Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Eventually Become Immortal

"Cannon Fist belongs to the fire element of Xingyi's Five Elements Fist. It is a third-rate fist art.

The fist arts you learn later will all be connected to Cannon Fist.

You must study it well. Train Cannon Fist to the full nine resounds, laying a solid foundation for learning more difficult fist arts later on, and even for the Thunder Law True Skill."

Meng Chuan was sweating profusely nearby.

"Yes, Teacher Luo. I can definitely do it."

Not merely to perfection—he would definitely train Cannon Fist beyond perfection, break through its limits, and obtain the Heavy Blow trait.

Heavy Blow sounded like an ability related to actual combat. He definitely could not let it slip away.

They trained until ten that night. Considering that Meng Chuan still had school the next day, training ended there for the day.

"Once you have mastered Cannon Fist, I'll teach you its matching footwork, Inch Step. Only after learning Inch Step can you go from being a stationary cannon frame to a mobile cannon frame."

Meng Chuan nodded to show that he understood.

Footwork was also extremely important in actual combat, especially footwork that complemented a fist art. When the two were combined, the power they unleashed in battle was far more than a simple one plus one.

"Take these medicinal herbs. They are all suitable for martial artists at the Blood Qi Barrier.

Later, follow the proportions I gave you and have Auntie brew them.

Once brewed and cooled, they will turn into a paste. After solidifying, they will be even easier to carry."

Meng Chuan felt a little embarrassed. He knew these medicinal herbs were not cheap.

This whole bag had to cost at least several thousand, perhaps even more.

"No need to stand on ceremony with me. It isn't much money. If I'm giving them to you, just take them."

A gift from one's elder could not be refused, so Meng Chuan had no choice but to accept them.

"This should be enough for a month. I'll give you more next month. If the herbs sit too long, it will affect their medicinal properties."

Meng Chuan was deeply grateful. Meeting a master like this was his own good fortune as well.

"As I said before, practice martial arts diligently. If you can carry forward and glorify my Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique someday, I'll be satisfied!"

Hearing this, Meng Chuan made a solemn pledge:

"This disciple will certainly strive in martial arts and make Teacher Luo's true skill famous throughout the land one day!"

"It's not enough to talk big. First, train the fist art in front of you properly.

You have to eat one bite at a time. Don't be too impatient."

"Understood, Teacher Luo."

In the end, Luo Guanyun was worried about Meng Chuan going back alone, so he specifically called over the villa district's butler and arranged a private car.

"From now on, unless something comes up, come here after school to train. The car will pick you up and take you back."

The driver opened the rear door for Meng Chuan. Meng Chuan sat inside and ran his hand over the gleaming door handle.

A master's kindness was as weighty as a mountain. Once I achieve something in my studies, I must repay Teacher Luo properly.

For now, Meng Chuan had no ability to repay his master's kindness. He could only silently accept it.

A week later, Meng Chuan was practicing his fist art alone on the athletic field. The Martial Arts Association's test had concluded perfectly, and all that remained was to wait for news from Senior Bai.

For some reason, Meng Chuan always felt that the principal was even more eager for the result than he was. The man came by every day to ask whether the certificate had arrived.

It was class time now. The sound of students reading aloud rang around him, but Meng Chuan no longer needed to go to the classroom.

Meng Chuan had ridden in the principal's silver-white Aurora IV sports coupe several times. After having many heart-to-heart talks with the principal in the car,

with the principal's special approval, Meng Chuan could freely choose whether to attend class or practice his fist art.

His homeroom teacher's assessment of this was: privilege. No further words needed.

Cannon Fist: Mastery (35%) → (36%)

Inch Step: Proficient (3%) → (7%)

After his recent cultivation, Cannon Fist had broken through to Mastery, while the newly learned footwork had also reached Proficient.

With both making breakthroughs, Meng Chuan felt that his blood qi had likely risen by quite a bit again.

"Both Cannon Fist and Inch Step can bring tremendous increases in blood qi. On top of that, I haven't neglected my stance training. I should go test my blood qi again."

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Ever since obtaining One Proof, Eternal Proof, Meng Chuan had pushed himself to maximum intensity every day.

He gulped down medicinal meals while rotating between fist arts, footwork, and stance training, practicing martial arts like his life depended on it. Even Luo Guanyun, who had always been strict, could not help but sigh:

"Young man, you are truly solid as they come!"

After practicing Cannon Fist more than a dozen times, Meng Chuan stood atop the round parking bollards in the school parking lot and practiced Inch Step.

