With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 43: Pioneering the Way

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Pioneering the Way

"Have you been neglecting to cultivate the [Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill] to suppress the Thunder Seed lately? Are you willing to risk your life just to teach your disciple?"

The Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill is the Five Elements Water Attribute True Skill of the Xingyi Sect. It can exert a certain suppressive effect on the conflicting attribute [Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill] cultivated by Luo Guanyun.

"I practiced, but I’ve been busy recently, so there’s less time for training. However, I can still hold on for a while. I know my own body’s condition."

Ever since accepting Meng Chuan as a direct disciple, Luo Guanyun’s nighttime cultivation of the Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill to suppress the Thunder Seed has been occupied by teaching Meng Chuan.

The saying goes, "Rich for literature, poor for martial arts." Even though Luo Guanyun is a Martial Arts Master who has broken the third limit, the foundation of his income is still the martial arts school, which cannot be abandoned. It brings in tens of millions every year.

Luo Guanyun could only reduce the teaching time at the martial arts school during the day to just five hours of one-on-one instruction, using the rest of the daytime to cultivate the Water Attribute True Skill to suppress the Thunder Seed.

Ren Ping looked directly at Luo Guanyun and said bluntly:

"If things continue like this, you won’t hold out until Meng Chuan can save you in the future.

Whether he can cultivate beyond the thirteenth level to pave the way for you is still uncertain, and you yourself might not live until then."

Luo Guanyun replied calmly:

"I never expected him to pave the way for me. As long as the Luo family’s Thunder Skill can be passed down, that’s enough."

Ren Ping could hear the tone in her husband’s voice; Luo Guanyun had long since put life and death aside.

She looked conflicted and, after pondering for a while, finally made a decision:

"This time I’ll go back and persuade Luo Meng to let her come practice."

Luo Guanyun looked at his wife in astonishment, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Ren Ping had never supported their daughter Luo Meng in practicing the Thunder Skill, so why had her attitude shifted so drastically today?

Ren Ping continued:

"We’ve been husband and wife for so long. During the time we were apart, I’ve been reflecting a lot."

"I’ve come to understand. You gave Luo Meng life. Now that her father is in trouble, Luo Meng also needs to repay this kindness, which is only right."

"I’ve never had the thought of repaying kindness with demands. From start to finish, I just wanted to pass on the Thunder Skill."

"You are not to tell Luo Meng or force her; as long as the Thunder Skill can be passed on, that’s enough.

I don’t mind if it’s not someone from the Luo family, and I believe Meng Chuan will be even more outstanding in the future."

Tears welled up slightly in Ren Ping’s eyes. No one but her could understand the inner fragility of this exceptionally powerful man.

"But you need to take care of your health too, old man. There’s hope only if you’re alive."

Luo Guanyun, seeing his wife’s genuine expression, remained silent for a moment before softly saying:

"Let’s go inside and talk. Don’t worry about me. I’m planning to... liquidate the Golden Linglong for a life-extending pill."

Back in the bedroom, Luo Guanyun continued:

"The Golden Linglong is a Fifth Grade True Martial weapon. Even those who have broken the fifth limit would be tempted by it. Coupled with the four to five billion I’ve saved up, exchanging it for an [Evergreen Immortality Pill] should easily restrain the Thunder Seed for ten years."

"With the suppressive effect of the Profound Yin Moonlight, I still have at least 20 years. I choose to bet on Meng Chuan’s future!"

The [Golden Linglong] is a Fifth Grade True Martial spear passed down through the Luo family, nurtured through over two thousand years of transformation to achieve its current power.

If the ancestors of the Luo family knew Luo Guanyun dared to sell it, they’d probably jump out of the ancestral hall to beat him.

His choice surprised his wife, but after thinking it over, she found it reasonable.

After all, every time Luo Guanyun faced a decision, he would rather take a bold gamble than sit back and wait for doom.

She supported Luo Guanyun’s decision to sell the spear to extend his life, but she was not familiar with Meng Chuan and worried he might not be up to the task.

Internally, she was determined to persuade Luo Meng once again.

People make the future, Ren Ping said nothing, just held onto her husband.

...

It was rare to have free time during the day to teach Meng Chuan.

Luo Guanyun adjusted his mindset and brought him into the Martial Arts Chamber within the villa to practice fists.

Luo Guanyun instructed:

"One day without practice, your hands and feet slow down; two days without practice, you lose half your skills; three days without practice, you’re back to a beginner; four days without practice, you’re just staring."

"Even though today is New Year’s Eve, you still have to practice fists and not be lazy."

Meng Chuan nodded in understanding. Although he had a permanent certificate, ensuring he wouldn’t forget what he learned,

the increase in martial arts skills’ proficiency still requires hitting punch after punch.

They practiced until five in the afternoon before both left the Martial Arts Chamber.

Luo Guanyun, while walking, said:

"At this rate, in a few days your Cannon Fist will reach perfection.

When practicing later, pay attention to the core power in your waist. Only when the waist and horse are in sync can the power be transmitted better."

"Understood, Master Luo. After reaching perfection with Cannon Fist, what fist skill should I practice next?"

"You’ll know when the time comes. The most taboo thing in practicing fists is impatience, so I’m not telling you now to avoid you overthinking it."

"I understand."

Luo Guanyun went out drinking with his old friends from Northern United University in the evening, while Ren Ping prepared to go to her daughter’s house, giving Meng Chuan a ride along the way.

In the car, it was Meng Chuan’s first time being alone with his master’s wife, which inevitably made him a bit uneasy.

Ren Ping, with her keen eye, could see Meng Chuan’s thoughts and opened her mouth to adjust the atmosphere:

"Xiaomeng, which Martial Arts University do you plan to apply to in the future?"

"Northern United University, I suppose. The newly established Lishan campus is close to home and my master."

"Then you’ll have to work hard. My daughter, Luo Meng, is a graduate of Northern United University. After graduation, she stayed on to become a teacher. If you get in, she might even teach you."

Northern United University is one of the nine special Martial Arts Universities, known for its high entry requirements for students and even more stringent criteria for hiring teachers.

As Meng Chuan had heard from others during casual chats,

only young Martial Arts Masters who broke the second limit before 35 years old might be barely retained as teachers, and even then, passing the probationary period is uncertain.

It seems that the teacher’s daughter, Luo Meng, is quite outstanding.

Then why is there tension in the relationship between father and daughter?

Meng Chuan didn’t know, but since Master Luo didn’t mention it, he wouldn’t pry.

"I’ll do my best, madam."

"Keep it up!"

With that, Ren Ping silently added in her heart.

"Work hard, don’t let your master down."

After dinner at home in the evening, Meng Chuan accompanied his uncle and aunt to watch the New Year’s Eve show for a while.

The shows are the same old routine every year, making Meng Chuan feel bored, not as thrilling as martial arts competitions.

Remembering that he hadn’t done today’s Pile Skill practice yet, he got up and bade goodnight to his uncle and aunt, heading back to his room to assume the postures.

In the bedroom,

Meng Chuan adjusted his breathing rhythm, then spread his feet shoulder-width apart, slightly turning toes forward to maintain parallel, and let his waist slightly sink, engaging his core.

Once settled, both the waist and legs exerted force together, providing stable support and vaguely forming a perfect "human" shape.

[Taiyi Three Talents Posture: Human Posture (47%) Pending Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Dawn Dusk Comprehension (Basic)]

He remembered a saying often repeated by Master Luo.

"The cultivation of Pile Skill represents your body’s acceptance level of Qi Blood. As the saying goes, practicing fists without practicing the postures means a lifetime of emptiness."

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