With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 497 Lu Zu Sheng Banishes the Clouds on the Horizon

Let alone ordinary people, even a martial artist at the ninth level would have their head blown off if hit by a single blow.

At this moment, restraining his power became an instinct for him.

Besides aiming to approach a state of "returning to simplicity," it is also to prevent accidental injuries.

Fortunately, he was able to control himself while still unliberated.

"My current blood and qi level is only around 16,000, yet I already possess this kind of power. I still can't underestimate martial artists whose blood and qi level is stronger than mine."

Qi and blood volume are the foundation of everything in martial arts.

This, in turn, stimulates internal energy, which then flows out through the pores.

The energy that coiled around his arms and flowed like thunderous true energy to subdue demons, shimmering with a dangerous blue-purple glow.

Meng Chuan bent his palm again, and an even greater power gathered at the edge of his palm, his aura becoming terrifyingly powerful.

With the power of blood and qi combined with true qi, even a mere palm strike could blast a martial artist at the first stage of their cultivation level apart from a distance!

If this palm strike lands squarely, even someone wearing first-grade armor and possessing the same blood and energy as him would likely die.

In other words, it was Lao Xu who could have competed with him at the top of King Xiang's tomb.

There was also Chu Yanlong, the unruly student in the dormitory when the university had just started its semester.

In the blink of an eye, I can slap myself from a distance.
Yeah, they're all pigeons.

It's just a matter of combining Qi and blood with true Qi to condense the power of a fist, and to unleash fist techniques or even ultimate moves.
Powerful, needs no further explanation!

In the distance, Wang Ye's small courtyard can be vaguely seen.

Meng Chuan withdrew all his power, feeling extremely pleased.

It was this endless positive feedback of power that allowed him to endure one long night after another, accompanied only by martial arts.
Even with the midday sun high in the sky, a gentle breeze still blows across Wudang Mountain.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the thatched roof, gently caressing Meng Chuan's forehead.

He opened his eyes and slowly sat up from his seated position.

"By the end of August, I'll have been in Wudang for almost half a year."

He's been having a really good time lately, and he's almost reluctant to leave.

But there's no way around it; the road is under our feet, and we have to keep walking.

The ancestral home of Zen Buddhism awaits his visit.

He will learn about the improvement of Buddhist martial arts principles and the Heart Sutra mantras that can enhance spiritual power.

And the story of the Eighteen Arhats in Jin, which led to Fang being lured into a trap.

Finally, there are those things that seem to have nothing to do with oneself.

In reality, the "Luotian Grand Ritual" is closely related to everyone in the world.

Once you're caught up in it, you're no longer in control of your own destiny.

Thinking about all this, even someone as resilient as Meng Chuan subconsciously felt a wave of weariness wash over him.

"Now that this matter is over, I will return to Yong'an and spend some time in seclusion to practice martial arts and spend time with my family."

He hadn't forgotten his cousin's wedding next year.

Meng Chuan, being nostalgic, got up and looked around the house where he had lived for half a year.

"It's full of memories."

His traces are everywhere here; even the hard stone trough bed has a "two-lobed indentation" left by his meditation.
Cough cough, there's nothing I can do.

He practices meditation, sitting for five or six hours at a time, and that's combined with his current weight.
"Amitabha Buddha"

I'm afraid that after returning to Lishan, I'll have to use the materials from building silicon gold piles to make myself two beds.
Three days later, at night.

Upon learning that Meng Chuanming was about to leave the mountain earlier that morning...

A small circle of people, led by Zhao Shousui, decided to hold a farewell party for him.

Wang Ye, Jack, Zhao Huanzhen, and the others had already discussed it yesterday, and they were determined to get Meng Chuan drunk today.

But with Zhao Shousui still watching, the group dared not act rashly.
In order to maintain the dignity of the Taoist sect and leave a good impression on Meng Chuan before he left.

Zhao Shousui also asked the logistics department for a few young Taoist boys.

