With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 101 Full-Force Cultivation, Birthday Invitation

Meng Chuan explained to the other party with a wry smile.

"You've actually mastered another Western Region martial art?"

Including the hard skills the opponent displayed last time, they have already practiced two techniques, which will take up their already limited practice time.

"Although my strength is far inferior to Brother Meng's, I still want to remind you not to become obsessed with hard skills."

External martial arts techniques are ultimately unorthodox and lack the true essence; the key to martial arts lies in improving one's qi and blood.

Chen Xuewu meant well by reminding him, and Meng Chuan smiled and agreed:

"I understand, Brother Xuewu. It won't affect your boxing practice."

By the way, are you free on the 6th of next month? It's my birthday, and we'd like to have dinner together.

"Really? I'll definitely be there."

June 6th is his seventeenth birthday. He still has plenty of money in his pocket, so Meng Chuan wants to treat his friends to a meal, since they will all go their separate ways after going to university.

After Chen Xuewu left, Meng Chuan looked at his arm, which was a different color from his body, and felt somewhat helpless.

There's no way around it; becoming stronger comes at a price, but this level is perfectly acceptable.

After a short rest, he practiced boxing for another two hours.

After practicing until his face was slightly flushed, Meng Chuan, having calmed down a bit, walked towards the Qi and Blood Testing Room.

[Qi and Blood Value: 47.2, Entered Level 6]

As Meng Chuan walked out of the Qi and Blood Testing Room, he was in a very good mood.

"The Qi and Blood value is two or three points higher than I expected, which should be due to the Beng Quan (Crushing Fist)."

But most importantly, the Qi and blood promoting effect of Luo's Eight Extremes is powerful. When it is broken through to the Great Perfection, it promotes the generation of more than 10 kinds of Qi and blood.

Although the sun was already setting, Meng Chuan still hadn't left.

Luo Guanyun is teaching his students the last VIP lesson in his personal martial arts studio.

He had just asked Meng Chuan to wait outside for half an hour, and then they would go back to his house together so he could teach Meng Chuan boxing.

While waiting, Meng Chuan took the opportunity to practice his Bengquan (a type of fist technique).

With a raised hand, his fists, imbued with powerful energy, thrust forward in rapid succession. The unique trembling force of the Bengquan (a type of fist technique) penetrated the wooden stake, causing the stake, with its iron core, to emit a grinding "shasha" sound.

This is the unique skill of Bengquan (崩拳), which can cause damage from the inside without using hidden force.

Meng Chuan had previously asked that student, who called this move "Dragon Appears and Disarms"!
Half an hour later, Luo Guanyun strolled out.

The first thing he saw was Meng Chuan practicing Bengquan (a type of fist technique), and he couldn't help but ask him when he had learned it.

Meng Chuan answered truthfully that he had seen other students practice before, and after learning from them for a while, he mastered it.

Upon hearing this, Luo Guanyun burst into laughter and couldn't help but praise Meng Chuan:
“You’re quite the prodigy. You’ve come up with the idea of ​​combining Chinese and Western techniques to train hard skills, and now you’ve even learned the Wood-based boxing style. Tell me what else you want to learn.”

A few days ago, Meng Chuan had already mentally prepared himself for being criticized by his master.

After all, his behavior was indeed somewhat unconventional; however, Luo Guanyun's attitude was far beyond his expectations.

In the end, Luo Guanyun not only did not object to his practice of Western Region martial arts, but also praised him highly.

"When I was young, I loved practicing light-body skills, but you prefer hard-body skills."

The two got into the car, and Meng Chuan sat in the passenger seat, glancing at the dashboard.

【Crushing Fist: Proficient (54%) - Awaiting Limit Break】

"I have two limit-breaking fist techniques as a foundation, so breaking the limit of the third-rate Bengquan should not be difficult in the future."

Seeing that his proficiency with Bengquan was indeed increasing rapidly, Meng Chuan decided to spend a little more time practicing it in the future, as long as it didn't interfere with his training in Luo-style Bajiquan.

June 1st evening.

Meng Chuan went to Luo Guanyun's house to practice boxing as soon as he got out of school.

The wind from their punches whistled through the small martial arts room. After the two exchanged blows and separated, Luo Guanyun said solemnly:
"Your killing intent is still too weak. Don't try to cover your entire arm; that would only waste a lot of your willpower."

What we should do now is think about how to concentrate our killing intent on one point and unleash it.

Just like Ming Jin (a type of internal force), concentrate your strength to penetrate!

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chuan suddenly felt a hurricane sweep past him. Luo Guanyun suddenly spun around and stood beside him, slapping his elbow with a flick of his wrist.

