With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 592 Demonic Thoughts Resurface, Destroying Everything: Phoenix Pierces Through Pear Blossoms! (6k)

While his body was recovering, Meng Chuan used his internal vision to check his current progress in hard skills.

Communication panel:
[Brahma's Prison Suppression: Proficient (69%)]

The top-tier hard skills he developed by integrating the Domo series of techniques remain his main focus in his external martial arts training.

With the guidance of Buddhist principles, the practice is no longer as painful as before and is now bearable. It is expected that I will achieve mastery in about two months.

Meng Chuan was very satisfied with his proficiency and training efficiency in a martial arts method that was second only to divine skills.

【Golden Venerable Treasure Technique: Proficient (3%)】

This Dharma is based on Theravada Buddhism, and its progress slowed down after being delayed at Shaolin for half a year.

A few days ago, Jialuo Guangchen had already formed a membrane and mastered the [Lapis Lazuli Purification Body] realm.

It's as if it coats the body with an indestructible membrane, making its defense even more abnormal.

Its body is like a crystal goblet fired in a fine furnace, clear and solid, without a single flaw or opening.

The following practice involves moving from the "form" of the body to the "formlessness," thus condensing into the great achievement of the "borrowed precious body."

Master Dong advised that this step of practice is best performed while visualizing the Buddha.

However, Meng Chuan knew that there was a serious contradiction between Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism, and that the Buddha was also "alive" in this Saha world.
Fearing that practicing Hinayana Buddhism and visualizing the Buddha would bring unforeseen calamities, he has not yet taken any action.

"I can practice on my own, it doesn't matter if I go slowly, stability is the most important thing."

Mainly, he will need to use the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and Duowen Qiji to take over Beiju Luzhou in the future.

Don't let your practice of Theravada Buddhism create a rift between you and the Buddha.
Ultimately, his fists weren't strong enough.

If one were a martial arts master, even if one sat atop Mount Sumeru practicing the Golden Image of the Buddha, the Buddha wouldn't be able to say anything.
[Baxia Supporting the Sky Skill: Great Success (9%)]

Not long after leaving the Crimson Demon's Nest, this technique also broke through to the Great Perfection stage.

However, the gains during the breakthrough process were not significant.

Although breaking through the limits allows one to acquire core traits, it is ultimately just ordinary external training, not true skill, and it doesn't offer much benefit to his superhuman physique.

However, Meng Chuan was not disappointed. He learned this method for its special qualities, not for the effects of the technique itself.

With this breakthrough, you're one step closer to unlocking the [Transcendence (Core)] realm, and the day when your body and soul can roam freely together is not far off.

The last technique was the Blood Exchange Body Tempering Method, which he created himself.

[Blood Transformation Body Tempering Method: Mastery (78%) - Awaiting Limit Break]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Blood Blossom (Intermediate)]

This method is also the main focus of Meng Chuan's current research.

Unlock the Blood Flower, gather the three essential physical attributes, and combine them with the Dragon Meditation Secret Method. Once you have mastered them, you will have complete control over your body and the [Final Liberation] state.

The current state of liberation is at its maximum, at 500%, meaning he can now fully liberate himself.

Whether one can break through the limits again after mastering the basics remains to be seen.

Take control of everything without losing your rationality, and then break through the limits of liberation.

Whether or not we can return the three hundred punches to Longxiang depends on whether these ideas can come true.

His gaze left the panel and then settled on his middle dantian.

Meng Chuan looked at the Dragon Demon.

Its plump body was surrounded by a pale yellow sheen, its dark, grooved belly rose and fell slightly, and a thin golden mist appeared at the corner of its mouth.

The dragon demon was clearly fast asleep.
At the end of January, he bought a large amount of metal demon spirits to improve the toughness of his bones and muscles and break the shackles on his lungs.

Due to the feedback from the essence of the tendons and bones, there is still a considerable gap before a qualitative change, and Meng Chuan's expenses are quite high.

