With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 536 The Dragon King of Huaihai: Sons of Two Saints!

Flame Wisdom is also a rare quality, especially among those with comprehension-related traits.

Anything that can accelerate liver function is a treasure.

Meng Chuan couldn't stop smiling, because he still had four other attributes like metal, wood, water, and earth waiting to be unlocked.
At that time, it will possess all five resistances, making it impervious to any harsh terrain.

They roam freely amidst various extreme celestial phenomena and demonic lair!
At the same time, once you have all five Dharma Bodies, you can activate the set effect of the [Five Elements Dharma Wheel] and take off!
Thinking this through, he felt that his connection with the Five Elements Fist was not yet solid enough and needed to be deepened.
"Once we return to Yong'an, we must go to Caixia Mountain to pay our respects to the late King Xiang."

The causes of the previous dynasty have yielded the fruit of this present one.

People should know how to be grateful; they should burn a large, auspicious land for King Xiang.
After reviewing the effects of the new trait, I casually filled the Five Elements Wheel with [Fire Radiance Body].

【Five Aggregates Heaven and Earth Method: Three Limit Breaks (10%) → (20%)】

Having previously mastered the technique and broken through its limits, this method can only be filled with intermediate-level traits.

Having no intermediate-level Five Elements qualities at hand, he stagnated for a period of time.

Today, the major Five Elements Fist styles are gradually approaching perfection and breaking through limits.

The accumulation of proficiency will gradually accelerate, and the day when the fourth-tier core breaks through its limits is not far off.

As Meng Chuan digested the newly formed Five Elements Martial Principles, his mind sank, and a tremor resounded from the inner realm beneath the sky.

The strange phenomena dissipated, the sounds subsided, and the Five Elements Divine Mountain rose once more.

Upon closer inspection, compared to the changes just now, it has grown by more than ten inches.

Meng Chuan measured the area and pondered to himself:

"I'm about a hundred inches away from supporting the heavens with my Five Elements Divine Mountain. At that time, I will be able to break through the realm of my fighting technique, [Self-Awareness], without needing to fuse with it."

If we can achieve integration between the sacred mountains and continue to climb upwards, we should address both ends simultaneously.

The breakthrough could even be achieved earlier.

Meng Chuan estimated that if the remaining four Xiangwang Fist techniques were still effective, they could rise by about ten inches.

By integrating the powerful fighting style of the Shenshan school, which is based on the Bajiquan lineage, one can break through ahead of schedule.

But this is on the premise that the martial arts principles of his lineage are further improved.

The fusion of the divine mountains within the body is the same as the fusion of the techniques used in the outside world.

The Eight Extremes technique still needs improvement.

"Back in Yong'an, I'll find Uncle Liu and learn another true martial art, Bajiquan."

The Liu family has a long and distinguished tradition, and is one of the few ancient martial arts families in Shaanxi Province.

If one could learn the true techniques of [Li Wenshu, the Eight Extremes Spear God], that would be excellent.

The intention dissipated in the inner landscape and instantly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Chuan looked him over and was quite satisfied.

The "sea level" of the entire sea of ​​consciousness has risen by about one-twentieth compared to before, which is a significant improvement.

This is equivalent to a 5% increase in total mental energy.

If this amount were obtained entirely through the circulation of the "Demonic Seed in the Heart of the Dao" throughout the body, it would require three to four months of arduous cultivation.

This is the effect of the special quality; it is truly miraculous.

Function Two of the Five Elements Dharma Body:

When the Mana Flow Belt is activated and the True Skill Five Elements Fist breaks through its limit, it can increase the maximum mana value in the body, up to a maximum of (1/5).

It can be upgraded four more times, not bad.

The benefits gained from this breakthrough were far-reaching, and Meng Chuan was extremely satisfied.

This is the hidden benefit of having more special traits.

In the future, as he goes further down the path of "possessing all kinds of qualities", these traits will become increasingly apparent.

Downstairs, an old man and a young man, master and apprentice, were still playing chess.