In an instant, the faint killing intent that had been clinging to Meng Chuan's entire arm condensed into a walnut-sized mass in his palm, guided by Master Luo.

"Killing intent is like a steel needle that pierces to the bone!"

He gripped Meng Chuan's hand and slammed it down onto the wooden stake. In an instant, only a tiny pinhole was left on the surface of the stake, but several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall behind it.

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan was truly shocked; his killing intent was surprisingly powerful.

Luo Guanyun released his grip, glanced at him, and said in a deep voice:
"This is the power of concentrating killing intent. If you can master it, your strength will increase greatly."

Meng Chuan cupped his hands and said:

"My apprentice will definitely work hard."

"You're going to spend your birthday with your friends on the 6th, so I won't bother you."

Moreover, starting tomorrow night, I will need to dedicate six hours each day to stationing myself at the demon's lair outside the city, ready to be captured at any time, so I will have less time to return.

Meng Chuan nodded in understanding, but a faint sense of unease lingered in his heart.

Luo Guanyun saw through his apprentice's thoughts and waved his hand with a smile:

"It's nothing serious, just a few more high-ranking demon cubs have awakened. I can make a good amount of money by helping to clean them up."

Luo Guanyun spoke casually, but only he knew the truth.

Unless it's a critical moment, they wouldn't ask a martial arts school owner like him to be stationed there.

Upon hearing Master Luo's words, Meng Chuan smiled and chose to believe in Master Luo's abilities.

The two discussed martial arts principles for a while, and Luo Guanyun finally handed Meng Chuan a beautiful little box.

"This is a [Spiritual Elixir]. Do you remember the Heavenly Demon from Tongjia Lane?"

Meng Chuan nodded; he would never forget that beast, not even in death.

"This great pill is a rare treasure. Its main ingredient is its magic core. A friend just helped me refine it a few days ago. Consider it your birthday present."

The Demon Core is a core unique to Void-type Heavenly Demons.

Aside from that, he had nothing else of value on him except for his priceless magic core.

Even the lowest-level lower-grade magic cores start at several hundred thousand in market price.

Its preciousness stems from two main reasons:

First, the Void-like Heavenly Demons are elusive and difficult to kill.

These kinds of celestial demons are not only colorless and formless, hiding between heaven and earth, but they are also extremely skilled at escaping. Once they sense danger, if they cannot catch up, they will disappear without a trace.

Secondly, because the magic core has a wide range of uses.

In the field of elixir refining, it is one of the main ingredients in many precious elixirs.

Meanwhile, in the field of technology, the Magic Core can also serve as a power source for certain high-end technological devices, providing them with stable energy support.

"Thank you, master."

Given the relationship between Meng Chuan and Luo Guanyun, there was no need for further words; he simply reached out and took it.

Luo Guanyun nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Meng Chuan finally stopped making excuses for him this time.
"Although it is a Great Elixir, it cannot directly affect your Qi and Blood. With your current meridian strength, the Great Elixir of Qi and Blood is difficult for you to absorb. However, the main function of this one is to enhance your perception and eyesight, both of which are extremely useful to you."

Even with a powerful elixir, complete absorption is no easy task. Swallow it now, and I will assist you.

Meng Chuan, without suspecting anything, took out the pill and prepared to swallow it.

It's called a Big Dane, but when you open it up, it's actually only about the size of a peanut.

Meng Chuan tilted his head back and swallowed it to digest, and a clear power slowly emerged in his body.

Luo Guanyun placed his hand on Meng Chuan's abdomen, and the electric current in his hand was transmitted into Meng Chuan's body in rhythm with Meng Chuan's breathing.

"If you hadn't practiced this armor-wearing skill, I really wouldn't have dared to send this electric current into your internal organs."

A moment later, with Luo Guanyun's help, the medicinal effects were converted quickly.

Master Luo was so kind to him that Meng Chuan stood up and respectfully expressed his gratitude to his master.

"I just said your personality has changed, why are you putting on this polite act again? Sit down!"

Day two.

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, Meng Chuan got up and opened his eyes, his pupils sparkling with starlight.

The medicinal power of the [Spiritual Brightness Pill] that I swallowed last night has been completely refined, and the medicinal power is now flowing into my eyes along the Lesser Yang Meridian.

Following the birdsong outside the window, he gazed at the birds on the telephone pole seven feet away, every feather and scale clearly visible.

As the bird flaps its wings and takes flight, he can even catch a glimpse of the scales falling from its body, shimmering with a faint white smoke in the sunlight.

The sound of porcelain bowls clattering came from the kitchen. The sound waves had nowhere to hide from Meng Chuan's senses, and he followed the sound to hear the cracks in the eggshell spreading.