I spent nearly 20,000 points on a single battle!
They purchased four third-tier titled Great Demon True Spirits, as well as several first and second-tier True Spirits, to be used by the Dragon Demon for quantitative change through devouring.

In fact, according to Meng Chuan's observation, it seems that the Dragon Demon devours the core faster and digests it more quickly, and the efficiency of the Dao Heart's expulsion and feedback is also higher.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Demons, whose element is predominantly metal, are mostly classified as solids.

The Void class is rare, so the core was not purchased.

In other words, he was "rich and powerful" and had plenty of military achievements in his pocket.

For an ordinary person, they would be too busy buying martial arts pills suitable for their own cultivation.

Having received a pre-match boost from the company, Meng Chuan now has ample resources for cultivation.

In addition, there are a large amount of Heavenly Demon materials lying in the waist token.

Before heading to Jin, I'll exchange all my earnings for academic credits and use the school's alchemy department to purchase some cultivation pills; that should be more than enough.

The true spirits that had been purchased arrived a few days ago, and Meng Chuan couldn't wait to feed the dragon demon until its belly was round and full before he stopped.

Due to the significant gap, the full conversion will take some time.

Meng Chuan was not in a hurry; he fed and nurtured the child regularly until the child broke free from the constraints.

The lungs are closely related to the regulation of Qi. Breaking the shackles and abnormalities should greatly benefit this organ. In addition, the effect of improving bone toughness will have the greatest benefit on it.

Therefore, he chose the essence of metal, prioritizing breaking free from constraints over the elements of earth and wood.

Meanwhile, under his lavish care, the dragon demon seemed to be developing a new divine power.
Half an hour later, Meng Chuan felt completely refreshed.

The exaggeratedly muscular muscles gradually become refined and solidified under the influence of the Flower of Flesh.

The skill of carrying mountains finally surpassed the last bit of proficiency and reached the pinnacle.

[Weituo Carrying the Mountain Skill: Proficient (100%) → Master (1%)]

At the moment of breakthrough, Meng Chuan's body surged with domineering momentum, which unexpectedly erupted from his restrained state, spreading out like clouds and mist.

Muscles and bones suddenly surged, each expansion like a hydraulic press crushing them, the density accumulating and becoming even more astonishing.

In a split second, he swiftly took control of the convergence.

However, the curtains had already been blown by the strong wind into the shape of a flag waving in the wind, forming a 90-degree angle with the glass, and remained there for a long time.

Outside the window, the birds seemed to sense something and began to flutter and fly in circles.

In the distance, the waves of the artificial lake slowly pushed towards the furthest point from Meng Chuan, creating ripples.

Downstairs, Xue Na suddenly felt a pang of fear.

Looking upstairs, one can tell that Meng Chuan's cultivation has made further progress; excellent!

Meng Chuan restrained his aura and sensed the changes after his cultivation technique had progressed.

The method of "Weituo Carrying the Mountain" focuses on strengthening the body and increasing power rather than defense.

Li Weigang once told him when he was teaching him that the greatest achievement is the attainment of the power to "lift a hundred tripods"!
Meng Chuan's eyes flashed, and the next second he appeared hovering in mid-air above the artificial lake.

Stretch your body and clench your fists.

The oppressive and domineering aura originating from the source of life once again unconsciously dissipated, causing strange waves to rise on the lake surface. The originally clean lake surface was instantly covered by the churning and surging mud and sand from the lake bottom.

With a punch thrown from a distance, the force burst forth like a golden pillar, and the mere wind from the punch stirred up towering waves on the lake, directly overturning the mud and sand, blocking out the sun.

No matter how many feelings one has, one cannot express them.

He's like a human missile now; wherever he hits, disaster follows.
Fortunately, the Flower of Flesh remained. Meng Chuan clenched his fist and then opened his palm, repeating this several times to feel and become familiar with the sudden surge of power.

A surge of newfound power welled up within him; the mighty force triumphed over wisdom, and once again he reclaimed the high ground.
With his heart pounding, Meng Chuan pondered:

"Breaking through to the peak of my cultivation technique has given me at least a 15% power boost, which is quite a lot."

