With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 595 Zhulong's Spiritual Root Test Reveals He's Ranked Sixth Nationwide! (6k)

At the same time, if Meng Chuan were present, he would have noticed.

Yang Yuelian learned various things through a mental breakthrough and a deliberately created "sudden enlightenment".

It was exactly like the path he had taken.
Of course, the master can lead you through the door, but the practice is up to you.

Having learned the method is one thing, but whether one can truly grasp its essence is another.
Armored and spear in hand.

Yang Yuelian went to the huge martial arts arena on the top floor of the hotel to start practicing.

As the city lights went out, she would often meditate while adjusting her breathing, silently pondering:

"What exactly did he realize at the tomb of King Xiang?"

Be puzzled.

After the stone giant collapsed, she sat quietly in front of the grave for a long time, but to no avail.

Gunshots and shouts continued until late at night. Yang Yuelian put away her gun and stood there, suddenly remembering her promise to Meng Chuan.

Grandfather should still be practicing standing meditation at this moment, not sleeping.

Despite Yang Yuelian's tough words, the Yang family has not produced a new martial arts master for a long time.

Of the entire Yang family, only Grandmaster Yang Zhaoxing remained, struggling to keep things afloat.

However, Yang Zhaoxing was already old and could only rely on extensive practice of stance training and precious elixirs to maintain his peak physical condition in order to deal with the villains who were secretly plotting against him.

Which demonic force wouldn't want to take a bite out of Linzhou, this lucrative prize?
As the most talented martial artist among the younger generation of the Yang family, Yang Yuelian has a long way to go.
I took out my phone, and it rang for a few seconds.

The call connected, and a voice, aged yet dignified, came from the other end.

Thinking of the many hardships her grandfather endured to support the family, Yang Yuelian felt a pang in her heart, and her nose involuntarily stung with tears.

But she quickly recovered and said:

[Grandfather, I had a very successful "seeking the Way" in Yong'an today. I came to see you to discuss something.]

Meanwhile, the cold of deep winter permeates the night.

Above Yong'an Martial Arts University, located in the west of Yong'an City, a beam of fire shot into the sky, illuminating the darkness.

Only when it flew deep into the sky did the clouds, which had been violently torn apart, slowly close up, obscuring its graceful, dragon-like form.
The night was dark, and the Candle Dragon emerged from the city.

At the foot of the Qinling Mountains.

The moment the fire dragon landed, Yin Tianshou, wearing sunglasses, emerged from the dissipating flames and slowly walked to the side of the man who had been waiting for a long time.

Qin Yue, dressed in military uniform with a dense array of stars on her shoulders, stood waiting outside the headquarters of the Three Qin Garrison at Zulong.

Yin Tianshou approached, adjusted his sunglasses, and slowly said:
"Commander Qin, are we setting off now?"

Upon receiving Qin Yue's notification, he immediately obeyed the nation's orders and headed to Taihang.

Qin Yue nodded:
"The Heavenly King has already set up his forces at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. I have received a notice from the garrison to assemble at Niangziguan."

Yin Tianshou nodded and looked around.

"Just the two of us?"

"Huo Ting is still recovering from his injuries. His soul palace was almost shattered by the tree demon earlier, so he is unable to participate in the battle."

Yang Huan told me that he set off a day later because there were too many things pressing on Mount Li, and he was dealing with them overnight.

You know, his master recently achieved the Great Sagehood, and his disciple has been quite busy since then.

Yin Tianshou nodded slowly. He suddenly looked up at Yong'an City and said softly:
"Alright, Qin Yue, let's take one last look at Yong'an. Who knows, these two old folks might never come back."

He turned to face Qin Yue, took off his sunglasses, and his angry pupils blazed with fierce light.

Countless fiery dragons and serpent-like creatures emerged from the flames, baring their fangs and claws, heading towards Yong'an, towards that city.
At the same time, Qin Yue was also looking at the city.