Meng Chuan murmured:
"Auntie is peeling eggs in the kitchen right now."

Only then did he finally realize the preciousness of this great elixir.

His sharp eyesight is merely a superficial phenomenon; what has truly transformed is his ability to perceive the flow of Qi.

At this moment, in his eyes, the world seemed to have a clear pattern.

6 month 6 day.

Meng Chuan ate his aunt's longevity noodles early in the morning, because it was his birthday, and eating longevity noodles was a birthday custom in Yong'an City.

"Auntie, I'm treating my friends to dinner after school tonight, I'll be back later."

Xue Na was clearing away the dishes in the kitchen when she turned around and said:
"Okay, come back soon."

"Ah."

Meng Chuan was not a reckless person. Master Luo had specifically gone to guard the Demon Nest during the day and returned home in the afternoon. If they encountered a Heavenly Demon, he had protective clothing and could wait for Master Luo's support. Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched the [Steel Bone] on his wrist and immediately felt much more at ease.

Half past ten in the morning.

Chen Tie withdrew his iron palms and stared at Meng Chuan's two iron-colored arms, a hint of disbelief on his face:

"Meng Chuan, what kind of Iron Arm have you mastered?"

Meng Chuan's arms were noticeably different from before; the skin pores were becoming increasingly darker as the Tantric oil repeatedly penetrated them.

He smiled and nodded in agreement.

After finishing the round, look at the control panel.

[Tama Iron Arm: Beginner (98%) → Proficient (2%) - Awaiting Breakthrough]

Chen Tie preached:

"Generally speaking, once you have mastered hard qigong, and combined with the strong physique of the six gates and the tough membrane layer formed by the horizontal training of your body, you will be able to make ordinary people's punches and kicks no threat at all."

Even dozens of unarmed mortals can be easily subdued one by one.

Even if a mortal wields a sharp blade, as long as he doesn't stab or slash with all his might, the wounds he inflicts are merely superficial injuries.

With the martial artist's agility, unless surrounded and attacked by a dozen people at the same time, they simply cannot get close to him.

And your arms, enhanced by the Western Regions' hard martial arts, are probably already impervious to swords and blades.

Meng Chuan encouraged himself by touching his upper arm, feeling a texture like touching a rock—rough, uncomfortable, yet incredibly hard.

Chen Tie sighed:
"I feel that your talent in hard skills is even more amazing than your talent in boxing."

It took him more than three months to master the first third-rate hard skill, Iron Sand Palm, and almost a year to achieve mastery.

Meng Chuan, without any modesty, said with a smile:

"Perhaps I am the legendary genius of external physical training."

He looked at Teacher Chen Tie's two fleshy hands and asked in confusion:

"Teacher, why hasn't your body changed color because of practicing external martial arts?"

“I’m older now and need to earn money to support my family, unlike you who apply plasters every day as a daily routine. The plasters that accumulate on my skin have long been absorbed and metabolized.”

But you don't need to worry about these things. My previous master of hard kung fu told me that once hard kung fu is perfected, the skin will be rejuvenated, like peeling.

Your newly formed skin will still be fair and tender; only when you unleash your full power will its color reveal any extraordinary changes.

"understood."

Meng Chuan nodded.

The [Vitalizing Muscle Regeneration Cream] is indeed quite effective and sufficient for my current advanced level of Qi-Nourishing and Armor-Piercing Kung Fu.

After breaking through to mastery, he plans to try the more potent [Bone Tempering and Blood-Generating Ointment].

If the striking force is insufficient, it can actually cause damage to the body, which is why Meng Chuan did not use it right away.

Moreover, it's not cheap; it's about the same price as the Tantric Body Strengthening Oil after the markup. Meng Chuan is prepared to live on a shoestring budget for a long time.

"Sigh, I still need to think of a way to make money."

Thinking about money, Meng Chuan suddenly remembered that there was a joint school exam competition in October.

At that time, 24 middle schools in Yong'an will gather together to compete, and the winner will be jokingly called the strongest high school freshman king of the year.

Principal Zong hasn't told him the specific rewards yet, but Meng Chuan estimates that for such a big competition, there must be at least several hundred thousand yuan in martial arts scholarships.

Hearing that there would be geniuses from the preparatory class of the Northern United University participating this time, Meng Chuan secretly encouraged himself to work hard.

"The cultivation of Qi and blood cannot be stopped. It would be best to cultivate the [Bone Penetrating] quality of Bengquan before October, which would be more secure."

The heavy blows were light and penetrating, combined with the killing intent fist he had just mastered.

Meng Chuan never imagined that such a prodigious young genius from the Sixth Pass could defeat someone as overpowered as him.

