With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 467 Purple Cloud Dragon, a True and Loyal Emperor of the Dharma Realm!

"Swimming and its role in environmental adaptation are also quite good."

There are also quite a few water-attribute demon nests, especially along the southern coast, where the treasures within are incredibly abundant.

Right next to him was the Nine Dragon Pool, so Meng Chuan dived down to experience it.

When he speaks, his lungs seem to draw oxygen from the water, as if they have grown "gills".

The special characteristics that drive changes in the body are truly amazing.

Wow
Meng Chuan was like a torpedo, quickly swimming out of the water and jumping onto the shore.

In addition to being able to breathe underwater, my swimming skills have also improved considerably.

Although swimming cannot enhance comprehension or combat ability, it is still very useful, improving his ability to survive in extreme environments.

It should be noted that even the body of a martial arts grandmaster who has undergone four transformations.

They can only hold their breath for a long time, not grow "gills" like I do.
The second function, [Ao Jia], Meng Chuan knew without even trying.

It's like an invisible tortoise shell growing on its back, which only appears when attacked.

The reason why the resistance to the two forces differs is also easy to understand.

Just like the shell on a turtle's back in real life.

A sharp sword is difficult to stab and cut, but a blunt hammer blow will shatter it.
Nighttime, at Zhao Shousui's home.

"Wait a little longer, Xiao Meng. We held a meeting of true masters on the mountain today, and Sect Leader Chen Tuan sent word that he will be coming out of seclusion soon."

【真人】is a respectful title used in Taoism for those who have reached the fourth major limit.

The Real Person Conference is a conference of martial arts masters.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was in a hurry, Zhao Shousui asked him to come to his house after finishing his meeting during the day to inform him.

"Senior Uncle, tell me the truth, besides practicing martial arts, does your Wudang sect also cultivate immortality and refine qi?"

Meng Chuan couldn't understand why practicing martial arts required months of seclusion, while breaking through to the seventh level of cultivation was said to take much longer.
Zhao Shousui said speechlessly:

"Where is the Qi in this mortal world? What kind of immortal cultivation is this?"

Zhao Shousui thought for a moment and decided it wouldn't hurt to tell Meng Chuan.

He went on to explain:

"I just found out that Sect Leader Chen Tuan has been in seclusion for some time to communicate with the Great Emperor."

"Entering the Dharma Realm?"

"I don't know the specifics, but he stayed in the Jade Void Palace day and night, never leaving it."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan recalled the move that Old Daoist Wu Yang had demonstrated at the Eight Immortals Martial Shrine.

Zhao Shousui said with considerable self-satisfaction:

"Only the most devout and energetic disciples of Zhenwu can establish a connection with the Great Emperor on the level of incense offerings."

Among the Four Heavenly Kings of Wudang, the leader of the Songxi Sect is the most skilled in both fist and sword fighting, and possesses the strongest combat power.

But since Sect Leader Chen can borrow the power of the Great Emperor, his combat strength is immeasurable. Whether he rivals the Great Sage, equals, or even surpasses him depends on how much power the Great Emperor has granted.

Meng Chuan was surprised:

"So fierce!"

That's how powerful it is!

He thought about the suspension of the Tianshan Martial Arts Tournament and said thoughtfully:

"So, Sect Leader Chen went into seclusion to seek help from the True Martial Emperor?"
"Senior Uncle, what major plans does Wudang have in store? Are you perhaps planning to attack the Ultimate Darkness?"

"Hey kid, don't make wild guesses or talk nonsense. I don't know, they didn't mention it in the meeting."

Meng Chuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

Even Daoist Chen Tuan is bringing up the "foundation of his sect," so this is definitely not a trivial matter.

It's impossible for two major events to happen at the same time.

Therefore, whether it was Chen Tuan's seclusion or the suspension of the Tianshan Martial Arts Tournament, it was all in preparation for one thing.

"Could it really be an attack on the ultimate darkness?"

His sixth sense was very strong; it seemed like he might have guessed it.
As for who to fight?

He glanced at the tasks on the [National Task System] list, which all seemed to point to the Jin region.