His physical body is now too powerful. Even with only 15% enhancement, it still exceeds the full strength of an ordinary second-level martial arts master, which is quite exaggerated.

Its body stands upright on the lake, lifted even higher by the waterwheel.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, covering the entire Huayun Prefecture and even the entire Yong'an City!

As far as the eye could see, he felt he could destroy everything in sight.
"The feeling of losing control is back; just as I expected."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, looking around. There was a strange, dark purple aura swirling around him, as if it were pulling him toward the depths of nothingness, plunging him into an abyss.

This is a sign that demonic thoughts are gathering.

If it goes any deeper, it may lead to the growth of inner demons!

Meng Chuan remained calm, sat cross-legged in the water, and parted the waves on both sides.

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Seeing that the root and form are inherently empty, one does not cling to appearances.

Meng Chuan chanted scriptures to suppress his own demonic thoughts and "exorcise" the extraterrestrial demons who were plotting against him.

With the blessing of the Heart Sutra mantra, the power of the mind is like a feather duster cleaning away dust.

By practicing the cultivation method, one can sweep away all the dust and negative energy.

Meng Chuan got up, stretched his muscles and bones, and his ribs were knotted and twisted.

The primal physical power and aura, a mixture of blood and qi, spread across the entire lake surface.

The power was still surging, but he no longer harbored any thoughts of destruction.

The restless mind has returned to its proper place.

The horse was reined in.

[The Medicine Buddha's Six Senses Method for Recognizing Form: Level 1 (45%) → (46%)]

He had previously experienced this process of "power expansion," during which he was unable to see the negative emotions swirling around him and could only suppress them through meditation.

The first level of incantation, the state of "initial discernment of root color".

Not only does it allow him to see the demonic thoughts pulling at him, but it also has some effect on driving away the demonic thoughts.

This was the main purpose of studying Buddhist scriptures and teachings, and Meng Chuan was very satisfied.

As for the ability to suppress inner demons, according to Master Bai Bao, breaking through to the third level is quite effective.

It was the inhibitor that he would occasionally activate later, ultimately leading to his liberation.

However, if one wants to completely control the liberating power, one must follow the previous path of physical control and not harbor any illusions.

Too many attempts to suppress it will inevitably trigger a greater backlash.

Just one encounter with one's inner demons is enough to trigger one's annual resurrection opportunity.

This demonstrates the ferocity of such a tyrant, and Meng Chuan felt as if he were walking on thin ice.
Breakthrough complete, time to go home for dinner.

He flipped his palm down, slammed down the surging lake water, and slipped away.

"Auntie's porridge is really delicious, sweet but not greasy."

Meng Chuan helped his aunt put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

Xue Na chased Meng Chuan away and cleaned up by herself in front of the sink, laughing:

"The key is to use large pumpkins for cooking. The kind of kabocha squash that people love to eat nowadays disintegrates when cooked and can't withstand slow simmering over low heat, so the aroma doesn't come out."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, and as he went upstairs to his room, his eyes seemed to have a sudden realization.

As I climbed the steps, I pondered:
"The baby pumpkin is sweet by nature, but it is easy to break down and lose its shape, just like a martial artist who seeks quick success but damages his foundation."

The true flavor of a large pumpkin only comes from slow simmering, much like the art of martial arts, where time refines its density and patience polishes it to perfection.

Martial arts training is like cooking porridge; high heat will cause it to boil easily, but only low heat can simmer the power into a gelatinous substance.

The principles are evident everywhere, and the pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment in the little things of life is also a valuable asset he acquired after his experiences at Wudang and Shaolin.

Back in his room, Meng Chuan changed his clothes and prepared to go out to buy fruits and offerings to take up the mountain.

Looking at the Tiger Soul Spear leaning against the wall, he suddenly remembered something.

"Ask Wu Hong if that kid wants to redeem the gun."