The two were locked in fierce combat, their generals' safety hanging by a thread, and neither of them glanced curiously at Meng Chuan upstairs.

Even the slightest sound that came out when he broke through the limit went unnoticed.

"General!"

Before the chessboard, the young monk leaped his horse over the elephant, delivering a powerful checkmate.

The old monk appeared to be pondering the chess game, but beneath his drooping eyelids, his eyes were actually darting around.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he reached out and swept the chessboard, pocketing it.

“Disciple, your friend is coming down. It’s not safe to go out in the dark. You two should go back early.”

"Where is it not safe?"

Jue Ming was indignant, accusing his master of cheating!

The old monk chuckled, then closed his eyes solemnly.

He blew away the tea foam from the cup, took a sip, and resumed the "masterful" demeanor that Meng Chuan had previously witnessed:
"I won't blame him for teaching you the Qi Refining Method, okay?"

That's pretty much it.
Jue Ming remained silent, glancing at the figure in the stairwell.

Meng Chuan stepped down and approached the two men.

The fire-elemental spiritual energy emanating from the meditation room entangled on the body's surface.

The new life force brought about by breaking through the limits is still slowly filling the body.

The convergence of these two aspects makes him resemble a walking volcano.

A wave of heat surged forward, engulfing the entire hall in a scorching wind, instantly turning it unbearably suffocating.

The young monk stood up, staring blankly at Meng Chuan after he finished practicing martial arts, his aura still lingering.

I was incredibly surprised; how could such a change have occurred in just half a day?

Then he clasped his hands together and exclaimed:
"It seems Brother Meng has made further progress in fire-attribute martial arts; you are truly remarkable!"

"Some progress has been made."

Then, he cupped his hands and smiled at the old monk:
"The junior's gains are all thanks to the precious temple that the senior has guarded."

"You've used it all? You can keep the card for now and settle the bill when you come down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, he put the card back into his waist tag. That was fine; it would be more convenient.

However, the old monk's voice was harsh, just as unapproachable as before.

I had hoped to show off a bit of my talent and get a discount, but it seems that was wishful thinking.
His mind was focused, and his entire being seemed to be gathered together by an invisible hand.

They then retrieved everything without leaking a single detail.

Seeing this, the young monk became even more alarmed.

This attitude makes it seem like one should even address Meng Chuan as a "martial arts senior".
The gap is widening.

"We can't rush it."

The young monk secretly reassured himself. "Let's go, little master. There's some warm porridge on the platform, would you like to eat together?"

Meng Chuan was unaware of the relationship between the two. Seeing that it was getting late and he wanted to go back to perform his evening routine, he urged them on twice.

"This humble monk will go with you."

The young monk snapped out of his daze, bowed to his master, and then turned and left with him.

The young people had all left, and the hall was quiet.

The old monk's eyes widened, his gaze sharp as a torch.

For a fleeting moment as he glanced at their retreating figures, a slight upturn appeared at the corners of his withered lips.
On their way out, Meng Chuan and the young monk were not idle either.

They might discuss cause and effect, reincarnation, or the state of emptiness and form, their words always brimming with Zen wisdom.

The young monk's words were mostly meaningful, while his own were rather empty and pretentious.

But compared to the past, his progress in Buddhist teachings has been remarkable.

Seeing the little monk's surprised face, Meng Chuan remained unmoved.

"All forms and appearances are illusory."

In his view, most of the progress Buddhism has made today is merely superficial.

True growth comes when one can delve deeply into the art of martial arts.

However, in the blink of an eye, the flowers have bloomed and faded several times.

In a daze, the entire month's scenery changed.

Meanwhile, the city closest to Shaoshi Mountain is Fengdeng City.

Outside the city, in the garrison camp, a burly figure dressed in white and blue half-armor had just returned, lifted the tent flap, and entered.

He removed his helmet, revealing a shiny bald head with six faintly visible ordination scars.

Some people in the camp saw him enter and bowed, saying:

"Commander, what's the situation?"

The identity of the person wearing half-armor is immediately obvious.