Looking at the lights of thousands of homes, and the countless lights that were still burning, I felt an even greater sense of responsibility.

He gazed intently, his expression seemingly filled with reminiscence:
"Zhulong, don't be so pessimistic. We're not going to perish in a sea of ​​fire."

Besides, with so many outstanding successors growing up healthily, why bother with the affairs after death?

Even if we die, we will have sacrificed ourselves for the peace and prosperity of humanity, becoming heroes etched on a monument. There is no need for us to dwell on it.

Yin Tianshou put his sunglasses back on and turned to look at Qin Yue.

"If you come back alive, what would you want to do?"

"I'll go back here and stay here to protect your ancestors."

Qin Yue was joking. He didn't want to do anything; he just wanted to stay here and keep an eye on [Zu Long].

If the whispers of the mountains can be killed, then even the First Dragon can be killed!

Yin Tianshou's lips twitched, which Qin Yue perceived as a smile.

The sound of tearing silk ripped through the air, and the Candle Dragon rose into the sky again, heading towards the land of Jin.

And you, Zhulong?

Qin Yue rose up and followed behind him, asking a question.

The dragon's head tilted to one side, sparks flying from the corner of its mouth:

"I'm going to do something that I've been wanting to do for a long time."

"Tsk tsk, it's like saying nothing at all."

Qin Yue shook her head and accelerated by stepping on the clouds.

"That was something that defied the world's will."

Zhulong whispered to himself.

The morning in Yong'an was already shrouded in the chill of early winter.

Pedestrians hurry by, their warm breath mingling with the steam rising from the insulated buckets of breakfast stalls along the roadside, adding a touch of warmth to the winter day.

The sun was shrouded in cold, drifting clouds, and a chilly wind was blowing.

It was still cold, but Yong'an City was much warmer than last year.

The pedestrians only grumbled a few times and reminisced for a few seconds about the extra sun in the sky a few days ago.

No matter what, life goes on.

Across the street from Century Building stands the old-fashioned Yong'an Martial Arts Association.

On the second floor, there is a large open space with a blue color scheme.

The area was enclosed by high-strength transparent material, but it still couldn't block out the sound of heavy blows like cannonballs.

"Drip drip."

In a corner of the open space, inside an equipment room isolated by a thick protective layer, four equipment operators removed their noise-canceling headphones, but still felt their ears go weak, and their entire ears were slightly red and swollen from the vibrations.

"All right?"

"No problem, all done!"

The staff member smiled and gave a thumbs-up to the figure in the open space.

Meng Chuan removed the motion-sensing devices that were wrapped around his joints.

Pushing open the door, I entered the equipment room and asked:

"How's it going? All recorded?"

He visited the martial arts association no less than ten times before testing Guoyiquan.

Today's record includes several boxing styles, including the Long Eyebrow Fist.

He was a little worried because he had to get everything right on the first try.

After all, they were there to deliver results to Uncle Bai and, incidentally, to enhance their own resumes, ensuring the Golden Tiger Medal was secured without fail.

Meng Chuan had a premonition that the upcoming battle in the Taihang Mountains, regardless of victory or defeat, would bring about tremendous changes to the world.

Martial artists face both opportunities and challenges.

But for ordinary people and martial artists, there is probably no former, only the latter.
At the beginning of a chaotic era, only by holding the Golden Tiger in hand and having an army to protect his family could Meng Chuan feel more at ease while fighting abroad.

The staff member worked on the computer for a while, then turned to the side and showed the computer screen to Meng Chuan.

"Completed. Every movement trajectory has been captured without missing a single detail."

"Meng's movements are so clear, just like when I was in martial arts school, watching instructional videos during class—it's perfect!"

Being able to record in one take saved them a lot of time.

Meng Chuan laughed:

"thanks everyone."

"Since it's our duty, we've uploaded it. The national assessment team will review it in about a month."

As you know the rules, more than half of the votes are required for an optimization to pass.

"clear."

Meng Chuan was quite confident about this matter.

