Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal — Section 3

As for exceptional and superior innate potential, that went without saying. From childhood, they received special martial arts education and were taught by famous masters. After graduating from one of the nation's nine elite martial arts universities, their futures would be bright.

It was not just Great Chu. Influenced by the global situation, every nation was competing to develop martial arts and placing great importance on martial arts education.

But martial arts resources were limited and could only be prioritized for exceptionally gifted students.

If you were innately talented and worked harder than others, the state would naturally support your growth. If your talent was lacking and you were lazy and slack, then you would naturally be eliminated.

That was why Xue Na believed what her husband had said.

Rather than save up for a house, they had decided to gamble it on Meng Chuan's future.

Because she could also see his effort and sweat.

In the cozy little room, Meng Chuan practiced against a sandbag. Every movement of his basic fist art flowed seamlessly into the next, orderly and disciplined.

After all, he had practiced for more than ten years. Whether he performed the routines forward or backward, he could do them with ease.

Yet he could not break through that final 1%. Meng Chuan picked up the towel hanging over the back of a chair and wiped his face, then sat on the edge of the bed to rest briefly. Soon, he would continue practicing, searching for an opportunity to surpass his limit.

Even by late at night, Meng Chuan had failed to achieve a breakthrough. Then a knock sounded at his door. "Knock, knock."

"Go to bed early, Chuan'er. You're going to the martial arts academy tomorrow morning, so don't be late."

"You should go to bed early too, Auntie. By the way, Uncle still isn't back?"

"He's working overtime at the station tonight and won't be coming back. Go to sleep early. When you leave tomorrow morning, remember to take a can of Nine Walnuts to drink on the way."

"Got it."

Auntie's footsteps gradually faded away. Meng Chuan turned off the light and lay on his bed, his thoughts churning.

"I heard that anyone qualified to open a martial arts academy is a martial artist above the Nine Blood Qi Gates. Tomorrow, I'll see whether I can ask them how to break through this last 1%."

In modern society, martial artists held an extremely high status.

That was because they had broken through the Nine Blood Qi Gates and entered the First Great Limit. Whether in physique or mental strength, they had already surpassed ordinary humans.

Before entering the First Great Limit, everyone was called a martial practitioner.

Martial practitioners all struggled and strove to break through the Nine Blood Qi Gates. With every gate they broke through, their Blood Qi would grow more vigorous.

Once they broke through the ninth gate, they could use their abundant Blood Qi to shatter the shackles of their bodies, advance into the First Great Limit, and become martial artists.

"No more overthinking. Time to sleep."

Early the next morning, Meng Chuan did not, for once, wake up at four in the morning to practice his fists.

Instead, he slept a little longer and did not get up until eight.

It was his first time going to a martial arts academy, and he wanted to be in good condition.

As he was leaving, he suddenly remembered Auntie telling him to bring Nine Walnuts. He turned back, grabbed a can, then shut the door and headed downstairs.

Meng Chuan deliberately checked the shoes at the entrance. It was already eight in the morning on the second day, yet Uncle had still not returned from working overtime.

"Nothing happened, right?"

Uncle was indeed a patrol officer, but he handled urban public security.

Unlike criminal investigators, he did not need to fight vicious criminals.

With Uncle's strength at the third Blood Qi Gate, there should normally be no problems during patrols or inspections.

After going downstairs, Meng Chuan took the Little Board Phone from his pocket, pressed a string of numbers, and waited for the other party to answer.

"Beep, beep, beep."

The call connected.

"Fatty, are you up yet?"

"Bro, it's a rest day. Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

On the other end of the call, Wang Yue had been woken up and was wriggling around in bed.

"Didn't you tell me before that you trained at Infinite Martial Arts Academy?"

"Yeah. I still have more than a hundred classes on my card. My dad tops it up whenever he feels like it, and I can't possibly finish them all.

Do you want to try a class? With the prestige of this supreme member, it probably won't be a problem."

"No need. I signed up too. I'm going to Infinite Martial Arts Academy to practice today."

"Your uncle and auntie are really willing to spend on you. Then let's go together.

We'll meet at the intersection. I haven't gone in days."

Wang Yue was quite surprised. A single class at a martial arts academy cost a thousand yuan. Just signing up for a few classes was equivalent to an ordinary person's monthly salary.