Tea and incense were offered, and a faint Taoist fragrance filled the air.

There was even a young Taoist boy with a special talent, standing to the side singing and playing music in the tune of "Lu Zu Sheng Ban".
Meng Chuan sat at the table, his smile stiff, and clapped for him.

I wonder what kind of show Uncle Zhao is putting on right now.
"In the vast heavens above, in the magnificent white jade palace."

Emptiness and nature, the Three Pure Ones and the Three Realms, the Great Luo Three Treasures Heavenly Venerable.

"

After he finished singing, Meng Chuan whispered:
"Ahem, Uncle Zhao, is this tune pleasant to listen to?"

Lu Dongbin, the ancestor of the Lü clan, has been corrupted by demons.

Zhao Shousui loved hearing this, and he hummed it along, glancing sideways at Meng Chuan as he said:

"It's just using the name; what's wrong with the content itself?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

How could Meng Chuan dare to comment on such things? The tune mentioned only mentioned top-tier immortals.
After the song ended, Zhao Shousui looked at the four reserved boys and helplessly waved for them to leave.

He muttered to himself:
"It's not presentable, take it out!"

"What do you want, Master?"

Wang Ye asked in confusion.

"The wine you hid."

"."

The group drank until dawn, and apart from Meng Chuan and Zhao Shousui, everyone was quite drunk.

It is a rule of the Great Chu state not to use one's qi and blood to digest food at the dinner table.

Wang Ye was slurring his words, his teeth were stuck together, and he was speaking incoherently.
"Brother Meng, I'll keep the stone trough where you sat when you were in the pit. When you become a saint, I'll auction off the Martial Saint's buttock imprint!"

"I hope you get a high price for it."

Meanwhile, Jack, the foreigner, was also getting quite drunk.

They urged Brother Meng to leave, asking if he dared to go down the mountain and find a good place to test his skills!
Zhao Zhenhuan also clamored to go, and Wang Ye, who was standing to the side, immediately got up and walked out.

He was determined to regain his dignity after his previous humiliation.
Wang Ye was so confident because he knew that his endurance was at its best when he was slightly tipsy.
Zhao Shousui covered his face, numb with shock. What a disobedient disciple!
He immediately struck Wang Ye with a palm strike, knocking him to the ground. Seeing that the other two "Wudang disciples" were also eager to attack, he then used one of their palm strikes to help Wang Ye fall asleep.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was sober, he then urged the alcohol to dissipate, and then smiled and said:
"Nephew, you have a good capacity for alcohol."

Meng Chuan's body trembled, and he too exhaled the smell of alcohol. "Master's teachings are excellent."

Zhao Shousui pondered:
"Well, you're right. I've never met a match in drinking with anyone, except for your master, Old Man Luo."

"."

The two switched from wine to tea. Zhao Shousui took a sip and asked:

"You know about the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, are you going to watch it?"

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment and said:
"Senior Uncle, I might take this opportunity to go to Jin to do some national missions and gather resources. As for the rest, I'll leave it to fate."

If Fang Jianxing takes the bait, he will have to settle things with him at Zishou Temple, which can also be considered as opening up the second battlefield of the Luotian Grand Ceremony.
"Alas, it's best to stay far away. I'm afraid even I, your senior uncle, will be in trouble when the time comes."

Although his duty was to maintain the ritual from the outside, he was not qualified to participate in the main battle.

But when faced with ultimate darkness, anything can happen, and it's hard to say.

Seeing that Uncle Zhao was in low spirits, Meng Chuan didn't know how to comfort him.

He could only pull out another jar of wine from the waist token.

"Uncle-Master, have some more."

The next morning, at Wang Ye's home.

Meng Chuan took off his dark blue Taoist robe and the Taoist hat on his forehead, revealing a shiny bald head.

He was no longer the muscular man he once was, and even his bald head looked much more pleasing to the eye.
[Baoxiang Jinzun Gong: Proficient (92%)]

It's been half a year, and my proficiency has only increased by about 70%, and I still haven't broken through to mastery.