If I've already acquired and used all the traits, how could optimization possibly fail?

However, since it is ultimately affected by human factors, if the so-called national evaluation panel does not recognize its optimization, it still won't work.

He had nowhere to turn for justice.

Why don't we ask Garrison Commander Lu?

There's no need for that.

The other party has been busy lately, and Meng Chuan knows perfectly well which is more important, his own affairs or the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

A woman who appeared to be a secretary approached, carrying a folder, and leaned slightly forward, saying:
"Meng, you can leave now. We'll take care of cleaning up the venue. Vice President Bai is waiting for you in his office."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you."

Looking back at the mess he had made while boxing, Meng Chuan felt a little apologetic.

Vice President's Office.

Bai Junfeng leaned back in his chair, smoking, when he received a message that the test downstairs was over. He then stubbed out his cigarette.

At the same time, a gentle breeze drifted in from outside the window, dispelling the smell of smoke indoors.

He took out a gold-handled silver teapot to brew tea. The tea leaves, as distinct as pine needles, were steeped in boiling water, and the rich aroma of chestnuts filled the entire room.

It was served with top-quality green tea, the same level of hospitality as when Zhao Yingchun, the honorary chairman of the Wushu Association, came last time.

Upon hearing the knock, Bai Junfeng smiled and said loudly:

"Please come in."

Meng Chuan strode in and sat down opposite Uncle Bai without any hesitation.

Upon smelling the aroma of tea, his expression changed, and he picked up the hot tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good tea."

Bai Junfeng slowly picked up the pot and refilled it for him.

"First you captured and killed two giants of the demonic path, and then you optimized so many martial arts techniques. Did you come back to Yong'an this time specifically to give me, Uncle Bai, credit for your achievements?"
"Come on, Xiao Meng, have some tea!"

Meng Chuan smiled, pretending to glance at the door behind him, and said:

“I think the one across the street is bigger and gets more sunlight, which would be suitable for Uncle Bai.”

That was the office of the president of the Yong'an Martial Arts Association.

It wasn't just to repay Uncle Bai for the kindness he showed when he was young.

With Secretary Wang keeping an eye on things in the political arena, the military is supported by the Golden Tiger Medal, and the martial arts world is further aided by "Chairman Bai".

Everyone in Yong'an is one of our own, so we can help look after him and he won't have to worry about his family's well-being.

At the same time, Bai Junfeng also took a sip of tea.
The aroma of tea not only lingers on the lips and teeth, but also permeates the lungs and heart.

He felt extremely fortunate that Meng Chuan had not yet gained power.

It wasn't just because of Luo Guanyun; I was also extending a helping hand to this kid out of goodwill.

Good deeds are rewarded, and the rewards have come so quickly in less than two years.
The uncle and nephew sipped tea and chatted about everything under the sun.

Bai Junfeng also learned from the conversation that his journey had not been easy, and he felt deeply moved.

After finishing his tea, Bai Junfeng insisted on giving him the two remaining unopened cans of tea from the cabinet, and stood up, saying:

"Let's go try out the martial arts talent testing device newly developed by our Great Chu."

"It's what I told you last night, everything's been set up and working now."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"Our school also installed it, but we haven't had a chance to use it yet."

New equipment developed by the state and related to martial arts will be prioritized for schools and martial arts associations. Infinite Martial Arts Academy has already applied in the first batch and is still in the queue.

Recently, everyone in Lishan was enthusiastic about "testing one's spiritual roots".

Use the equipment to check your three flowers (a concept in Traditional Chinese Medicine) and see if there is a chance for them to converge and form a complete system.

However, the test results proved that the selection process for the Grandmaster Class was still very rigorous.
Only a small number of "talented" individuals are buried in ordinary classes due to laziness or other personal reasons.

For most people, becoming a martial arts master is the limit of their lifetime.

They all wanted to see Meng Chuan "test his spiritual roots," and he agreed.