Meng Chuan had been raised at his uncle's home since childhood. Wang Yue had not expected his uncle to be willing to spend so much to let Meng Chuan practice at a martial arts academy.

"Okay. I'll wait for you at the intersection in front of Greenland Square."

Meng Chuan did not have many friends at school. If he had to count one, it would only be Fatty Wang Yue.

In Yong'an City, Wang Yue could be considered a fairly well-known rich second-generation heir.

His family also strongly supported his martial arts training. Supplements and nutritional products were supplied without limit, he could eat as much as he wanted, and a personal family fist instructor taught him every day.

But Wang Yue simply did not measure up. In Wang Yue's father's words:

"What am I supposed to do with this one and only son? He's worthless mud that can't be slapped onto a wall!"

At Greenland Square, Meng Chuan and Wang Yue chatted as they walked.

"Brother Chuan'er, have you had your Blood Qi tested?"

"Not yet. I heard martial arts academies have specialized instruments for testing Blood Qi. I want to see whether I can reach the First Blood Qi Threshold now."

"Sure. We can test it at Infinite Martial Arts Academy whenever we want."

"Brother Chuan'er, everyone says you're stupid for practicing Child's Fist every day, but I don't think so."

"Just based on how hard you work at practicing every day, I think you'll definitely become a martial artist in the future."

Meng Chuan smiled without saying anything. Though he did not care about such words, having a little fat guy support him still warmed his heart.

"Brother Chuan'er, I also called Qin Mengya from the next class. She practices at Infinite Martial Arts Academy too."

"Oh? You like her?"

"Don't talk nonsense when Qin Mengya gets here! What if she hears you? What if she refuses to come with me after that?"

"Fine, fine, I won't say anything. But losing weight would do you more good than anything else. Girls these days all like guys in good shape."

Wang Yue scratched his head and said with a bashful smile:

"I'm already losing weight. I've been eating less lately."

Meng Chuan glanced at the bag of steamed buns in his hand, smiled, and said nothing.

There was no need to meddle in other people's affairs. It was enough to do well for himself. Most love that sprouted in one's youth bore no fruit.

None of that had anything to do with him. Meng Chuan only wanted to practice martial arts and break through his limits.

Greenland Square.

The entire three-story building on the left side of the square belonged to Infinite Martial Arts Academy.

At the very top was an enormous sign reading "Infinite," its purple-black lights flashing and making it especially eye-catching.

Meng Chuan followed Wang Yue inside and silently made up his mind.

"I have to break through the limits of the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art. If I really can't find an opportunity, then at the very least, I need to learn a few other moves from the instructors."

"Auntie is thoughtful. A class costs a thousand yuan. It wouldn't be right if I failed to get something out of it."

Wang Yue's crush, Qin Mengya, lived near Greenland Square, so she had arrived half an hour before them.

She had already changed into her training uniform and was sitting in the reception hall of Infinite Martial Arts Academy, waiting for them.

The moment Meng Chuan and Wang Yue entered, their vision was immediately filled by a flash of striking sky blue.

Wearing Infinite Martial Arts Academy's blue training uniform, Qin Mengya skipped toward them. The loose martial arts uniform could not conceal the girl's lovely figure.

"Hi, you fat bastard. You're really slow! Hello, you must be Brother Chuan'er, right?"

Qin Mengya cutely tilted her head and extended a hand toward Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan's title of Child's Fist Grandmaster was well known throughout the school, so it was hardly strange for Qin Mengya from the neighboring class to recognize him.

As for "Brother Chuan'er," that was the form of address Wang Yue had taught her.

Whenever Wang Yue had nothing to talk about with Qin Mengya, he would use Meng Chuan to make jokes and keep the conversation going. It could be considered a kind of flimsy brotherhood.

"Hello, Qin Mengya. I'm Meng Chuan."

Meng Chuan did not step forward to shake her hand. Instead, he clasped his hands in greeting where he stood.

Then he stood to the side without speaking further, his gaze surveying the surroundings of Infinite Martial Arts Academy.

Looking at the luxurious decorations inside, he could not help but sigh inwardly. "Martial artists really are rich."

Meng Chuan had no intention of getting close to or chatting with Qin Mengya. He would not touch so much as a hair of the woman his good brother liked.