Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal — Part 26

Inside the private car, Meng Chuan was resting with his eyes closed, adjusting himself for training, when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was his good buddy Wang Yue.

"Don't say anything yet. Let me guess—you saw that video too, didn't you?"

"Chuan'er Bro, you really are something. You can even predict me. Awesome! You're famous now."

A woman's voice suddenly came through the phone:

"Chuan Bro, that cool turn you made at the end was so handsome! And you're even better at fighting than I am now."

Meng Chuan listened carefully before recognizing Qin Mengya's voice.

"You flatter me. Um, why are you two together so late?"

Silence fell over the phone, and Wang Yue hurriedly explained:

"Don't get any weird ideas. Exams are coming up, so we're in the same tutoring class catching up on academic subjects. You think everyone's like you, practicing boxing every day and skipping class?"

"Alright. Oh, right, Fatty—I bought you a treadmill. Consider it a New Year's gift. Keep an eye out for the delivery these next couple of days."

Seeing that the car had already stopped outside Teacher Luo's home, Meng Chuan prepared to hang up.

"Enough, I'm hanging up. I need to start practicing boxing."

Wang Yue started spouting nonsense again on the other end.

He said Chuan'er Bro was the ancient Greek god in charge of boxing. Meng Chuan was so embarrassed his cringe disorder was about to act up, so he quickly hung up.

Meng Chuan could not help sighing. Technology really was advanced these days—something that happened in the afternoon was known by everyone by evening.

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Meng Chuan changed into his training clothes inside. Luo Guanyun sat in the living room, looking at the New Year's gift Meng Chuan had given him, feeling somewhat moved.

With Luo Guanyun's wealth and means, what clothes could he not afford?

But this had been a gift from his disciple. Its meaning was different.

From childhood to adulthood, his daughter Luo Meng had never given him much of a gift. Once her wings had hardened, she had even run away from home.

Now, he had taken in a disciple who knew gratitude. Not only was he exceptionally gifted, he also respected and cared for his elders. All at once, Luo Guanyun felt that life had something to look forward to.

Previously, he had only wanted to find a disciple who could pass down the Thunder Arts. But now things were different. The more he looked at Meng Chuan, the more he felt as though he were his own son.

Yet thoughts of his daughter surfaced from the depths of his heart once more, and a trace of melancholy inevitably appeared on his face.

After changing into his training clothes, Meng Chuan came out just in time to see that Luo Guanyun did not look well.

"What's wrong, Teacher Luo?"

Seeing Meng Chuan arrive, Luo Guanyun adjusted himself.

"Nothing. Let's go to the training room. Let me see your Cannon Fist at major mastery."

Teacher Luo did not wish to talk about it, so Meng Chuan did not press the matter.

Train your boxing well. Cultivating the Thunder Arts in the future will be the best repayment to Teacher Luo.

Luo Guanyun walked into the training room first. Once he stood still, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body. Faint sounds of lightning and thunder seemed to issue from within him, the humidity in the air rose rapidly, and the surroundings turned strange and unpredictable along with the changes in Luo Guanyun's aura.

"Before we practice boxing today, I'll first teach you some common knowledge about Martial Artists."

"Seeing me like this, what does it make you think of?"

Meng Chuan blurted out, "The pressure is heavy and oppressive. It feels suffocating."

"That's right. In technical terms, this is called a Martial Domain."

"When your control over your own body reaches one hundred percent, and you combine it with your Will of Martial Arts, you can begin condensing your own Martial Domain."

"When your Martial Domain merges with the true art you cultivate, you can reach the Intent Realm I have now attained and become a Martial Arts Grandmaster."

"Watch closely. Like this."

Luo Guanyun extended his right hand and made a grasping motion. As his fingers closed, an explosive boom rang out through the air.

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When he spread open his palm, Meng Chuan clearly saw a layer of pale blue lightning, visible to the naked eye, floating above Luo Guanyun's hand.

"This is lightning created by using my Martial Domain to connect with the true qi of heaven and earth.

"It did not originally exist between heaven and earth. I fashioned it out of thin air."

For the first time, Meng Chuan witnessed the formidable abilities of a Martial Arts Grandmaster from such close range. His heart and mind were carried away, filled with longing.

"There's no need to envy me. One day, you'll be able to do this too."

"And what you need to do now is begin choosing your Will of Martial Arts."