In the previous battle of true disciples, Wu Hong gambled with him and truly lost both his wife and his army.

Meng Chuan could tell at the time that Wu Hong and Hu Po had a deep relationship, and that he had essentially stolen someone else's love.

Thinking about it this way, if the item were returned to its rightful owner and sold to Wu Hong, wouldn't he be able to earn more?
As his strength increased, Tiger Soul became lighter and lighter to use.

His grip on the spear shaft was like that of a stalk of wheat, light and awkward. The second-grade True Martial Spear was no longer suitable for him; he desperately needed something heavier.
When I called, I heard heavy breathing coming from the other end of the line.

In the quiet room, Wu Hong had just finished practicing the [Golden Tiger Suppressing the Mountain Body] and was resting.

This method is a first-rate hard skill, applicable to the Tiger Form.

After reaching its peak, it can further refine its entire skeletal structure, becoming even more like the "Ancient Golden Tiger" form.

It not only enhances physical strength, but also helps in breaking through the three stages and condensing the Dharma form in the future, and has a slight effect on improving one's physical constitution. It is a top-level hard skill that Shang Ruyi specially found for his beloved disciple.

[Hello, Meng Chuan? What's up?]

Wu Hong was surprised. Why would Meng Chuan call him on his own initiative? What a rare guest!
The two weren't particularly close; they had a fight once, but that didn't lead to them getting to know each other.
Meng Chuan didn't waste any words and went straight to the point:

[It's me. Do you want some tiger amber? I'll sell it to you cheap, and return it to its rightful owner.]

On the other end of the phone, a pang of reluctance flashed through Wu Hong's heart, followed by a resolute determination:
No, I've got the guts to fight!

To encourage Wu Hong to break through to become a master of martial arts, Shang Ruyi specially selected a third-grade True Martial Art with the Tiger Demon True Spirit as its core, the Tiger Fang as its blade, and the Nightmare Tree trunk as its shaft and gave it to him.

To commemorate the departed Tiger Soul, Wu Hong named it "Tiger Gallbladder".

Now that there are better options, there's no need for tiger amber.
【All right. 】

Meng Chuan had no choice but to give up; it's normal for people to forget their old loves when they find new ones.

On the other end of the phone, Wu Hong hurriedly said:
[Don't rush to die. What's your current cultivation level?]

His question stemmed from a desire to outdo others.

[It hasn't broken 3 yet.]

Wu Hong pressed further:
How many stars have been lit up?

He knew he couldn't win in a fight.
However, Wu Hong was confident in his cultivation speed, having already condensed 180 star acupoints.

The path of "two restrictions" has been halfway completed in less than a year.

This speed is already on par with his master Shang Ruyi, and he is even about to surpass She Yu!

He is a genius of the Tiger Form Fist. When he uses the Tiger Form Fist, the speed at which he gathers Qi and blood is unparalleled!

Thinking of this, Wu Hong felt a little smug.

Martial arts are not about fighting and killing, but about going faster and further!

Meng Chuan was somewhat impatient, and since he wasn't selling tiger amber, he didn't bother to say anything more.
About three hundred.

What?! How could you...?

"Beep beep beep".
Meng Chuan hung up the phone immediately. His time was precious, and he didn't have time to listen to Wu Hong's sighs. He prepared to go downstairs and leave.

On the other end of the phone was the headquarters in Fengtian.

Hearing the dial tone of the phone being disconnected, Wu Hong remained stunned, still holding his phone in a daze.

Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and the twitching corners of his mouth proved that he was not at peace.

"Is it about to break 3? So fast!"

He thought his cultivation of qi and blood could surpass Meng Chuan's, but who could have imagined?
He's playing the clown again.
Since the competition for the school's anniversary true lineage, Meng Chuan's martial arts cultivation has gone from lagging behind to catching up, and now being overtaken.

Will I be left far behind next?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Wu Hong couldn't sit still any longer.

practice!
When my meridians are exhausted, I practice secret techniques and dare not rest anymore.
The quiet room was not soundproof, and Shang Ruyi, who was practicing standing meditation in the next room, could hear the conversation between the two clearly.

