With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

"Finish eating first, don’t let the good food go to waste.

I arrived in Shangjing earlier than you, but today I finally have the time. Seeing that the competition is over, I came to see you."

Saying this, Bai Bao watched as Meng Chuan served him food, paused slightly, and nodded, saying:

"Well fought."

While serving his master, Meng Chuan rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, and smiled bashfully.

He indeed felt great, having thrown a thousand punches, it was utterly satisfying.

How could one not feel great after avenging?

He made Liao Huo into a bloody gourd, it was invigorating!

Of course, he also admired Liao Huo’s character; he was a true man.

With this settling, the grievances, for him, were over.

In these trying times for humanity, it is crucial to unite against external threats and have a broader perspective.

First, eat.

The two maintained the habit of the temple, not speaking during meals.

After a while, Meng Chuan wiped his mouth, and talked casually with Master Bai Bao, who had closed his eyes and was chanting, about the competition.

Bai Bao remained silent, waiting for him to stop speaking, before slowly advising:

"In competition, one must put in full effort, leaving no regrets for you or Liao Huo.

But in worldly travels, remember not to take risks; always hold back a bit in your actions, for there is no ’revival’ chance if you lose once."

Seeing that in the final match, Meng Chuan had the opportunity to exhaust Liao Huo’s last energy but still got carried away, putting away his weapon to fight empty-handed, he took this chance to teach him a lesson.

"Being trapped in anger does not bring long-term happiness; with current tensions in the world, with bandits rampant, one must be diligent and discerning while venturing out, leaving yourself room to retreat."

With these last words, Bai Bao’s tone became somewhat stern, and Meng Chuan listened with a solemn expression and sat up straight.

Bandits, referring to those behaving unrighteously in groups.

Bai Bao’s meaning clearly points towards the Demon Path!

Marauders, are violent invaders.

In the Ancient Martial Era, the enemy nations’ invaders; in the Qi Blood Martial Arts Era, cosmic invaders, Celestial Demon marauders too!

Master Bai Bao had never talked about safety and caution against the Demon Path and Celestial Demons before.

So today...

Meng Chuan snapped back to reality, earnestly nodded while bowing solemnly:

"Disciple understands and is taught."

Even though in the competition, he finally vented his "vengeance" emotions.

But that was also being carried away, thus Master Bai Bao’s teachings were correct.

Seeing his attitude, Bai Bao’s expression eased:

"Knowing that Liao Huo struck you too harshly before, this recent action is also a release, but now... are you satisfied?"

Bai Bao understood things clearly, and when he was younger, he did many such things when blinded by bloodlust.

In the Ancient Martial Era, the martial arts world was even more bloody and stormy!

To massacre an enemy’s entire family... he only did that once.

Who hasn’t had such experiences in their youth, it’s all quite normal.

The earlier remarks were due to current tense circumstances, a reminder without other implications.

Meanwhile, within Bai Bao’s just now words, Meng Chuan keenly detected the heavily stressed words, "bandits" and "marauders."

So his master’s "secret" trip to Shangjing this time...

Seeing his expression change, Bai Bao, with great wisdom, guessed that he wanted to ask his reason for coming to the capital directly, and said:

"In a few days you will know, no need to ask this old monk."

"Secret?"

"Amitabha—"

Bai Bao nodded.

Meng Chuan understood, and connecting it with the world summit soon to be held after the competition, had some guesses in his heart.

With a turn of his gaze, he decided not to speculate wildly.

After all, waiting a few more days is no problem.

Before leaving, Bai Bao remembered one more thing, and finally reminded:

"Senior Brother Ding Guang already knows how to use a mobile phone, and he uses it even better than I do, his number is 139...

Save the number, and contact Senior Brother Ding Guang later. This old monk must hurry back to the temple."

Meng Chuan expressed his delight, nodding:

"Master, take care, see you another day, I’ll call later!"

He praised in his heart:

"It must be Master Ding Guang, in line with Ran Deng Ancient Buddha in embracing modern trends!"

One should know, that Master Bai Bao who plays with mobile phones and shops online is already an "outlier" among high monks.

Many masters on Song Mountain don’t use smart devices, yet Master Ding Guang, as the "oldest" in Shaolin Temple, surprisingly has no resistance, truly beyond Meng Chuan’s expectations.

If in the future, able to maintain regular contact with Master Ding Guang.

In the realm of Buddhist martial principles and spiritual cultivation, there will then be no difficulties or obstacles!

...

After a hearty meal and encountering a joyful event, Meng Chuan watched Bai Bao fly away from Shangjing, leisurely making his way to Phoenix Nest.

