Tendon-Changing and Marrow-Cleansing

Luo Guanyun felt that even if Meng Chuan had pushed his Guoyi Fist beyond its limits to reach the master level, it only served to prove his tenacity.

Furthermore, he hadn't achieved this breakthrough through innate talent, but rather through a sudden epiphany born from a life-or-death crisis.

Meng Chuan persisted, leaving Luo Guanyun no choice but to continue explaining.

"When learning other martial arts, even though your aptitude is average, your perseverance gives you a chance to become a Martial Artist in this lifetime.

As for learning my Thunder Method True Art, I won't hide the truth from you: even if you were lucky enough to master it, if your speed in breaking limits cannot keep up with the growth of the Thunder Seed, your fate will be one word: death!

Give up these unrealistic fantasies and think about your family."

In the end, Luo Guanyun rejected Meng Chuan. He had seen the diligence Meng Chuan displayed while practicing in the martial arts hall every day, and he truly admired it.

But the path of martial arts is cruel; without talent and aptitude, everything else is just empty talk.

"It's getting late, go get some sleep. Use the room at the very end. I've already spoken to your uncle about your situation, and after the police come tomorrow to run their tests, they will take you home if everything is clear."

Not giving Meng Chuan a chance to speak, Luo Guanyun reached out and gestured with one hand. Using the manipulation of magnetic fields via his Thunder Method True Art, he lifted Meng Chuan into the air, floated him steadily into the room, and even thoughtfully tucked him in.

Lying in bed, Meng Chuan pondered. He understood what Luo Guanyun meant: the Thunder Method was difficult to cultivate, and without sufficient talent, practicing it was like planting the seeds of disaster within one's own body.

However, he possessed One Proof Eternal Proof; no matter how difficult a technique was, as long as he persisted in his practice, he would inevitably master it.

Moreover, he had his system panel, which allowed him to acquire more traits related to comprehension or the improvement of his physical aptitude, meaning his cultivation speed would only increase.

For instance, the fourth effect of the One Proof Eternal Proof trait had already enhanced his comprehension of Xingyi martial arts, and once his body recovered, he could practice and experience the difference for himself.

In this way, the Thunder Method was only slightly difficult for him at the moment, and far from impossible to cultivate.

What's more, True Art level martial arts could only be attempted once one reached the peak of the Blood Qi Realm. By then, with all his various traits stacked, learning it would surely be easy and enjoyable.

Having thought it through, Meng Chuan stopped worrying. He already had a plan: once his body recovered, he would formally ask Master Luo to take him as a disciple, using One Proof Eternal Proof as his stepping stone.

Besides, with tonight's events as a precedent, if the master felt surprised by the change in his talent later, he could simply attribute it to the epiphany he had during his life-or-death struggle.

With this thought, and given that the night's experiences had been far too harrowing, Meng Chuan's mind and body had both reached their limits, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.

If someone had walked in at that moment, they would have noticed black substances seeping out from every pore on Meng Chuan's body. These were the impurities within him, being expelled under the influence of One Proof Eternal Proof.

In ancient times, martial artists referred to this phenomenon as marrow cleansing.

Early the next morning, Meng Chuan woke up feeling incredibly refreshed. He had been having a strange dream in which an elderly man with an ethereal, immortal aura—resembling Taishang Laojun—was using a bath towel to scrub his back, rubbing off layers of grime...

The moment he opened his eyes, Meng Chuan caught a strange, foul stench and immediately bolted upright in alarm.

"Damn it, don't tell me I..."

He stood up and realized that he was covered from head to toe in a dark, sticky substance, and the bed was covered in it as well. These things, which looked like black mud, were emitting a faint, foul odor.

Luo Guanyun was currently in the living room drinking tea with Officer Long Jiu from the night before. Hearing the commotion in the room, he stood up and went to knock on the door.

"The police are here. Once you're tested, you can go home."

Through the door, Meng Chuan told Luo Guanyun that he had woken up after a night's sleep to find himself covered in black mud for some reason.

There was nothing to hide; if he had dirtied the sheets and quilt, they could just be washed. There was no need to try and deceive the man; even if Master Luo had a fiery temper, he wouldn't kill him over this.

Luo Guanyun pushed the door open and looked at the scene in surprise. He neither scolded Meng Chuan for dirtying the room nor complained about the pungent smell, instead standing at the doorway in deep thought.

"Go take a shower first. Come out and talk when you're done. Don't worry about the sheets; the cleaning staff will handle them."

While showering, Meng Chuan realized that after washing away the black mud, his body felt as if it had been reborn.

The small scars left behind from his past training were nowhere to be found. He tried to throw a punch, and a crisp, explosive sound rang out in the air.

"I must have entered the first stage of the Blood Qi Realm."

Through One Proof Eternal Proof, he could clearly perceive that the power transmitted through his arm was faster than in the past, and the force seemed to strike a single point, feeling more solid and concentrated.

Meng Chuan tried to catch the stream of water flowing from the showerhead. Aiming for the moment the water fell, he timed his punch perfectly. When his fist hit the water column, it exploded into a spray, unlike before when his arm would simply pass through the flow.

Concentrating force into a single point for an explosive release—this must be Ming Jin.

Ming Jin is a special technique of force exertion, where one controls their power to concentrate on a single point, ensuring the strike is solid and not scattered.

It is like placing a brick on a table and striking the top half; the top half shatters while the bottom half remains intact and unmoved. This is the mark of a mastered Ming Jin.

Feeling the significant increase in his strength, Meng Chuan felt a surge of joy. He threw a series of punches, making the water spray pop and crackle, taking the opportunity to vent twelve years of frustration.

Soon, Meng Chuan calmed down. If One Proof Eternal Proof alone had brought him so many benefits, what heights could he reach if he could grind all the martial arts in the world to the point of breaking their limits?

A human martial god? A living deity? Could he completely drive out the Heavenly Demon?

Meng Chuan felt a rush of excitement and quickly turned the water to cold to calm his restless heart.

Thinking too much was useless; the unity of knowledge and action was the key. Since his body had recovered, he needed to get back to practicing his punches.

[No residual Heavenly Demon factors detected.]

"Alright, you can go reunite with your family now. Everything is fine; the young man is in excellent health."

Officer Long had used the machine to test Meng Chuan personally, and he even wanted to thank and commend him.

"On behalf of the Qindu District Police Department, I thank you for your contribution last night. If you hadn't stalled for time and let the Heavenly Demon escape, I would have no face to show the people of this district."

Meng Chuan recognized him; the other party was the bald police sergeant who had scolded him while he was waiting for the car that day.

He did not try to claim any credit, as he was merely a bystander; it was entirely thanks to Master Luo arriving and unleashing his power that the Heavenly Demon was not only destroyed, but he himself was saved.

"It is already remarkable that you were able to hold out until Master Luo arrived. If it had been me before I entered the first stage, I fear I would not have lasted until that moment."

Meng Chuan wanted to say something more, but Long Jiu waved his hand to signal him to stop:

"No need to say more. Your uncle Meng Yongzhi is also a police officer, so you can be considered one of our police department's own. Credit is credit; excessive modesty is nothing but pride."