Upon learning that his apprentice was lagging behind, he was not angry at all; instead, a smile appeared on his face.
"With that kid leading the way and inspiring him, Hong'er's fighting spirit will surely be further ignited. This year's national talent pool is very promising, and perhaps he can achieve a good result in the Morning Light Martial Arts Competition."

Five people are selected annually from the national talent pool.

There are countless talented people in the world. Even the most brilliant people have to work incredibly hard to obtain national talent qualifications. There is no such thing as easy selection.

In Shang Ruyi's opinion, why does he think Wu Hong is a martial arts genius who is more suited to the Tiger Form than himself?
Not only are their physical attributes and traits compatible, but Wu Hong's personality is also similar to that of a tiger.

Before becoming the "Tiger King", he always worked hard and struggled.

But once they establish themselves as mountain kings and achieve some success in their cultivation, they will unknowingly begin to become lazy.
With countless facts before him, Shang Ruyi had no choice but to believe that Meng Chuan was destined to be a leading figure of his generation, surpassing all his contemporaries.

Others might be discouraged and give up, but Wu Hong is different.

With such a person existing, the invisible whip lashes out, spurring us on to go further than before.
Yong'an, Huayun Prefecture.

When Meng Chuan was on the phone, he sensed that an "uninvited guest" had arrived at his home.
First floor.

Xue Na heard someone knocking on the door and looked through the peephole.

The girl is tall and beautiful.

A gentle and approachable aura emanated from the crack in the door, making Xue Na feel as if she were bathed in a spring breeze. Her vigilance dropped significantly, and she unconsciously opened the door.

The young woman stood outside the door, showing proper manners, and did not go directly into the house.
"Hello, Auntie, I'm looking for Meng Chuan."

"Find Meng."

Xue Na was halfway through her sentence, about to ask what she wanted to see Meng Chuan, when suddenly her eyes lit up.

The girl outside the door had bright eyes and white teeth, and was tall, more than a head taller than him.

"Another young lady has arrived, and this one looks even better than the previous two."

Upon realizing this, Xue Na smiled and quickly greeted them:
"Looking for Chuan'er, is that right? Please have a seat, young lady. He's practicing his martial arts upstairs. I'll go and call him for you."

"Thank you, aunt!"

Her gaze lingered on the stairwell, a subtle yet intimidating aura emanating from her.

Deep down, he became even more convinced of Meng Chuan's rumored strength.

Xue Na led her to sit in the living room, brought her some fruit, and then went downstairs to call Meng Chuan:

"Chuan'er, a girl has come to our house looking for you. Her name is..."

Xue Na turned her head and saw the girl smiling sweetly:
"Yang Yuelian".

"Her name is Yang Yuelian!"

Xue Na thought to herself, "This name is really nice."

She's beautiful, like a fairy, and most importantly, she's tall, almost 1.9 meters.

Wow, that's quite a good match for Meng Chuan, who's probably over two meters tall.

No wonder there was no follow-up from Chuan'er regarding the two girls who came to the house earlier.

One was of average build, the other was too short.
"This one is more suitable..."

Tap tap tap.
The sound of footsteps came from the steps.

When Xue Na turned around and called him again, Meng Chuan happened to come downstairs and made eye contact with the strange woman on the sofa.

At a glance, [Spiritual Smell] also activated the Qi Detection skill.

The second limit is that the Qi and blood faintly dissipate from the sky, showing a slight reddish tinge under the skin.

They should be like me, not far from breaking the three-point barrier.

With phoenix eyes, like those of a bird, his gaze is direct yet not aggressive, suggesting he is a martial artist specializing in either the phoenix or crane form.

His hands were free, casually resting on his thick black yoga pants, yet he maintained a relaxed grip posture at all times, suggesting he was skilled in long-handled weapons. Furthermore, his gaze was fixed like a line, indicating he was a spearman.

