Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal - Section 10

Many people looked thoughtful. Even the most basic Child's Fist could wield such power when practiced to a high level—then what about the advanced boxing arts they themselves had learned?

In an instant, the area around the wooden training dummies was packed with people.

"I was here first! I get to hit it first!"

"Who's pushing? Don't shove me!"

Liu Ru had not expected Meng Chuan to have such a leading influence. As the academy master's registered disciple and an instructor, she was subject to corresponding assessment standards as well.

If the trainees failed to meet the required strength standards, they would even be fined as tuition. Meng Chuan had done her a huge favor.

"Still have some strength left? Let me be your sparring partner and give it a try."

Liu Ru invited Meng Chuan. She was far stronger than he was, and feeding him moves would quickly improve his practical combat ability. It also counted as repaying him.

"Thank you, Instructor Liu. Let's go."

Meng Chuan had already grown fond of sparring and readily accepted Liu Ru's invitation.

"Your leg isn't straight, and your force isn't properly delivered."

"Your straight punch lacks drive. Your waist isn't following through with the force—ah! You brat, where are you aiming?"

Liu Ru only defended and did not attack. Whenever Meng Chuan threw a few moves, Liu Ru would lightly exert force to push him back, then give him corresponding guidance.

Meng Chuan's final punch was somewhat unscrupulous. Liu Ru struck a little harder, and Meng Chuan was sent flying, crashing into the soft rubber-padded wall.

"This move is called Moon Mountain Eight Extremes—Strike a Man Like Hanging a Painting!"

Before leaving that afternoon, Meng Chuan asked Liu Ru to reserve a time with Master Luo for the next day. Liu Ru arranged for him to come at two in the afternoon.

"Sister Ru, your boxing is really good. Are you a Martial University student?"

Meng Chuan did not know Liu Ru's age and assumed she was a Martial University student working part-time at the academy.

Everyone in the city knew from the news that a Demon Nest had appeared near Yong'an. The Infinite Martial Arts Academy trainees all chose to head home early before nightfall.

Liu Ru became free as well. After seeing off the other trainees, she walked and chatted with Meng Chuan. She was also heading to the station to take the tram.

"I graduated from Yong'an Martial Arts University a few months ago. I'm not a student anymore."

"That's still amazing. I want to be like you too and attend Martial University in the future."

"You have the same innate physique as me, and your foundation is even more solid. Tomorrow, learn a new boxing art from the academy master and raise your vitality and blood. You'll definitely have no problem getting into Yong'an Martial Arts University someday."

As she said this, Liu Ru suddenly wondered: Meng Chuan was younger than her and had greater potential. He had also started stance training half a day earlier than she had, which showed better comprehension, and he was so hardworking.

If she were Master Luo and truly wanted to take a personal disciple, would she choose Meng Chuan or herself?

"The tram is here. I'm leaving first."

Liu Ru did not dare think any further. As soon as the tram arrived, she hurried away.

Late at night, Building A, Unit 003, Hua Yun Estates.

This was a house gifted to Luo Guanyun by the Hua Yun Estates developer. Including the small courtyard, it covered more than three hundred square meters. At Hua Yun Estates' current secondhand market prices, it was worth nearly ten million.

This was standard practice in luxury residential developments. Security guards alone were useless; wealthy people would not buy into it. Powerful martial artists had to move in, so that the other wealthy businessmen buying homes would feel reassured.

And that was indeed the case. After Qianyuan Thunderclap - Luo Guanyun moved in, property prices in Hua Yun Estates immediately rose by thirty percent.

At that moment, inside Building A, Unit 003, an elegant woman with short hair cut to her ears was packing a suitcase.

"Our daughter's new home has been renovated. I'm going to live there. You can stay here by yourself."

This elegant woman was Luo Guanyun's wife, Ren Ping.

"Mm. Go ahead."

Luo Guanyun said nothing more and made no attempt to stop her. He merely sprawled on the sofa, smoking. With his head tilted back, he watched the smoke rings drifting from his mouth, his thoughts unknown.

Soft rustling came from the bedroom while the living room remained deathly silent. After a while, Ren Ping emerged, dragging two large suitcases.

Hearing the movement, Luo Guanyun stubbed out his cigarette and stood up to help.

"Go move the car. I'll carry them for you."

"No need. Luo Meng drove here. She's waiting outside. Do you want to go out and see her?"

Luo Guanyun frowned deeply and pondered for a moment.

"Forget it. Be careful over there."

Ren Ping stood at the entrance with her suitcase, looking at her silent husband. The emotions she had been suppressing suddenly erupted.

"Why are you so stubborn? That's your daughter. Can you avoid seeing her for the rest of your life?"

"It's been five years. You drove your daughter out of the house and never asked after her. Is that how a father is supposed to act?"

Faced with Ren Ping's accusations, Luo Guanyun had no answer.

"Time has already proven everything, Luo Guanyun. You lost completely, yet you still refuse to admit it?"

"Our daughter has exceptional talent in the Form Imitation Lineage, but you insisted on forcing her to learn that lousy Thunder Arts of yours. If you ask me, you were the one who was wrong from the beginning!"

"What do you mean, lousy Thunder Arts? What the hell do you know, you bitch?!"