The upper surfaces of that row of bollards had been polished exceptionally smooth and round. Meng Chuan took off his shoes and socks, standing barefoot on top of them.

It had rained two days ago. By now, there was practically no dust on the surface to add friction. Meng Chuan found it extremely difficult merely to stand steadily on them, and could only laboriously practice Inch Step according to Teacher Luo's instructions.

Teacher Luo's words echoed in his ears:

"Without withdrawing the front foot, step forward; drive with the rear foot and hop upward. This move is used when the enemy presses you, leaving them no time to change steps. Only then do you take this shortcut and catch the enemy unprepared—thus it is called Inch Step."

"I need to hurry and practice Inch Step these next two days. Once Inch Step reaches Mastery too, I'll be able to practice Inch Step while throwing Cannon Fist. My efficiency will directly double. Awesome!"

Meng Chuan was taking small steps atop the parking bollards when his homeroom teacher's voice came from behind him.

"Meng Chuan, get down first! The principal wants to see you!"

Pushing open the door to the principal's office, Meng Chuan familiarly took a clean teacup from the cabinet behind the principal.

He then sat in the chair opposite the desk, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and happily drank it down.

The principal was about to speak when Meng Chuan struck first.

"Don't ask yet. I know what you want to say. There's still no news from Senior Bai, so don't rush."

Meng Chuan had not wanted to come in the first place. He knew the principal was asking him about the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art again.

It just so happened that he was a little thirsty from training, so he had come over for a cup of hot tea to moisten his throat.

The principal retorted:

"It's not about that, but if you get any news, you must tell me immediately."

He then refilled Meng Chuan's cup with hot water and continued:

"Have you tested your blood qi recently? How is it?"

"Last time it was 2.11. My fist art and footwork have both improved recently, so it should be above 3 now."

"Good kid. Can Yong'an Martial Arts University be secured? Give your uncle a definite answer!"

The tea brewed by the principal really did taste better. Meng Chuan gave him a reassuring answer:

"It's definitely secured!"

At Meng Chuan's current rate of improvement, Yong'an Martial Arts University was no longer his goal. He had already changed his target to North Union University.

North Union University, whose full name was Northern United Martial Arts University, was one of the nation's nine elite martial arts universities.

As a northern pillar supported since Great Chu's founding, its teaching faculty and institutional foundation were immensely formidable. It also had branch campuses throughout the country, and the Yong'an Mount Li Branch had only been completed a few years ago.

What North Union University was most renowned for was its terrifying rate of graduates becoming Martial Artists, reaching an astonishing ninety percent. It could be said that entering North Union University meant becoming half a future Martial Artist already.

Luo Guanyun had also graduated from North Union University. He knew deeply just how important a good martial arts university was to a martial artist's growth, and he strongly supported Meng Chuan applying to North Union University in the future.

"Good. Then your uncle will open another back door for you!"

"But there has to be a reason. February 2nd is the final exam for the second-year martial arts class. Go take it with them. As long as you rank in the top fifty percent, you can attend martial arts classes with the second-years from now on. Having teachers teach you is better than practicing by yourself."

This was good news. The parking bollards were far too unprofessional. The second-year Martial Arts Training Room had a dedicated wooden-post area for practicing footwork, along with specialized martial arts instructors.

Though the school certainly could not afford a Martial Arts Grandmaster like Teacher Luo, at the very least they would be skilled fighters who had passed the upper three Blood Qi Barriers—more than enough to teach him.

"Thank you, Principal. I will certainly give it my all."

The principal smiled and gestured that Meng Chuan could leave.

Not long after Meng Chuan left, a yellow-haired boy about Meng Chuan's age entered.

If Meng Chuan had been there, he would have recognized this person as the martial arts prodigy Le Ping, an Infinite Martial Arts Academy student, had mentioned—the one known alongside him as Peaceful High School's Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix!

"You're here, Zong Ping."

"What is it, Second Uncle? Did you need me for something?"

Principal Zong slammed the table and berated him:

"Forgot again? At school, address me by my title!"

No one at the school knew that Zong Ping, the first-year martial arts genius, was actually the principal's nephew.

Peaceful High School was fairly good, but it was ultimately a comprehensive high school rather than a dedicated martial arts high school.

Only after the principal promised his elder brother to cover Zong Ping's martial arts resources for three years did his elder brother agree to let Zong Ping attend Peaceful High School.