Feng Dengcheng Garrison Commander, Four Limits Martial Arts Grandmaster, Shi Cheng.

He was originally a disciple of Shaolin Temple, but later returned to secular life and still uses his Dharma name.

He shook his head and didn't say anything to his deputy.

He drank the herbal tea, picked up his phone, and turned to leave the tent.

"We'll talk about it later. I'll call Cui Zhenshou first."

A few breaths later, the call was connected:
[Secretary Chen, this is Shi Cheng, the garrison commander of Fengdeng. Please transfer me to the garrison commander.]

[Understood, Commander Shi, please wait a moment.]

After a few seconds of silence, a clear and elegant female voice came from the other end of the phone.

The female voice cut to the chase, avoiding any unnecessary digressions:
[Shi Cheng, have you figured it out?]

Commander Shi looked solemn, holding his phone with both hands and listening intently.

The woman on the other end of the phone was the Eastern Garrison Commander of the Four Regions of Great Chu.

Veteran Six-Limit King, [Huaihai Dragon King Cui Yunyu]!
The demonic energy intensity guarding the newly formed "Crimson Wrath" demon nest is indeed not high.

However, the Fengdeng garrison can handle a level-two demon lair on its own.

On the other end of the phone, Cui Zhenshou's voice was clear and crisp, but carried an undeniable air of authority:
[Since the Demon Nest is of low level and involves a temple, I intend to issue it as a national mission to train the young talents in the national talent pool. Your Fengdeng garrison simply needs to maintain the blockade.]

Commander Shi nodded; his command to guard the area was a military order.

【clear. 】

Lately, Meng Chuan has been working himself to the bone on the mountain, oblivious to how much time has passed.

And at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, new guests arrived after his arrival.

Down the mountain, a group of people approached from afar, the sound of horses' hooves echoing intermittently.

The entrance to Shaolin Temple is the [Mountain Gate Hall].

The one walking at the front is tall.

Wrapped in a strangely colored robe, his skin was a deep yellow, almost black.

With a high nose and deep-set eyes, he did not resemble the appearance of people from the Central Plains of the Chu Kingdom.

He rode a tall, dark-colored, armored horse, which was quite extraordinary.

The rider beside him wore a thin suit of armor, his skin was several shades darker, almost black, and his horse was half a head shorter than him.

Judging from his appearance, he seems to be a waiter.

From afar, one can see a three-bay building with red walls and green tiles.

The waiter pulled on the reins and whispered a reminder:
"Your Highness, we have arrived at Shaolin Temple."

The tall, burly man in the robe was of a different status; he was, in fact, the heir to some country.

Those of high status nodded and dismounted first.

The attendants behind him also dismounted and led the horses for the last stretch of the journey.

Two monks stand guard at the mountain gate.

"Venerable Master Shi, what brings this Brahma prince to our temple?"

"I only received a letter from the Kingdom of Loulan, saying that the Third Prince wanted to visit me on the mountain, and I know nothing else."

"Well, the person hasn't arrived yet; you'll know when the time comes."

The two men spotted the horse caravan in the distance, straightened their sleeves, and waited for a moment.

Apart from the monks guarding the mountain gate, Venerable Shakyamuni, the abbot of the "Eastern Hall" of Shaolin Temple who was in charge of external affairs, was also waiting on the side.

What kind of prince has such a grand entrance that he can be personally greeted by the fifth-ranked master?
Within the Western Regions of the Great Chu Kingdom, numerous sects existed.

Each sect controlled the city and protected its people.

Prince Fanluo was a descendant of the Tantric Buddhist patriarchal clan and also the prince of Loulan, the largest city-state in the Western Regions.

The two saints, one male and one female, unite to produce even more talented descendants.

Fanluo was their youngest son. With his parents' genes, his martial arts talent was self-evident.

In addition, there are martial arts resources that are unimaginable to others.

He had just turned twenty-two when he broke through to become a martial arts master.

Becoming a master before the age of thirty is a piece of cake.

(End of this chapter)