Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Eventually Become Immortal — Part 36

Therefore, whether in teaching staff or financial strength, it was far beyond anything Peaceful High School could hope to compare with.

"I've made up my mind. It's fine, Principal. I'm willing to do my part in building Peaceful High School's future."

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On one hand, the principal's sincerity had moved him—not only the words he had spoken today, but also everything he had done for him before.

Mistaking him for having drilled himself into a dead end over the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art, he had kept trying to persuade him; he had driven him back and forth to the Martial Arts Association; he had even paid out of pocket to give him a bonus. All of it made Meng Chuan truly feel how well the principal treated him.

On the other hand, both specialized martial arts high schools and martial university preparatory classes used closed-campus teaching. Students were not allowed to leave campus during normal days.

They could only go home on weekends and holidays, which would affect his ability to find Teacher Luo to practice boxing.

"Meng Chuan, I knew I hadn't misjudged you, kid. Come, have some tea. Drain this cup!"

After Meng Chuan clinked cups with Principal Zong, the old man and the young man exchanged smiles.

Everything had been made clear, and Meng Chuan rose to take his leave.

February 6th, Lunar New Year's Eve.

Wearing the red sweater Auntie had bought him, Meng Chuan finished his final round of Cannon Fist and drew the exercise to a close, regulating his breath.

The weather was freezing. As he regulated his breathing, the sweat covering his body turned into white mist and evaporated into the air.

Cannon Fist: Mastery (77%) → (78%), pending limit break

Looking at the increased proficiency on the panel, though it was little, it had been steadily rising all along, and that put his heart at ease.

As he drew closer and closer to completion, Cannon Fist's rate of improvement had also slowed. He had practiced for a long time before gaining a single percent of proficiency.

Meng Chuan took out his phone and checked the time. It was eight-thirty in the morning.

"Master should be awake. I should call and wish him well."

"Beep, beep, beep."

The call connected.

"Master, happy New Year."

"Happy New Year. Did you practice boxing this morning?"

Luo Guanyun was as strict as ever.

Meng Chuan knew his master's temperament and had long expected him to ask.

"I've been practicing for over two hours. I feel like I'm already very close to completion."

Hearing of Meng Chuan's rapid progress, Luo Guanyun was delighted.

"Hahaha, good! Once you reach completion, Master will teach you a new boxing art."

Afterward, Luo Guanyun explained some things to Meng Chuan about what he needed to watch out for when Cannon Fist broke through to Nine Echoes.

Finally, he said, "Come eat at Master's place this afternoon. Your mistress has cooked a whole table of good dishes."

Meng Chuan was astonished.

"Mistress?"

He had always thought his master was an old bachelor who had devoted himself wholeheartedly to martial arts, thereby achieving his present accomplishments.

He had never expected Teacher Luo to have a wife. He had gone to Hua Yun Estates so many times, yet had never once seen a woman in the house.

But he did not ask further. Once he got there, wouldn't he find out?

"Yes. Did you think Master was still a bachelor at my age?"

Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile.

"No, no. I'll set out shortly, then."

After hanging up, Meng Chuan went downstairs to prepare for a shower.

He was drenched in sweat from practicing boxing. Since it was his first time meeting his mistress, he wanted to clean himself up properly and leave her with a good impression.

Hua Yun Estates villa district.

Half an hour earlier, Luo Guanyun's wife, Ren Ping, had returned.

Even on Lunar New Year's Eve, North Union University's graduating classes still had no holiday. Luo Meng was still at school teaching students during the day and would not return home until the evening.

Ren Ping sat alone in Luo Meng's home, turning things over and over in her mind. In the end, she decided to come back and check on that old fool Luo Guanyun.

As she stood at the entryway, she had already prepared herself to face Luo Guanyun's sour expression.

Don't get angry. Don't lower yourself to argue with that old fool.

Who would have thought that the moment she opened the door and entered, Luo Guanyun would not only be free of that long face, but would actually smile as he reached out to take the groceries from her hands.

"Wife, you're back? What vegetables did you buy?"

Ren Ping looked at him suspiciously, unable to tell what medicine he was selling from his gourd.

"Old Luo, you seem to be in quite a good mood."

"What, after I went to our daughter's place, did you hide some beauty in a golden house here?"

Luo Guanyun carried the groceries into the kitchen, put them away, then sat on the sofa and said indifferently, "I've taken a disciple."

Ren Ping made it clear that she did not believe him.

Luo Guanyun's standards were too high. Whether it was superior natural talent or exceptional comprehension, he never gave them a second glance.

At the very least, a disciple's aptitude could not be much worse than that of his daughter, Luo Meng.

On top of that, he was taking a disciple in order to pass down the Thunder Law True Skill. Ren Ping did not believe he could find a student who was both exceptionally gifted and unafraid of thunder law.

"I'll have him come over for a meal later. You'll know once you see him."

Only then did Ren Ping believe him somewhat, though she still mocked him. "Which martial university did you go to and tie up a genius from?"

Luo Guanyun flew into a rage.

"Where would I go to tie one up? He's a student from the martial arts school. Before becoming my disciple, he saved my life."

"Mm, so it turns out you're repaying kindness with demands."

After tidying himself up, Meng Chuan took the tram to Hua Yun Estates.

After he knocked, the door was opened by a beautiful middle-aged woman with short hair. He thought to himself that she must be the mistress he had never met.

"Mistress, hello."

At first glance, Ren Ping thought Meng Chuan seemed quite good.

Ever since his last Marrow Cleansing, Meng Chuan's skin had grown increasingly fair and clean.

Paired with his neat short hair and the well-proportioned muscles he had forged through years of boxing practice, his clothes fit him exceptionally well.

At a glance, he was a handsome young man who naturally pleased the eye.

"You're Little Meng, right? Hello. Come in quickly."

While Meng Chuan had still been on the road, Luo Guanyun had already told her Meng Chuan's basic information.

"Go sit on the sofa and chat with your master first. The meal will be ready soon."

Meng Chuan was very polite.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mistress."

At the dining table, Luo Guanyun was in a good mood and deliberately opened a rather expensive bottle of red wine.

"Wife, we'll drink this. Chuan'er, you're still too young to drink, so have some juice."

Ren Ping took the red wine and poured some for Old Luo and herself, then said, "Old Luo, you really are something. You took a disciple and didn't even tell me, leaving me completely unprepared."

At that moment, Meng Chuan guessed that perhaps his mistress worked out of town and could only return home every so often.

"Little Meng, we also have a daughter—your senior sister. She's currently a teacher at North Union University. If you have any questions, you can ask her for guidance."

"Teacher Luo actually has a daughter?"

Meng Chuan could not see the slightest trace of it in this house.

"Alright, Mas—"

Just as Meng Chuan was about to speak, Luo Guanyun forcefully set his cup on the table with a bang.

"Ren Ping, today is a happy occasion. Don't bring up certain things."

"Alright, alright, I won't say any more. Come, let's have a toast."