Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

"The day after tomorrow, you'll be able to reach it too. I believe in you."

Hearing Martial Uncle Zhao's shamelessly showy remark, Meng Chuan shook his head with a wry smile.

Someone like him, born lacking a divine gift, truly had no right to envy it.

How much he had paid to rise from sand and stone to the Mystic Iron Foundation—only he himself knew.

Zhao Shousui checked the time. It was nearly midnight, and he had been teaching Meng Chuan for almost ten hours.

"Enough. I don't have the strength to teach you anymore. We'll stop here for today. A weapon isn't the same as your hands and feet, after all; there's a barrier between it and your spiritual power.

"My suggestion is that you wait until your foundation improves a little further before trying again. Or, if your total spiritual power increases by another chunk, brute force can work miracles too."

Martial Uncle had truly troubled himself today. Meng Chuan bowed deeply in thanks.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle. Meng Chuan has learned much today."

Wang Ye was still practicing his stance. Meng Chuan greeted him, then returned to his room.

He spread the straw mat flat and sat cross-legged upon it.

Taking out his phone, he logged into United University's official website and opened the online version of the Martial Repository Pavilion.

This was an "internal testing version" that had gone online a few days ago, available in advance only to teachers and Grandmaster Class students.