The energy feedback was a completely harmless white, but there were a few faint red streaks that symbolized danger.

Within the two limits, absolutely no one could make him sense the danger.

This is not arrogance, but a fact.

But why did he vaguely sense a hint of danger?
Meng Chuan pondered:

"Children of prominent families or from prestigious schools often possess protective treasures, such as memory stones, bestowed upon them by elders or teachers."

With just one glance, he guessed most of what the other person was thinking.

At the same time, Xue Na seemed to have figured something out.

Her expression gradually became somewhat puzzled; these two people didn't seem to know each other.
On the sofa, as Meng Chuan came downstairs, Yang Yuelian stood up and bowed in a martial salute:
"Hello, Yang family of Linzhou, disciple of Emei Martial Arts University, [Phoenix Through Pear Blossoms - Yang Yuelian]."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"I have long admired my name."

The guess is basically correct; the Yang family of Linzhou is indeed a famous family of spear masters in the Shaanxi region.

The patriarch, Yang Zhaoxing, is widely recognized as the second greatest spearman in the Shaanxi region.

The other party also has another identity: a national talent.

He had overheard Zheng Chengcheng mentioning that this girl was incredibly combative and loved to compete with others, regardless of winning or losing.

Meng Chuan guessed exactly why the other party wanted to see him.

He walked to the door and said:

"Let's talk outside, or another day. I'm busy right now."

Yang Yuelian rushed over from Linzhou, determined not to give up until she achieved her goal.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was about to leave, she quickly got up and followed him:

Where are you going? I'll go with you.

"Speak," he said, and followed Meng Chuan away.

Xue Na looked at the two figures walking one after the other, a little confused, but smiled with exceptional kindness.

I don't know them, but it seems like there's potential?

Meng Chuan is getting on in years; in the martial arts era, most ordinary people get married and have children at a relatively young age.

The people next door have already had their second child, but he hasn't even started yet.
The funeral supplies street is not far from the Wanshou Baxian Palace, which is now the Dingxian Temple.

Meng Chuan bought paper money, ingots, and some melons and fruits.

They were all stored in the waist token. He turned and walked towards the direction of Xiangwang Tomb.

I originally intended to find Wu Yang Daojun at Dingxian Temple to retrieve the core item of the Han Zhongli faith.

Unfortunately, having a tail following behind is inconvenient.
When I left Yong'an earlier, I didn't have a storage treasure, so it was inconvenient to carry it with me. Therefore, I left this item with them.

Meng Chuan hadn't intended to retrieve them, but through the [Primordial Pearl Umbrella], he discovered that these things had other uses.
Then he had no choice but to take on the heavy responsibility of being the custodian of the objects of the gods and Buddhas!

Daoist Wuyang is usually busy, as he has to practice his skills and manage the martial arts school. Next time, you can make an appointment in advance and go there before leaving Yong'an.

Coming to his senses, he looked at the tagalong behind him:
"I already said, if I'm really going to visit the graves, I won't have time to compete with you, why are you still coming along?"

Yang Yuelian followed behind him, her beautiful face full of surprise.

He thought Meng Chuan was just making excuses, but he didn't expect him to be serious.
"Wait until you've finished visiting the grave, there's no rush."

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Yang Yuelian's reputation is indeed well-deserved.

It's definitely more addictive!
Yang Yuelian took two quick steps, stopped in front of Meng Chuan, put her hands on her hips, and provoked him again:
"Who says women are inferior to men? I challenge you to a duel to prove who is the third greatest spearman in Shaanxi!"

"Okay, then you are. Here you go."

That's not a very nice way to address someone.
Yang Yuelian shouted loudly:
"I don't want that. It only counts if I beat you up."

Meng Chuan was too lazy to argue and told the truth:

"You can't possibly be my match, forget it."

He was already a master of both artistic conception and martial arts, while his opponent hadn't even grasped the basic form of the Dharma Body.

An opponent like Meng Chuanhe has no desire to fight whatsoever.

Only someone who is at least a master of the three limits can muster some enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)