I was thinking of taking the test before leaving for Jin, but since the Martial Arts Association can do it, I'll skip it.
This leaves room for the younger students to imagine.

Bai Junfeng led the way, walked to a room, and pushed open the door.

A technologically advanced interior scene comes into view.

Bai Junfeng turned around and smiled:
"How about it? Our martial arts association isn't bad either."

Meng Chuan nodded, feeling both puzzled and impressed.
A huge black box came into view.

Like a plane crash black box magnified hundreds of times, under sensory capture, there are invisible electromagnetic fields rippling out in concentric circles.

Bai Junfeng turned on the switch, and Meng Chuan released his body control, accepting these unknown radio waves instead of rejecting them.

It ascended along his body, like a hospital check-up, as if he were having a full-body scan.

Things inside the body that shouldn't be seen, such as places where "little pets" are kept.

Under Meng Chuan's physical control, these radio waves could not reach him.

Bai Junfeng noticed something, took a red bracelet from the side, and handed it to him.

"Wear it before testing, otherwise the data won't be recorded."

Meng Chuan did as instructed and glued it firmly to his wrist.

Millions of hair-like roots came into contact with his pores, tightening like a blood pressure bandage wrapped around his arm.

Gradually, the electrical waves within the body began to scatter and wander.

The collected data is then fed back to the wristband.

Bai Junfeng provided guidance from the side:
"It's very convenient. There's no need to practice martial arts like you would to test your Qi and blood. Just wear the bracelet and wait for about three minutes, and the data will be fed back to you regarding your innate foundation of Qi, blood, and spirit, as well as your physical attributes."

At the same time, it will take into account the visible internal structures such as skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs to give a comprehensive and accurate assessment.

After completion, you can choose to enter your information into the national [Martial Arts Talent Database], which will display your martial arts talent ranking by city, province, and even the entire country. Alternatively, you can choose to delete or destroy the information, respecting your privacy.

If you choose to enter your data, don't worry about whether your ranking will be very high. Many martial arts masters and even Heavenly Kings have tested it and left their data here.

Their bodies have consumed far too much good food, coupled with the Grandmaster-level physical transformation, giving them a natural advantage over you by leaps and bounds. Just treat it as a game; don't worry about it.

Meng Chuan nodded, looking curious.

This thing is really new.

"Uncle Bai, is comprehension still not detectable?"

If we were to say what his greatest strength is, without a doubt, it would be his comprehension.

Bai Junfeng shook his head.

"After all, it's just an inanimate object; it can't possibly access vital areas like the human brain. Even if it could, would you dare let this thing measure it?"

Meng Chuan nodded, "That's true."

If you test it on your own panel, wouldn't that be a disaster?
Wait quietly, and after a short while...

Before Meng Chuan could make a move, his wrist was suddenly released.

He took it off and handed it back to Bai Junfeng.

A display screen lit up in the middle of the huge black box, showing the detection and analysis process.

[Energy and Spirit Three-Flower Test Report:]
The foundation of essence: When the essence is full and the foundation of the Dao is naturally formed, the whole body is filled with light and evil energy. When it moves, the wind and clouds change color, shake the universe, and disrupt the order of time. A domineering aura is generated naturally when the innate essence is full.

The foundation of Qi: It is condensed and does not disperse, as blazing as the sun, with innate pressure that sweeps across the land, causing all laws to retreat, and soaring into the sky to shatter the heavens, with the strongest innate Qi full.

The foundation of the divine: The innate foundation is as solid as black iron taking root, with golden and red hues appearing and disappearing, condensed and stable, ensuring that the sea of ​​consciousness is as solid as a fortress.

Commentary: With dragon-like sinews and tiger-like bones, and bulging ribs, his left eye possesses an unusual, naturally double-pupiled appearance—could he be the reincarnation of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu!

[Cardiac bone examination report: Wrist bones as strong as steel, capable of lifting a tripod and splitting mountains. Shoulder bones as broad and heavy as a mountain, able to carry mountains and crush enemies without swaying. Hip bones as solid as cast metal, allowing for effortless twisting and breaking through encirclements. Spine as strong as a beam supporting the sky, able to withstand immense pressure.]