And most importantly, a series of exploration missions in the Taihang Mountains.
Meng Chuan already had the answer in his heart.

What benefits do I get from knowing this?
Getting involved in the whispers about besieging the mountains was clearly none of his business.
He's just a minor second-tier player; he probably won't even be able to watch the game.

"How to use this incident to kill Fang Jianxing, or rather, how to ensure he has no way to escape, is what I should be thinking about."

With this thought in mind, Meng Chuan vaguely had an idea.

In recent days, following the meeting with the leaders, Meng Chuan has been observing the overall wind direction of Wudang Mountain.

Based on observation, all I can say is that everything remains the same, with no hint of trouble whatsoever.

By the way, there wasn't even any thunder or rain.

Logically speaking, Wudang Mountain has abundant water vapor, dense vegetation, and strong transpiration.

In addition, due to seasonal factors, it should be raining a lot right now.

But ever since he went up the mountain, it hasn't rained once, which is a bit strange.
Meng Chuan speculated that it was mostly related to Sect Leader Chen's seclusion.
In short, just blame all the abnormal phenomena on the other party.

Lately, in his spare time from practicing martial arts, he would occasionally go to the [Huangjing Pavilion] to borrow a couple of Taoist scriptures to read.

In the future, I will practice the [Xuanwu Refining True Body] and even the Immortal Great Dao Scripture.

Mastering some Taoist principles is entirely beneficial.

However, the obscurity of Taoist scriptures is in some ways no less than that of Buddhist scriptures.

This happens frequently; he understands the meaning of a few words when they are separated.

But when they were put together to form a word, he was completely baffled.
For example, this sentence:

"Qi rituals are not true external rituals or techniques. To study them thoroughly is to be filled with fear and trepidation."

Uncle Zhao is busy teaching and practicing martial arts, so he would consult with Wang Ye.

After all, Wang Ye was a righteous Taoist priest, and he must have studied these things. Sometimes, he would also ask Zhao Huanzhen, the Taoist priest of Wudang known as "Purple Cloud Dragon".

Even after their first sparring session, Master Zhao was still not entirely convinced.

Meng Chuan made several more moves, and it could be said that he and his opponent became acquainted through these encounters.
Today, in Wang Ye's courtyard.

When Meng Chuan was practicing martial arts and regulating his breathing, he picked up a Taoist scripture and raised this question.

Wang Ye thought for a moment and said:

"Yes, this is about being careful during sacrifices to avoid attracting evil spirits from beyond the heavens, that is, celestial demons."

".Yeah?"

Meng Chuan shook his head, feeling that Wang Ye's explanation was too vague and that it would be better to ask Zhao Zhenhuan for a more thorough understanding.

Zixiao Yunlong's Daoist cultivation level is still higher than Wang Ye's.
"Brother Meng! My Cloud-Parting and Sun-Making Technique has reached perfection, and I have come to ask you for some pointers!"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

Before Meng Chuan and Wang Ye could open the door for him, a figure leaped down from the top of the wall.

His dark blue Taoist robe was washed until it was almost white, and his figure was as straight as a bamboo shoot.

There's a piece missing from my left eyebrow, like a shallow scar.

The visitor was none other than Zhao Huanzhen, the Taoist priest of Wudang Zixiao Yunlong.

He and Meng Chuan were born in the same month of the same year, and he had just turned twenty. He was also the second-to-last martial arts master.

Zhao Huanzhen flicked his sleeves, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and laughed:

"Brother Meng, and Junior Brother Wang Ye, please act as a referee and witness as I avenge my humiliation today."

"Fine, let's see how you embarrass yourself."

"Junior brother, you must have faith in your senior brother."

Wang Ye said speechlessly:
"I'm not very confident."

Meng Chuan, standing to the side, shook his head and gestured with one hand:
"Master Zhao, please, let's finish this quickly."

"what!"

Five seconds later, Meng Chuan unleashed a devastating, earth-shattering punch, sending Master Zhao crashing into a tree.

He clapped his hands, in a rather cheerful mood:

"Amitabha. The Battle Soul Space has been cleaned up by the Mad Old Daoist. It's perfect for him to come out and give that little Daoist a good beating."

