials and tribulations, etched deep into his soul.

No matter how his body grew, the training never stopped.

As the firing continues, it's like fine steel being repeatedly tempered.

This is another major advantage for Meng Chuan: he hasn't bought body-refining ointment for a long time, saving a lot of money.

Nowadays, apart from larger wounds.

Minor external injuries, such as those caused by blows, can heal on their own.

In gaming terms, that's Meng Chuan's health bar recovery speed.

Now, the damage caused by "self-harm" has been caught up.

The pain appeared and disappeared repeatedly, but Meng Chuan remained unfazed.

Countless silver needles pierced through, and sharp pain exploded from the acupoints, as if hundreds of ants were gnawing at the bone marrow.

Even though I haven't gotten used to the pain of this blood and qi puncture.

The burning sensation surging under the skin, intertwined with the dull pain of tearing muscles, made the whole process feel like scraping bone with a dull knife.

An ordinary person would have given up long ago.

But the minds and bodies of martial artists like Meng Chuan, who practice external martial arts, are already as tough as rock! It's just a little bit of hardship; only through a hundred refinements can one become a god!

Half an hour later, the game ended.

Feeling the mysterious restorative power slowly flowing from his limbs and bones, Meng Chuan's expression softened slightly.

The [Rainbow Body] skill can still be triggered, and even if he attacks himself, his greatest advantage in physical strength has not disappeared.

Even though I had suspected it beforehand, I finally breathed a sigh of relief after witnessing it with my own eyes.

While practicing the remaining hard skills, he thought to himself:
"I wonder if true-level external martial arts training can be done in four areas at the same time. If so, one would be invincible."

But he felt it was unlikely, as the human body has its limits.

Unless you stop being human
Meng Chuan's physique is now too strong, so ordinary hard skills are not very effective.

The force required for striking during practice is also considerable.

Therefore, he was unable to increase the number of strikes he could perform at once, and still relied on the Rainbow Body Rejuvenation Four-Gate Combined Training.

As for true-level external martial arts training, Meng Chuan had never practiced it.

But he guessed that it would probably have to start with two subjects, or even just one.

As the body becomes increasingly "abnormal," the amount of training gradually increases.

While adjusting his breathing, Meng Chuan secretly pondered the path of his next hard-skill cultivation.

The "Precious Image Golden Venerable Skill" mentioned by Master Dong is a powerful yet extremely difficult intermediate-level Buddhist skill to master.

Others find it incredibly difficult to concentrate on one thing, but my body is special, and I also have related special qualities that enhance my abilities.

Perhaps we could try, while also practicing other hard skills.

With this in mind, he immediately called Master Dong to schedule a time.

This method is difficult to learn and may take up a whole day or even several days of the learner's time.

On the other end of the phone, Dong Yue laughed after listening:

"You're really quick, kid. You've already figured out how to handle things."

Alright, get two cases of beer ready, we'll go for it tomorrow, you and me!

"no problem!"

Meng Chuan didn't ask about how many credits were needed.

Settlement will be processed normally based on the duration.

After they became acquainted, Dong Shi never asked him for credits, but Meng Chuan insisted on transferring the money.

Master Dong did not mention it because he was mindful of their friendship.

But it is also his duty to take the initiative to change.

The next morning, Meng Chuan arrived with a truckload of craft beer, rattling and clattering.
He had long ago entrusted his uncle to buy it, because Master Dong loved to drink it, and it was quite a hassle to go down the mountain every time.

It won't cost much, it's just a bit of a hassle.
The mountain road to the United University is rugged, and in addition, the landscape of Mount Li must be preserved, so artificial road widening is not allowed, making it impassable to vehicles.

This morning, a truckload of beer was parked at the foot of the mountain, and Meng Chuan carried it up directly at four o'clock in the morning.

It wasn't very heavy; he had plenty of strength and skill.
Dong Yue is usually very busy. As the only master of external martial arts at the Yong'an Campus of the United University, he is very busy.

The schedule is very full on weekdays.

Many students with poor physical talent come to him to learn some hard skills to protect themselves, but he always refuses, no matter how many credits they offer.

Today he specially set aside a whole day for Meng Chuan. If he couldn't get the hang of it, then he would postpone it for two or three days!

This was the first time Dong Yue had taught someone the true skill of external martial arts, and he was quite excited.

He stood astride a stance in the courtyard, waiting for Meng Chuan, his mind wandering inwardly:

"The Golden Vase of Precious Image has finally been passed down."

Dong Yue's ability to grow into a martial arts master was naturally due to his own opportunities.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to twenty years ago.

It was the dead of winter when Dong Yue received the Dharma teachings from a dying old monk in a dilapidated temple.

After talking with him, I learned that this was the last abbot of the Mahayana Buddhism of the Great Chu Dynasty, the Chengshi School, named Master Baoxiang.

Seeing that Dong Yue's muscles and bones were like cast iron, and that he was extraordinary, it was clear that he was not an ordinary person.

The Zen master said, "Buddha saves those with affinity," and then passed on the sect's signature martial art, the "Precious Golden Venerable Skill," to him.

"My days are numbered; I only require you to make three vows:"

First, this skill must never be passed on to Mahayana Buddhist disciples;

Second, before reaching perfection and imprinting the true meaning of martial arts, one must use one's own essence and blood to rewrite the scripture left by this old monk every year to prevent it from dissipating.

Thirdly, this old monk knows that this era of vital energy and blood does not belong to the Chengshi Sect, but this method should not be lost. If you are unable to cultivate it to perfection, you need to find a successor to inherit this method and continue the bloodline of the Chengbao Xiang Jinzun.

As a precious original external martial arts technique, its value is immeasurable.

It was Dong Yue's most valuable possession, both then and now.

To demonstrate his piety, he also made a great vow!
The Zen master's final admonition:
"The treasure image recognizes the bone structure, not the skin. The successor must meet the requirements of the Three Tribulations Body – sinews like twisted dragons, bones like the sound of metal, and blood like flowing mercury."

After saying this, he suddenly passed away.

Opening his eyes, Dong Yue pulled back his complicated thoughts.

He smiled carefreely.

This year marks exactly twenty years.

If it wasn't fate?

Since he first learned this method, he has been stuck at the Great Perfection level for nearly ten years and has long been thinking about passing it on.

"What the old Zen master said is mysterious. In fact, whether one can cultivate this external training method depends on one's talent in the art of [essence]."

In my more than 30 years of martial arts practice, I have seen the person with the strongest energy and vitality.

If he cannot achieve perfect cultivation, then there is nothing that can be done.

It cannot be perfect; it is merely a matter of passing down the essence and blood from generation to generation, which does not require much effort.

I originally intended to take Xiao Meng as my personal disciple, and the two of them would work hard together.

But Master Luo
Thinking of this, Dong Yue felt a pang of regret:

"Xiao Meng will never become my disciple, so it's fine as it is."

(End of this chapter)