With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 50: Silver Base, Golden Lion

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Silver Base, Golden Lion

Although the Celestial King Level is not currently the pinnacle of human combat power, Zhao Yingchun is nonetheless the master of the pinnacle!

Currently, the global pinnacle of human combat power, [Celestial King Great Saint Zhao Linyuan], is his direct disciple, personally trained by him.

In the old days before the establishment of Great Chu, martial arts were mainly composed of Jianghu sects and clans, and martial arts families and aristocracies.

Zhao Yingchun was born into a martial arts family with strict bloodline rules. However, during the turmoil within and outside Great Chu, he resolutely abandoned his family identity to follow the founding ancestor in establishing the nation.

Ultimately breaking the barriers of sects and families, he led the famous Tianshan Reform.

Replacing the sect system with university schools, gradually combining martial arts with technology, and initiating the modernization of Qi Blood martial arts system.

From then on, Great Chu officially entered the era of national martial arts!

If it were any other Celestial King level powerhouse, Luo Guanyun would definitely not lose his composure like this.

But for a master of a Great Saint, a founding hero of Great Chu, a character of such legendary status wanting to meet Meng Chuan, it might drive anyone else completely insane.

Luo Guanyun attempted to suppress his emotions, slowly saying to Meng Chuan:

"Chairman Zhao wants to meet you."

Meng Chuan suddenly became nervous, momentarily unsure of what to say.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Junfeng chuckled:

"Shock, huh? Is Meng Chuan nearby? When I got this news, my shock wasn’t much less than yours."

"Calm down, Chairman Zhao just wants to see who can modify the National Righteous Fist on his basis, without any other intentions."

"Remember to come to the Martial Arts Association on time, 2 PM in the afternoon, don’t forget!"

After the phone call ended, Luo Guanyun sat on the sofa full of thoughts:

"Chuan’er, when we meet the Chairman this afternoon, be sure to be respectful. Just answer truthfully to any questions Chairman Zhao asks, and don’t be nervous!"

"Got it, Master."

Meng Chuan felt that his master’s nervousness seemed even greater than his own.

He looked like a school child awaiting a teacher’s spot check on his texting, feeling restless on the sofa.

After haphazardly eating a bit, Luo Guanyun, eager and unable to contain himself, dragged Meng Chuan to the Martial Arts Association.

Upon arrival, Meng Chuan found he knew this location very well due to his frequent visits here for testing the National Righteous Fist.

Bai Junfeng had been waiting here for a while, and when he saw Luo Guanyun bringing Meng Chuan along, he got up to greet him.

"Here you are, Old Luo. Chairman Zhao got held up on the road, so let’s first receive the awards and honors, and wait for Chairman Zhao after finishing up the other processes."

Luo Guanyun let out a big sigh of relief:

"Ah, finally I can rest easy, this journey here had me feeling all jittery."

"What are you jittery about? Chairman Zhao is meeting Meng Chuan, it has nothing to do with you."

Luo Guanyun puffed out his beard and glared:

"You old bald eagle, Meng Chuan is my disciple, so what’s the problem?"

Meng Chuan heard his master giving others nicknames again, remembering the previous "Bald Ape" nickname for Long Jiu the Chief Inspector, couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

"Think less of me in front of the kid, stop rambling. Old Luo, you wait here, I’ll take Meng Chuan to receive the awards."

Martial Artists emphasize efficiency, avoiding excessive formalities.

In no time, the two of them walked out from the [Hall of Honor].

What’s most attention-grabbing is the silver medal in Meng Chuan’s hand, with golden glints shimmering at the center.

"Great Chu Silver Foundation Gold Lion Medal."

The back of the medal is engraved with four sturdy, small characters: [Facing Danger and Taking Action].

Luo Guanyun reached out to take Meng Chuan’s Silver Medal, feeling a surge of emotion:

"I fought life and death for seven days and nights at Dream Lake to earn a Silver Medal, you kid surely have good luck."

"With a Silver Medal, one can travel freely within Great Chu, using any public transportation without ticket lines, and having lifetime free public healthcare."

Luo Guanyun returned the medal to Meng Chuan:

"These are just basic privileges and also enjoy a 10% discount throughout the Martial Arts Association shopping website, with extra points added to martial arts exams for you or your children within three generations."

"The specific addition is decided by each martial arts university annually, but even in the nine special martial arts universities, the minimum is three extra points."

"Keep it well, you can place it at home later. These privileges will be displayed and activated on your citizen ID card, no need to carry the medal with you when going out."

Meng Chuan, after hearing this, checked his electronic citizen ID card on the phone.

Overall, nothing changed much, only the avatar position at the upper left corner of the identity card bottomed with silver lion-head patterns flickering with his finger touch, instantly increasing its prestige.

Bai Junfeng stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Xiaomeng, you need to keep up the good work, above the Silver Lion Medal there’s the Golden Tiger, Diamond Dragon, and the Supreme Pillar of the Country Medal."

"At such a young age to receive the Silver Lion Medal, at your age, I hadn’t even seen the Bronze Eagle, haha."

Meng Chuan’s mood was a bit exciting at the moment. After being in this world for nearly 17 years, he had long seen himself as part of Great Chu.

Now receiving the Silver Lion honor, his usually calm heart could no longer resist feeling excitement.

Bai Junfeng understood Meng Chuan’s feelings at this moment, waited for him to calm down before continuing:

"1.5 million prize money has also been transferred to your account, expedited by the bank for processing.

by tonight, you should see the deposit notification message. If there are any issues, you can contact me, and then..."

Before Bai Junfeng finished speaking, an assistant approached and whispered a few words in his ear, changing Bai Junfeng’s expression.

"Let’s hurry, Chairman Zhao has arrived and is currently at the [Cloud Mist Pavilion]."

About to meet the martial arts legend, Meng Chuan’s mood, which had just calmed, was stirred up again.

Outside the Cloud Mist Pavilion banquet hall.

Meng Chuan politely knocked on the door, waiting, then the door was gently opened by an invisible hand.

A middle-aged man wearing Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram attire sat at the head of the table, his posture as upright and steady as a pine tree, his face as sturdy as though chiseled by an axe. The nearly 500-year-old changes of time seemed invisible, except for his eyes, enriched and profound, reserved yet powerful through the passage of time.

Meng Chuan looked at the man, as though looking up to a god.

His heart involuntarily uttered a sigh.

"A living legend."

"Xiaomeng, come in and sit. I’ve seen your National Righteous Fist; you’re a kid with very original ideas."

Zhao Yingchun’s voice was kind but resolute, pulling Meng Chuan from his dreams back to reality.

"This year marks the 437th year since Great Chu’s founding. Since the launch of National Righteous Fist, it has undergone revisions and improvements across thirty-four generations. Now, you’ve added a significant stroke to it; congratulations, Meng Chuan."

After a momentary pause, he continued:

"Do you know? When the analysis group reported your information to me, I was wondering, why a kid, an underage? My first thought was, isn’t this nonsense? How could a 16-year-old child improve this version of National Righteous Fist?"