With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 123 - 112: Esoteric Sect Ritual, Killing Intent Cult

ng Chuan shattered several more wooden stakes; the destructive power of the Cannon Fist was too great. If he were to let loose completely, the dojo’s floor would be worn bare in two days.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the iron core stakes nearby.

"No way, I can’t break through the iron core ones. I won’t be able to observe the effects of different exertion techniques."

Just then, Le Ping ca over with ng Chuan’s cup.

"Brother Chuan, have so water and take a break. You’ve been hitting all afternoon; you need to balance work and rest."

Watching Le Ping approach, ng Chuan suddenly had a bold idea.

He casually picked up a soft armor left on the ground, used by other low-level martial arts students to prevent injuries during practice.

ng Chuan held the armor and walked directly towards Le Ping, then put it on him.

"Brother Ping, I haven’t asked you for much, have I? Can you do a favor? I only need to practice for a little while."

.....

Changyue Square Street.

At Chen Tie’s ho.

In early August, ng Chuan took a sumr break with the senior high school martial arts students.

At school, he had already made arrangents with Teacher Chen Tie.

As long as he was free, he would et daily at 9 AM at his ho, unfailingly.

Chen Tie’s living room was quite large. ng Chuan single-handedly picked up the two-ter-wide glass coffee table in the middle of the room, moving it to the wall for easier practice later.

Ti ticked away slowly.

After helping ng Chuan with the punching practice, Chen Tie also began to take off his vest.

He initially didn’t want to work overti; he wanted to enjoy a sumr vacation without having to help ng Chuan practice strikes.

But ng Chuan said he could help with his practice too, achieving great results, with acupuncture points fully engaged, which was reassuring.

So he agreed, as finding a random instructor outside wasn’t cheap.

As he took off, Chen Tie doubtfully questioned:

"I’m at Qi Blood Level Eight, plus Iron Cloth Shirt perfection; can you manage to strike ?"

ng Chuan remained silent, rely flexing his wrists.

Monts later, ng Chuan said:

"Old Tie, stand straight."

With a face full of questions, Chen Tie nevertheless followed ng Chuan’s words, standing straight like a wooden stake.

"You know the acupuncture points for the Iron Cloth Shirt, right? Don’t hit the wrong ones..."

Before he could finish speaking, ng Chuan stepped quickly towards Chen Tie with his right foot, then delivered a fierce palm strike!

"Ah! Damn it!"

Chen Tie howled miserably, his back hunching in pain like a prawn.

In ng Chuan’s mind, Cannon Fist proficiency 1.

"Ah, that felt great!"

Seeing his teacher’s displeased expression, he quickly offered a sheepish smile to appease him, saying:

"Iron Master, sorry, I didn’t control the force well enough. Let’s try again."

Chen Tie rubbed his waist and stood up straight again; he indeed felt a bit of sensation from the Iron Cloth Shirt acupuncture points, so he decided to give ng Chuan another chance.

"Do we have a grudge or sothing for you to use so much force? Take it easy; we need to keep going for half an hour."

ng Chuan felt a thrill in his heart, thinking, half an hour ought to gain quite a bit of proficiency.

"Are you ready, Iron Master? My Cannon... I an, my striking force control isn’t that great, so give feedback promptly so I can adjust."

The crisp sound of his wrist snapping continued to echo, while the Cannon Fist unleashed itself on Chen Tie with abandon!

"The feedback from a real person is indeed better, far superior to wooden stakes or soft armor, and there’s even real-ti vocal feedback."

"The force was too light, not enough stimulation to the acupoints."

"Hey, hey, hey, that’s too heavy, ease up."

After half an hour, both of them were satisfied, and ng Chuan helped Teacher Chen Tie apply the Muscle Regeneration Ointnt on his back.

The process of applying the ointnt was also quite painful, with the corners of Chen Tie’s mouth twitching.

"Xiaong, your Iron Arm training hasn’t been in vain; the force was quite penetrating, and the acupoints really feel swollen now."

"As long as it works. Continue tomorrow?"

"Continue!"

.....

As the effects of the Esoteric Oil on his arms began to manifest, ng Chuan’s arms felt an itchy peeling sensation.

Looking at the panel again, he imdiately realized that the Doma Iron Arm was about to break through.

After finishing applying the ointnt for Chen Tie, ng Chuan hurried to the side.

He took out the specially prepared aroma lamp and a gray-brown scroll scripture from his bag, with bold words printed on it: Sutra of Rebirth Great Chu Pinyin Version.

At that mont, Chen Tie was applying ointnt to his own stomach and didn’t notice ng Chuan’s actions.

He set up the items one by one, then sat cross-legged on the cushion.

"Iron Master, don’t say anything for now; please stay quiet."

These preparatory rituals are necessary for an Esoteric Hard Skills breakthrough.

Then he lit the aroma lamp and began chanting the completely incomprehensible scripture, following the pinyin.

Upon hearing ng Chuan jabber away, Chen Tie stopped applying the ointnt, looked up at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

ng Chuan didn’t respond; the entire process couldn’t be interrupted by talking, so he made a shushing gesture towards Chen Tie.

Ten minutes later, a prompt sound ca through his mind.

[Doma Iron Arm: Proficient (99%) → Perfect (1%), Awaiting Limit Breaking]

The advancent completed, ng Chuan imdiately extinguished the aroma lamp and tossed the scripture aside, providing an explanation to Chen Tie.