This method, along with the practice of Brahma's imprisonment, can truly be described with the word "grind."

He lacks too much in Buddhist martial arts theory.

I will go to the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism to complete this path.

Using his senses to check his waist tag, he found that he had brought everything.

I received a text message on my phone:
[Flight Travel Notice, Dear Martial Artist, Your Flight...]

For this trip to Shaolin, Meng Chuan decided to fly directly there and not visit the mountains and seas along the way.

If you wish to observe the world and nature, there will be plenty of time in the future.

Time is of the essence; we must get to Shaolin Temple as soon as possible to learn the martial arts related to the Eighteen Arhats and finalize the "Kunfang Plan."

Moreover, ambushes by demonic forces are inevitable along the way.

In the final stages of a trip, it's best to avoid any unexpected complications.

Now, he can defeat even a sixth-level Ascendant.

But the Demonic Path isn't stupid; last time, one person couldn't defeat him.

If they make another move, it will most likely be a small team, or even Li Xiao himself.
If that's the case, he might not be able to handle it.
As for Fang Jianxing, he was secretly watching him.

Even if they are traveling by plane, they will not lose track of them.

He doesn't use alternate accounts, so his whereabouts can be traced.

Having a storage waist tag was very convenient. Meng Chuan bid farewell to his Wudang friends and descended the mountain lightly.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Meng Chuan turned around, cupped his hands, and said:

"Uncle-Master, please go back. You've really gone to a lot of trouble these past few months."

Zhao Shousui, who was seeing him off down the mountain, waved his hand and said:
"Don't worry about the trouble, we're all family here. I'll have Wang Ye build you a small courtyard on the mountain sometime, so you can stay there next time you come back."

He smiled and said:
"Okay, nephew, I only have one request: the mattress must be replaced with a soft one."

"Hahaha, no problem."

"I'm leaving, Master Uncle."

"Go on, you won't learn much from the monks, there's nothing of value there."

"."

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Shousui watched Meng Chuan walk further and further away.

He picked at his ear and chuckled to himself.
"That brat, pretending he didn't hear me!"

Only after Meng Chuan's figure disappeared from sight did he take out his phone and send a message into the receiver:
[Old Luo, your apprentice has safely descended the mountain.]

On the other end of the phone, Luo Guanyun expressed his gratitude:
Thank you. I'll treat you to drinks when I get back.

Back on the mountain, he saw his disciple Wang Ye, who had been studying Tai Chi, and was now researching thunder magic.

He noticed signs of this recently.

I've tried to persuade him to focus on what he's doing, but he just won't listen.

Zhao Shousui immediately let out a long sigh, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Seeing him sigh, Wang Ye asked, puzzled:

"Master, what is the reason?"

He hesitated, thinking of his old friend's disciple.

His brows slowly unfurled, and he finally spoke, reprimanding:

"Although you have been cultivating, your resolve is not firm. When you are moved, you make great vows; when things go smoothly, you indulge in unrestrained behavior; and when you face difficulties, you retreat suddenly."

With such an unstable state of mind, when will one truly achieve anything in martial arts?

There used to be an airport at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Later, the Taoist priests in the mountains got tired of it and moved the entire airport to the outskirts of Jiuyan City.

Meng Chuan studied the electronic navigation and decided to take the different route he had come by.

We will skip Danjiangkou and go directly to Jiuyan Suburban Airport to wait for our flight.

Fly directly to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, [Dengfeng Shaolin International Airport].

Outside Jiuyan City, crowds thronged.

Looking at the bustling scene before him, Meng Chuan felt as if he were in another world.

Staying up in the mountains for too long does take some getting used to.

Before entering the city, he turned around and bowed to the clouds on the horizon in farewell:
"Sect Leader Chen, this junior is leaving now. See you next time."

(End of this chapter)