For the next competition, he could basically sit and watch a tiger fight.

Let’s see whether Liao Huo or Chen Zhiming can advance with him to the ’Final Battle.’

Who is stronger?

After fighting with Liao Huo, he was uncertain.

Meng Chuan silently lamented in his heart:

"Liao Huo is really strong; Chen Zhiming needs at least seventy... eighty percent of my prowess to have a chance of victory."

Despite this, he himself cannot be complacent.

If Chen Zhiming defeats Liao Huo, both he and the opponent will have undefeated records within the group.

According to the rules, they must compete once more to determine the ranking for advancement.

"Perhaps, there is still a tough battle to fight..."

At this thought, the somewhat swelling exuberance in Meng Chuan was immediately suppressed.

Walking to the gates of Phoenix Nest, he resisted the urge to turn right and find his girlfriend, and instead marched back to the preparation room.

Training!

...

Preparation Room.

In the spacious cultivation area, Meng Chuan stood with closed eyes.

Inside the room, only the sound of his heartbeat could be heard, sometimes thundering like a drum, other times delicate and imperceptible like a thread.

His posture remained completely still, holding for over two hours.

Additionally, a smartphone was set up in front of him.

The screen displayed Master Ding Guang reclining on a bamboo chair, with a focused expression, deeply absorbed.

On the opposite side of the camera, Ding Guang was browsing through short videos...

Occasionally glancing at the small screen on the top right, he would point out any mistakes made by Meng Chuan.

At this moment, Meng Chuan’s skin appeared slightly reddish, exuding blood spots, densely interwoven across the surface, forming large patches.

The sight was somewhat terrifying.

Beneath each blood spot buried under the skin, there was a weave of mysterious light intertwined, as Meng Chuan circulated the [Foundation Building Technique] in his mind, impurities flowed out with the blood.

The appearance was frightful, yet Meng Chuan felt no pain at all; instead, he found the expulsion of impurities exhilarating, even causing his eyes to involuntarily squint slightly.

Under introspection, the stagnant blood carried away the internal accumulations, making the three main meridians that store Qi Blood even clearer and more dazzling.

This time breaking the limit with the Pile Skill, Meng Chuan was more cautious than when breaking the limit of Human Posture.

The accumulation and precipitation alone had been prepared for a long time, even asking Master Ding Guang to help oversee, ensuring nothing would go wrong.

In the flicker of his eyes, his perception lightly tugged at the stellar meridian, making a "swoosh" sound.

Seemingly as delicate as a ruby glazed with fragility, yet in truth, it was exceptionally resilient, evidencing the stellar meridian’s amazing tolerance for Qi Blood, capable of perfectly enduring the counter-force from the instant Qi Blood burst.

With another opening of his eyes, the scene transitioned from his body back to the room, with a contemplating glint in Meng Chuan’s gaze.

The preparations for the limit-breaking Pile Skill were now complete.

Meng Chuan clenched his fist, determined:

"Strike while the iron is hot and break the limit in one go!"

It’s just the limit-breaking traits, he’s experienced it hundreds of times already; why is he still so tense?

His main concern wasn’t the traits.

But rather the quality change in his body that might occur during the limit-breaking of Earth Posture...

...

The key to breaking the limit lies in creating stillness from motion.

Linked to the Inner Realm, nourishing the inner world.

He constantly remembers to free his punches and kicks from the constraints of primal energy to draw Qi Blood, yet isn’t cosmic energy appealing?

The core of it all is the mutation of meridians from "transformed specific primal energy into Qi Blood" evolving towards a "diverse transformation of energy into Qi Blood."

This is very difficult.

Continuous limit breaking and transformation through Pile Skill are far from enough, but the ability of the Inner World’s [Refine False into True] will undoubtedly play a significant role.

"Can I create the Inner World within beforehand..."

Within the Inner Realm of a Three-Limit Master, he had mastered this ahead of time during the Two-Limit period.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes to focus, doing the final breath regulation, recalling a few past events.

[Earth Evil Treasure Body] is an already established trait recorded in the Great Chu database.

The current owner is Wudang’s [Earth Demon Master·Pang Long], Master Pang achieved Grandmaster status by breaking four limits 21 years ago and named his natural trait.

"21 years ago, quite a coincidence, I happened to be born that year on Blue Star..."

This is unimportant, his birth has nothing to do with Master Pang, it’s just an idle thought during breath regulation to stimulate brain activity.

Gathering his thoughts, Meng Chuan gradually entered a mysterious state.

From afar, his figure resembled a flickering candle about to be extinguished amidst a storm, fluctuating unsteadily.

In the quiet chamber, waves arose despite the absence of wind...