Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

"Hahaha, don't worry. Your sister has the same temperament as your Auntie—a little tigress. Ow, my ear!"

Xue Na twisted Meng Yongzhi's ear and snatched the phone away.

"Chuan'er, then it's settled. Remember to come back when your sister gets married."

"You focus on your work first. Ever since I was young, I've heard people say that the Daoist masters of Wudang Mountain have real skills. Study hard. I won't disturb you anymore."

Meng Chuan was just about to agree when his uncle's voice came through the phone again.

"One more thing, Chuan'er—don't send any more money home. Keep it for yourself. The family savings are almost up to eight figures now, hahaha."

"Understood. If it isn't enough, just tell me. If anything comes up, let me know too. I'll handle it."

"Chuan'er has really grown up. Alright, we won't disturb you any longer. Keep it up!"

After hanging up, Meng Chuan smiled, then refocused and continued his cultivation.

Training day and night—other than making himself stronger, wasn't it all so his family could live better lives?

The former was the original intention behind his martial path.

The latter was the only "anchor of humanity" he had left as the gap between himself and ordinary people grew ever wider.

Meng Chuan felt that he was still lacking. He still needed to work harder.

Some people attained the Dao, and even the village dogs could become police dogs...

In martial arts, when one was poor, one cultivated oneself alone. The people around him were the path he chose to protect.

His strength was still shallow, and his goal was not so lofty as saving all humanity.

As long as he could take care of the people and things around him, Meng Chuan could find happiness amid the harsh tempering of the