"What kind of Will of Martial Arts do you seek? Or rather, what sort of Martial Artist do you want to become?"

"The Will of Martial Arts is like an anchor in your heart for the martial path. It can designate the goal you advance toward, and it can also help you resist Heavenly Demons and all kinds of temptations."

Hearing Luo Guanyun's words, Meng Chuan thought again of everything he had experienced in Tongjia Alley. His first instinct was to eliminate every Heavenly Demon in the world.

"I know you have an idea, but don't say it yet. The Will of Martial Arts isn't empty talk—it is a belief you must carry through to the end."

"How is your stance training going now?"

"I can hold it for around two hours and forty minutes before reaching my limit."

"Not bad, but it isn't enough."

"The cultivation of stances is endless. After the Human Stance comes the Earth Stance, and even the Heaven Stance. The difficulty of cultivation increases by more than a hundredfold!"

"This student understands. I'll definitely work hard on my stance training!"

Luo Guanyun encouraged him again.

"Your progress in stance training is decent. Keep practicing once a day. Train until you reach your limit. When you stand, use your heart to carefully comprehend the mysteries within it, and at the same time feel your own heart. What exactly is the Will of Martial Arts you seek?

"When you no longer feel even a trace of fatigue while holding your stance, that means your Human Stance has reached completion. The next step will be combining it with your true art to condense a Will of Martial Arts unique to yourself."

"Remember what I said today. To break through Nine Blood Qi and become a Martial Artist, you need the Human Stance at completion, an entry-level true art, and a manifested Will of Martial Arts. Only when all three are linked through can you become a Martial Artist."

"This student will remember."

Becoming a Martial Artist truly was not simple. No wonder that, despite technology being so advanced, the number of Martial Artists had not increased by much.

But he had not the slightest thought of fear or retreat.

With the Martial Arts Limit-Breaking Panel, along with his heart devoted wholly to boxing, becoming a Martial Artist would not be an obstacle to him—it would be the beginning of everything.

Luo Guanyun nodded.

"It isn't too early to tell you these things now. The sooner I tell you, the sooner you can comprehend them.

"Alright, let's continue practicing boxing. A towering building rises from level ground—first raise the intensity of your blood qi."

With that, Luo Guanyun withdrew his aura.

"Come, let me see whether your Cannon Fist has truly reached major mastery. Attack me."

Meng Chuan clasped his fists in salute.

"Teacher, be careful."

"Wait. Come up onto the stakes with me. Practice it together with your movement technique. Only then can you improve your real combat ability."

"I watched that video of you standing up for justice today too. I know you were forced to fight back.

"But your hand and foot movements weren't decisive enough. If it had been me, with the same cultivation, that first bear-hug takedown would have shattered his bones and left him unable to rise again!"

Meng Chuan felt somewhat ashamed. Teacher Luo had always been decisive and straightforward by nature.

After climbing onto the wooden stakes, Meng Chuan launched a fierce attack at Teacher Luo. Six consecutive cannon-like blasts rang through the air.

Luo Guanyun raised his instep and struck the wooden stake beneath him. Borrowing the force, his body drifted toward the rear right, then he landed steadily on another stake, evading Meng Chuan's attack.

"Not bad. It really has reached major mastery."

"Continue. Use Inch Step to attack me. No need to hold back—go all out."

Meng Chuan continued his assault, his feet stepping in Inch Step. Luo Guanyun was like a withered leaf, drifting with the wind atop the wooden stakes.

Meng Chuan could never match his rhythm. He did not even touch the hem of Luo Guanyun's clothes.

As Luo Guanyun dodged, he instructed Meng Chuan.

"If you wish to advance the rear foot, the front foot should first move an inch, and only then should the rear foot advance. If the rear foot does not advance and you merely want your movement technique to move forward, then simply shift the front foot an inch. Watch your footing.

"At the same time, keep your handwork steady. Set your Cannon Fist stance firmly for me. Every punch you throw, I want to hear six cannon blasts."

"Understood, Teacher Luo."

And so, the two played cat and mouse atop the wooden stakes for nearly forty minutes.

The intense training that employed both hands and feet covered Meng Chuan's forehead in dense beads of sweat. Seeing this, Luo Guanyun flipped down from the wooden stakes, lightly tapped the floor with his toes, and stood firm.

"Rest for a while first. Martial cultivation values proper balance between tension and relaxation. Sit down, drink some water, and reflect on those movements just now."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.