Though lacking the form of a dragon, tiger, or leopard, its form is as graceful as flowing clouds and water, a perfect physical body sculpted by Nuwa, possessing superior qualities and the pinnacle of excellent physical constitution.

When the test results came out, Bai Junfeng's eyelids twitched.

His essence, qi, and physical constitution have all surpassed the current database of the Yong'an Martial Arts Association, outperforming everyone in Yong'an, including several Grandmasters who have reached the Gang Transformation stage.

I was careless earlier and spoke too soon.
He even felt that Meng Chuan was outstanding among all the databases nationwide.

If it weren't for the fact that the foundation of the gods needs to be improved, even the Heavenly King might not be able to suppress this freakish kid.

In particular, the two aspects of essence and vital energy are perfectly complete and without leakage.

Even for ordinary people, obtaining one is extremely rare, perhaps only among millions.

It possesses both qualities, making it perfectly worthy of the name "Overlord," and the machine is indeed genuine and not just making empty boasts.
Meng Chuan was also looking at his own report.

The other items were also within expectations.

There was one thing that brought a hint of surprise to my heart.

My own three-flower energy is also innate and abundant, which was something I had not expected beforehand.

Qi is the driving force for movement in the human body, and also the driving force for blood and qi.

When Qi flows smoothly, blood flows smoothly; when Qi stagnates, blood congeals.

His training time far exceeded what most people could endure.

Beyond physical endurance, there is mental resilience.

This "breath" is also extremely crucial.

Bai Junfeng handed him the printed report and said:

"Xiao Meng, have you uploaded the data? The rankings will be out soon."

Yong'an is practically guaranteed first place, and it's estimated that it will be close to the top three in Shaanxi Province, with a very good chance of ranking among the top in the country.

This is in comparison to the martial arts master, Deng, who has consumed countless rare and precious herbs and possesses exceptional natural talent.

Even if he's not as good now, Bai Junfeng believes that when Meng Chuan is two hundred years old, he will definitely be the undisputed number one in the country.
Meng Chuan is not even twenty yet!
Youth is your greatest asset.

Meng Chuan nodded, indicating there was no need to hide anything.

Let's take a look at the talent gap between him and the "old monsters".

"Okay, I've uploaded it. Look at your personal information panel; there's a label on it."

He took out his phone and opened it.

A label titled "[Sixth in the Nation]" appears before my name.

"Fuck!"

Bai Junfeng turned his head and couldn't help but swear.

He underestimated the difficulty of achieving full innate values ​​in both of the Three Flowers.

Even among the Heavenly Kings, few possess both perfect qualities; Meng Chuanjia's score is even higher.

Just as Meng Chuan rapidly elevated his spiritual foundation from sand and gravel to black iron.

Further upgrading it to amber, or even to a base of fully-valued glass, is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The same principle applies to improving both essence and vital energy.

Meng Chuan clicked to view.

The city ranks first, and Shaanxi Province ranks first without a doubt.

He scrolled through the rankings and saw that his old acquaintance, Lu Ang, was right below him.
Repression!

Meanwhile, the five ahead of him were all renowned old kings of the Great Chu, who had immersed themselves in the sixth major limit for over a hundred years to replenish their physical foundation.

The one ranked first is none other than Cui Tianwang, the guardian of the eastern region of the Great Chu.

The second place winner was also a familiar face: Zhao Yingchun, the master strategist.

"Sixth place? Awesome!"

Bai Junfeng was at a loss for words. He looked around Meng Chuan's ranking and saw who those people were.

Their ages all need to be increased by a zero; they're all at the level of his ancestors.
Meng Chuan shook his head, but he wasn't arrogant:
"There are countless hidden talents among them, and many others have not yet tested it or have chosen not to upload it."