"We must not underestimate the heroes of the world, we must not become arrogant, and we must keep fighting!"

Time flies and it's noon.

Meng Chuan talked to Wang Yue about dinner that evening in the cafeteria.

"Brother Chuan'er, I'll call my bodyguards then."

Meng Chuan nodded.

"No need, we'll just have a meal and then head back, it's fine."

Wang Yue waved his hand and said:

“That won’t do. I’m my dad’s only son. If something happens to me, who will spend his money?”

"I thank you on behalf of your dad; you're quite thoughtful."

Wang Yue hesitated again before saying:

"By the way, Brother Chuan'er, can I bring Qin Mengya along?"

The two have been quite close lately, walking to and from school together.

"Is it okay? It's just one more pair of chopsticks."

After lunch.

When it came to Meng Chuan's daily post-meal training session, he exhaled a breath of stale air and immediately assumed a stance to begin standing meditation.

Two hours later, feeling that the progress of the human stance, which had been stagnant for a long time, had finally increased a little, he stopped and finished his practice.

After practicing his punches a few more times, fine beads of sweat appeared on Meng Chuan's forehead. He took a deep breath, and the image of Liu Ru suddenly appeared in his mind.

A while ago, Sister Ru often invited him to have dinner together. Today is my birthday, so I'm inviting her to join me.

Meng Chuan took out his phone and dialed Liu Ru's number:
[Sister Ru, it's my birthday tonight, let's have dinner together.]

On the other end of the phone, Venom's eyes flashed with a sinister ecstasy after hearing Meng Chuanshuo's words.

"That little bastard has finally taken the bait. I'm going to torture him to death, hiss hiss hiss."

But in an instant, it composed itself, cleared its throat, and adopted a sweet, coquettish tone:
Okay, just the two of us?

Meng Chuan responded with a smile:

No, a few of my friends will also be coming.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a cold voice echoing in my mind:
"It's not a big problem. If it's just in the way, just swallow it all."

But on the surface, Sister Ru remained gentle:
Okay then.

Meng Chuan continued:

[Sister Naru, see you at Yongfu Feast at 6:30.]

Liu Ru softly agreed, and after hanging up the phone, a strange smile appeared on her lips.

After hanging up the phone, Venom could no longer restrain itself. Liu Ru's body changed as if it were flowing wax, and ripples like asphalt appeared on her slender neck.

Black mucus gushed from her ear canals, congealing into menacing dark fang-like armor along her delicate jawline.

The mucus meandered upwards, eventually climbing up the top of the skull and enveloping the entire face.

A malevolent aura emanated from the bulging, pale white eyes on the black skull, and the cascading black hair transformed into writhing, living black fibers the moment it touched the cheek.

"Hiss hiss hiss, you're going to die, Meng Chuan!"

Yongfu Feast.

Inside the private room, several people sat around.

Today, Liu Ru dressed up carefully, wearing a light blue bodycon dress and a pair of 30D sheer black stockings.

Unexpectedly, Venom's fashion sense was also quite good, forming a stark contrast with the demeanor of the young martial artists beside him.

Looking at Sister Ru, who looked exceptionally beautiful today, Le Ping couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Brother Chuan'er, you're so impressive!"

Zongping's school is far away, so he specially took the only leave he gets once a month for this reunion.

Meng Chuan hadn't seen Zong Ping for a long time, and as soon as the other party arrived, he excitedly shouted loudly.

Zongping asked in surprise:

"Brother Chuan'er, I heard you've already broken through to the sixth level?"

Meng Chuan nodded slightly.

Zongping, still curious, pressed on with another question:

"Wow, that's impressive! How far have you gotten in terms of Qi and blood? I'm still stuck at level five."

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment and replied:
"I just had it measured a few days ago, it's in the forties."

Zong Ping clicked his tongue in amazement. He was studying in the third class of the preparatory course at Beilian University. Even though he was the top student in the class, his progress in qi and blood was far inferior to that of Meng Chuan.

Moreover, even the senior students one year ahead of them are mostly stuck at level six, finding it difficult to break through.

At this moment, Le Ping stood up, raised his wine cup, and said loudly:

"Come on, everyone, let's have a drink! Happy birthday, Brother Chuan'er!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and laughter echoed in the private room.

Apart from Liu Ru, everyone present was still a student, so they substituted fruit juice for alcohol.

Several people stood up to offer their congratulations, but Meng Chuan smiled and waved for everyone to sit down.

"We may be scattered across the country when we go to university. I wish you all great success in your military endeavors!"

Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison:
"Prosperous military fortune!"

(End of this chapter)