Chen Tie was deeply shocked; he didn’t expect the Esoteric Hard Skills to involve mysticism.

He couldn’t help but urge ng Chuan:

"You should practice less of these sinister things in the future. There might really be gods in this world,

for example, the gods like Mahakala and Avalokitesvara that most people in the Western Regions believe in. Don’t offend them and get struck by lightning."

Seeing ng Chuan discarding the sutras after using them, he knew ng Chuan treated them only as tools for cultivation, without the slightest reverence, let alone faith.

ng Chuan smiled and nodded, indicating he understood.

Master Luo had specifically told him before.

[In this world, there are no gods!]

[Even if there are, they are beings of imnse strength, strong enough to surpass the common understanding, thus earning the title of gods.]

ng Chuan sowhat agreed with Master Luo’s words, he thought to himself.

"For instance, the martial arts path where no one has yet reached the eighth limit.

The seventh limit is known as the Great Saint Realm, so for anyone who advances to the eighth limit or even breakthroughs beyond into higher unknown realms, calling them Martial God wouldn’t be inappropriate!"

...

Taking advantage of the body’s recovery after a spar, two Qi Blood novice martial artists thoroughly discussed various fantasies about the Martial God.

Once their skin gradually regained sensitivity, they reluctantly concluded their conversation.

On the tram ride ho, ng Chuan gazed at the scenery whizzing past, feeling eager inside.

He roughly calculated.

If he could constantly use the Cloud-Ascending Ladder combined with Inch Step to hurry along, he could move even faster than riding the tram.

But with the Silver dal allowing free rides, conserving energy for punching seed more worthwhile.

...

Half a month later.

Inside the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

ng Chuan stood before the iron-core pile, emanating an indescribable aura, like a ferocious beast ready to strike first!

Instantly, ng Chuan made his move, fiercely unleashing a sequence of short punches, relentlessly striking the wooden stake.

The crisp sounds of punches landed incessantly, each one imbued with a will to kill.

Wood chips flew as the punch marks indented into the iron core beneath.

The depth of willpower, even for a Martial Arts Family, lies in ceaseless learning, attempting to master its usage.

Thus, even more so for the martial artist ng Chuan. He could only choose to draw parallels, as his understanding of the wood attribute’s penetrative force grew deeper, he also beca more skilled in attaching killing intent.

At this mont, Luo Guanyun happened to finish leading a mber lesson and ca out for so fresh air.

Seeing ng Chuan practicing his willpower on the wooden stake, he approached to instruct:

"When you practice killing intent, first adjust your attitude, not with the extre emotion of wanting to tear the other apart.

But rather, try to slowly mobilize it to roam within you, embracing it as part of yourself, naturally letting it manifest,

it originally is your own unique power, it doesn’t need to be summoned out of overwhelming negative emotion,

in fact, since the first day you discovered it, it has always existed within you."

"It sounds mysterious, watch my demonstration carefully, like this."

Luo Guanyun put down his teacup, and began instructing hand in hand.

After a while, ng Chuan sowhat understood Master Luo’s aning.

"Don’t forcefully strike, just naturally attach it, treating it as a passive skill."

With this thought, ng Chuan casually threw a punch at the wooden stake.

Not good, as expected, it failed to attach, with not a hint of killing intent...

"Master Luo, I’ll practice a while longer by myself, you can rest for now."

Luo Guanyun took a sip of hot tea, then said lightly:

"No worries, you practice your own, my guidance serves as my rest.

"Those blockheads can’t even learn Cannon Fist distinctly, if they really were to train Dragon Seated Zen, it’ll take a lifeti to master."

"By the way, haven’t asked recently, have you mastered it?"

ng Chuan responded helplessly:

"Already mastered..."

Luo Guanyun encouraged:

"Good, rember to occasionally practice it during rest, can indeed relax the mind."

"Alright, continue with your punches, attack ."

ng Chuan folded his hands and said:

"Offending Master Luo."

Facing ng Chuan’s attack, Luo Guanyun waved his hands like the wind, casually neutralizing the oncoming strikes.

Suddenly the sound of breaking wind ca, ng Chuan’s wrist trembled and transford palm into fist, rapidly advancing from his hidden waist, the sharp sound directly attacked Luo Guanyun’s abdon.

Luo Guanyun showed a pleased expression, rotated his body to dodge, and countered by gripping ng Chuan’s returning fist.

"Is this Collapsing Fist? It looks perfected, with an unstoppable montum."

Luo Guanyun gently pushed, returning ng Chuan’s fist.

"Try this again, Master Luo."

ng Chuan gathered energy, his body emitted crackling sounds, each vein like old tree roots entangled around blood vessels, appearing particularly daunting in the muscular grooves, with all four hard skills fully mobilized!

He then stomped heavily, his robust physique flipped and shook the ground, lunging towards Luo Guanyun like a hungry tiger.

At a distance of three zhang, in an instant.

The strong muscles weren’t a burden to ng Chuan’s speed, but instead provided more explosive burst power.

He shook his left arm like a spring, brushed aside Master Luo’s blocking hand, imdiately followed with his right hand gripping and grabbing accompanied by a whistling wind, subtle killing intent entwined within the palm.

Luo Guanyun swiftly retreated, using his elbow to ward off ng Chuan’s colliding palm strike.

Feeling the slight numb sensation from the arm, he knew the disciple’s mastery in this strike was indeed honed!