There are definitely more than three digits in the Great Chu who have a stronger innate talent than him.

Both Taoism and Buddhism have not yet widely adopted the latest martial arts talent testing equipment.

Like Chen Tuan, the headmaster of the sect, the major sect leaders, and the eminent monks of Shaolin and the divine nuns of Emei.
These powerful figures, including the Heavenly Kings, will undoubtedly surpass him in talent.

After the Three Flowers Gather at the Top, each change in the human body can be described as a complete transformation, incidentally making up for any deficiencies in the foundation.

Of course, among his peers, he should undoubtedly be number one.
Zheng Chengcheng, Chen Xuan, and others are all below the Venerable Ones, but their talents are comparable to those of Grandmasters after their physical transformations.

He was already far ahead.

The two strolled to the bounty hall. A few days ago, Meng Chuan killed Li Xiao's disciple, and the 400 million bounty was transferred to his bank card.

Looking at the bounty offered by the Yong'an Martial Arts Association, the top three are still the same as last time.

Li Xiao, the leader of Tianwaitian, and Fang Jianxing.

Meng Chuan pointed to the third-ranked candidate and laughed:
"Uncle Bai, I'll bring you his head and claim the reward in a while."

"Oh? That's good. This bastard's ability to wreak havoc on people is just as good as it used to be."

They committed numerous atrocities recently, capturing many ordinary people and low-level martial artists. It's unclear whether they were conducting human experiments or practicing a soul-devouring technique; please be extremely careful.

Fang Jianxing's actions were unpredictable, and it was unclear what gave Meng Chuan the confidence to capture him.

Meng Chuan nodded, keeping Uncle Bai's admonition firmly in mind.

His sixth sense told him that Fang Jianxing's actions were very likely related to dealing with him.
It's best to be cautious and avoid getting entangled with Fang Jianxing any further.

The best course of action is to directly use the Dragon Subduing Dharma Realm to absorb its soul and then destroy its physical body.

Meng Chuan walked out of the martial arts association and said goodbye to Bai Junfeng, who saw him to the door.

"Uncle Bai is waiting for you to return to Yong'an City in glory with Fang Jianxing's head!"

He clasped his hands in a fist and smiled:
"must."

For Sister Ru, for the hundreds of villagers in Tongjia Lane
Bai Junfeng watched Meng Chuanyuan leave, then withdrew his wistful gaze and turned to walk upstairs to the martial arts testing room.

As he approached, the staff quickly slid their chairs back and stood up.
"President!"

Bai Junfeng remained calm and nodded, saying:
"Open the test video and let me see it."

In the scene, figures leap and kick with lightning speed.

Meng Chuan wielded every style of martial arts he had practiced, as well as those he hadn't, with unparalleled skill and mastery.

No wonder this kid has so many fans on short video platforms.

Fame is only a small aspect and it doesn't last.

This top-notch martial arts is like an art form, captivating the mind and spirit.

The number one person in the national martial arts teaching short video competition is no exaggeration!

Bai Junfeng nodded repeatedly. Having spent his entire life dealing with martial arts, he could see that Meng Chuan had indeed greatly improved upon the boxing techniques he had mastered.

Steady!

He decided to add a ballast stone while also securing some benefits for Meng Chuan himself.

I left the testing room and returned to my office.

Bai Junfeng brewed himself a cup of Pu'er tea and called an old friend who worked at a qigong appraisal institution.

Hey, Lao Fang, I remember there's a research-oriented martial arts talent incentive program coming up recently?

[Yes, yes, it's the one that rewards special battle achievements, the time limit.]

Bai Junfeng spoke with great enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Lu Ang, the garrison commander in the north, was cultivating at the foot of the Taihang Mountains.

He frowned when he noticed something unusual on his phone, initially thinking it was some new information about the wedding ceremony.

Your martial arts talent ranking has dropped. Please check your inbox.

"Which old monster, Taoist or Buddhist, is using the country's talent testing machine now?"

(End of this chapter)