Ren Ping's words struck Luo Guanyun's sore spot. Luo Guanyun completely exploded, unable to control his emotions.

Outside the villa was a sleek rose-red sports car. Leaning against its side was a graceful beauty in simple attire. Her flowing pale cyan hair paired with the fiery red supercar, yet the combination was strangely not the least bit incongruous.

Luo Meng had originally been waiting for her mother inside the car. She did not want to run into Luo Guanyun, but suddenly, a martial artist's senses warned her that the surrounding magnetic field had changed.

She had no choice but to step out of the car. Then she saw dark clouds massing above the villa's roof, with faint rumbles echoing from within them.

Luo Meng knew that Luo Guanyun's martial intent had altered the weather in a small area.

"Clouds gather and thunder stirs. What is that old bastard going crazy over now?"

Luo Meng walked toward the villa and beckoned with her right hand. A phantom Qing Luan suddenly appeared behind her. Undying Azure Flame that would never extinguish flickered amid the Qing Luan's feathers. It soared around Luo Meng and into the sky, then, with a clear cry, dispersed the dark clouds over the villa.

Image Form School, a master of Luan Bird Form—Jade Sash Qing Luan - Luo Meng.

Inside, Luo Guanyun sensed that someone had dispersed his martial intent. Hearing that Luan cry, he knew his daughter had arrived.

He shoved Ren Ping aside and strode straight outside.

"Learning some lousy bird art? Let's see how much skill you've gained at North Union University."

The resentment in Luo Guanyun's heart was hard to vent. He had spent five years cooped up at the Infinite Martial Arts Academy, but his purpose had never been to make money. It had been to find a suitable successor. Yet even now, he had failed to find anyone worthy of his notice.

The Thunder Law True Skill demanded extremely high aptitude. Once the Thunder Seed entered the body, if one's innate physique and comprehension were too poor to keep up with the pace of cultivation, practicing Thunder Arts was no different from suicide.

Those capable of cultivating Thunder Arts could be said to be one in a hundred thousand. But true geniuses were sought after everywhere. Countless excellent masters were willing to accept them as disciples. Who, after eating their fill, would willingly face a hot-tempered Third Limit old man and cultivate such unstable Thunder Arts?

Moreover, although Thunder Arts were astonishingly powerful, who could guarantee that they would remain fearless and keep advancing for a lifetime?

If they were ever stopped by a bottleneck, the Thunder Seed would receive no nourishment within the body and would vent itself recklessly. The final result would be death by bodily explosion!

By then, no matter how high one's cultivation was, it would be useless unless the Thunder Law True Skill had been cultivated to perfection.

His daughter, Luo Meng, possessed superior innate physique, and she had even been detected with the Empty Spirit trait at birth. Together, those two qualities made her one in a million.

She had possessed the ultimate aptitude to inherit his Thunder Law True Skill, yet she had resisted him from childhood into adulthood, insisting on learning that unorthodox Form Imitation path.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky again, this time on an even grander scale, covering the entire sky above Hua Yun Estates. The other residents looked at the terrifying weather and thought a thunderstorm was coming.

Thick pillars of lightning crashed down from the clouds to the ground. Wherever the lightning flashed, all things fell silent.

"That is your daughter, not your enemy! Haven't you made enough of a scene?!"

Ren Ping shoved Luo Guanyun back into the house, and Luo Guanyun hurriedly withdrew his martial intent.

His wife was only at the First Limit, a martial artist who had barely entered the path. If he accidentally hurt her, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Luo Meng's Qing Luan manifestation was covered in wounds as it struggled to shield its master against the might of heaven. When the weather phenomenon faded, the Qing Luan let out a mournful cry and vanished.

"You really showed off there, Luo Guanyun. Let's see how many more years you have left!"

After cursing him, Ren Ping turned around, pulled her daughter into the car, and left, leaving Luo Guanyun standing there alone.

Watching the sports car drive away, Luo Guanyun's emotions were complicated. This time, even his wife had left. He was truly the only one remaining.

Yes. How many more years did he have left?

Luo Guanyun's volatile temper was not without reason. As a Third Limit powerhouse, his body was nourished and regulated by true qi, and his lifespan should have been at least two or three times that of an ordinary person.

But his cultivation had been stuck at the Third Great Limit for more than a decade. The Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique within the Thunder Law True Skill he cultivated could not break through, and the Thunder Seed planted in his body was about to erupt.

The Fourth Limit Grandmaster realm was a major threshold for martial artists, one that was extremely difficult to cross.

Luo Guanyun had no choice but to seek another path, cultivating the water-aspected Profound Yin Reflecting Moon True Art in an attempt to neutralize the Thunder Seed within his body.

Unfortunately, the results were minimal. It could barely delay the Thunder Seed's eruption and could not cure the root cause.

At the same time, the energies of two True Arts with opposing attributes counterbalanced and clashed within his body, affecting both his liver and spleen. That was why his internal fire was unbalanced and his temper was so often irritable and explosive.

"Was I really wrong? But my daughter's talent can surely cultivate Thunder Arts to their greatest heights.

I raised her for more than ten years. As a child of the Luo Family, inheriting the Thunder Law True Skill is her duty and responsibility. Yet she refuses to learn it. I'm not wrong. She's the one who is wrong!"