Zhao Zhenhuan jumped down from the treetop, covered in dust and dirt.

The ninth time, they were defeated.

Referee Wang Ye was speechless.
"Zhao Daozi, please stop embarrassing Wudang."

The two true disciples of Yan Hua and Donglian University next door struggled for a while before "dying".

Zhao Zhen was knocked down with just two punches, which was truly shameful.

However, you can't blame him for this.

In terms of strength and talent, Zhao Zhen is no less than Zheng Chengcheng and Chen Xuan.

It can only be said that his challenge was timed wrong.

If it were when Meng Chuan had just entered the realm, he could have held on a little longer.

Perhaps we'll even see the ten-meter giant form.
But there are no "what ifs". Meng Chuan's qi and blood are now approaching 13,000.

The punch he threw was several times more powerful than when he first entered the realm.

It can be said that even without being in a state of liberation.

Within the second limit, there are not many people who can rival him, including the top masters.

Zhao Zhenhuan, standing to the side, heard Wang Ye chirping at him and his laughter turned into a sinister grin.
"Amitabha! Junior Brother Wang's words are quite cryptic. Then let your senior brother also discuss the Dao with you. Take this sword strike!"

He gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and yanked it out, the Qingping Sword whistling through the air as it pointed at Wang Ye.

He was also a master of both fist and sword, because his master was Zhang Jingshi, the head of the Songxi School.

After the noise subsided, the three of them stood in a stance together.

Meng Chuan noticed that Zhao Huanzhen had a bruise on his left eye, which he had caused himself.

Wang Ye's eyes were both bruised, clearly from Zhao Zhenhuan's attack.
Meng Chuan suppressed a laugh and said:

"Master Zhao, if you wish to spar again in the future, I, Meng, will certainly be happy to oblige."

"Let's stop fighting. Nine is the ultimate number for Wudang. Too much of a good thing is bad."

Wang Ye explained from the side:

"Brother Meng, he means he's given in, he's chickened out."

Before Meng Chuan could speak, Zhao Huanzhen drew his sword again and said:
"Amitabha! I have only had one discussion with Junior Brother Wang. It seems I need to gather nine more. Take this sword!"

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Meng Chuan stood silently to the side, as if watching a monkey show.

After a moment, once the two had finally calmed down, he finally spoke and asked:
"You two, have you been to the Dharma Realm of the True Martial Emperor before?"

Zhao Huanzhen:
"I have been there. I saw the Emperor twice, when I broke through to the Martial Arts Master level and when I was crowned the Purple Cloud Dragon."

Wang Ye said smugly:
"Of course, I am a true Wudang person with three generations of pure lineage. I was born and raised in Wudang. The Emperor even held me when I was a child. Unlike some people from other places..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Huanzhen drew his sword again.
"Quiet down, everyone, let's get down to business."

Once Meng Chuan spoke, the two stopped their antics.

He knew that Wang Ye had physically admitted defeat in missing out on the Purple Cloud Dragon, but verbally he hadn't.
Seeing that the two had calmed down, Meng Chuan asked what the scene was like in the Dharma Realm and how the Great Emperor transmitted his power.
Zhao Huanzhen laughed:
"Brother Meng, it's a pity you don't believe in the True Martial Emperor. If you could go inside and take a look, I guarantee you'd never forget it."

The Great Emperor's North Pole True Martial Palace was shrouded in auspicious clouds and countless streams of auspicious energy. Within the palace, two generals, a tortoise and a snake, guarded his left and right, while a golden boy and a jade maiden attended him. The transmission of power and the delivery of decrees were both carried out by these two; the Great Emperor remained silent, seated serenely in the palace.

Wang Ye nodded and added:
"Outside the Emperor's palace, thirty-six heavenly generals and five hundred guardian spirit officials stood in formation. Above the sky, there were also five divine dragons—the Azure Dragon of the East, the Crimson Dragon of the South, the White Dragon of the West, the Black Dragon of the North, and the Yellow Dragon of the Center—protecting the Emperor, circling in the sky with extreme majesty."

(End of this chapter)