With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 234 - 218: Above the Rules, Confrontation of Zen Mec

Subsequently, he explained:

"Old Zhao, you’re a step too late, ng Chuan has already signed a no-test contract with Northern United University.

Moreover, your Wudang is too far from ho, and my disciple is not willing to go."

"No-test? Your disciple isn’t attending that Grandmaster class?"

Zhao Shousui was puzzled and imdiately said:

"I can guarantee you right now, our Wudang can pay the contract termination fee, wouldn’t it be better for ng Chuan to attend the Dao Seeking class."

Although, nowadays is an era where geniuses appear in droves.

But soone like ng Chuan with the talent of [Purple Cloud Dragon] is still extrely rare.

Just like a Martial Arts Grandmaster, each such student adds to the school’s foundation.

Luo Guanyun explained:

"The contract he signed is for the Grandmaster class, and the breach penalty is in the tens of millions...

Alright, I’ll agree on behalf of ng Chuan, and you don’t need to pay the United University, just give it directly to my disciple.

I can talk to him, acknowledging you as a god grandfather or godfather is no problem."

"..."

Zhao Shousui restrained himself and didn’t curse him.

Northern United University’s move has broken the rules, and Zhao Shousui couldn’t help but ask:

"So according to you, ng Chuan doesn’t want to be too far from ho, so he’s attending the Yong’an branch, not the Fengtian main campus.

Could it be that Venerable Yang Huan is acting on his own, not afraid of Celestial King Sui’s bla?"

Luo Guanyun laughed and said:

"Not so, as I understand it, this matter was first proposed by none other than Celestial King Sui himself.

Why is he the number one Celestial King, and why do the four United Universities have the montum to surpass the rest?

You ancient Buddhist and Daoist relics must reflect on this properly."

Zhao Shousui fell silent, still feeling sothing amiss in his heart.

But since Northern United University set a precedent, future recruitnt battles among universities would beco more intense.

He decided to discuss it with the old head to see if Wudang should follow suit.

Wudang Sect, having survived countless tumultuous storms, managed to endure from the chaotic past to the present and even beca one of the nine Special Martial Arts Universities, surely has its survival wisdom.

Quanzhen, Shangqing, Lingbao, and Shenxiao, these powerful Daoist sects from ancient tis, once equaled Wudang and Celestial Master Mansion.

Nowadays, they have gradually declined and have been mostly annexed, becoming branches of Wudang or Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Celestial Master Mansion.

Those who survived have also lost influence, far from matching the magnitude of the two.

Likewise, the Buddhist sects, old Shaolin, Yanhua, and Ei, along with Zen Sect, Pure Land Sect, Tiantai Sect, and other large sects,

remain thriving today, with only Shaolin, Yanhua, and Ei continuing to prosper.

Why is it that only five can beco the present [Special Martial Arts University] from among the many grand sects of the past?

It’s because they followed the trend of the Qi Blood Martial Arts Era and succeeded in seizing the opportunity.

Now that Northern United University has set a precedent, waiving the testing for [Grandmaster Class], it intensifies the recruitnt battle.

This is no different than overriding the nationwide martial arts examination rules set by Great Chu.

"Northern United University has already taken action, presumably the other three United Universities are also quietly making moves.

Wudang must start taking action as well."

Zhao Shousui thought to himself, although this matter seems small now, in a few years, the results will be clear.

If all nine Special Martial Arts Universities start doing this and incur Great Chu’s bla?

It doesn’t matter, it’s not opposing the country, at the end of the day... it’s all for the benefit of the populace.

As for how to proceed specifically, it’s up to the headmaster to decide, Wudang has the ability and resources for this...

...

anwhile, at the Lingfei Martial Arts Dojo in Wu’an City, ng Chuan spent money to book a small ring room.

On the ring, Wang Ye’s steps were swift as a loach, and the Tai Chi Sword in his hand moved like a dragon.

ng Chuan’s body was so tough, the edge of the alloy sword felt like a tickle against his skin; with a backhand punch, the fierce wind echoed throughout the martial arts dojo.

The gust blew over his head, scattering Wang Ye’s topknot.

He beca increasingly shocked as he fought, feeling like he was dancing on a tightrope, and if he wasn’t careful, one hit would lay him flat.

"No wonder Xu Nuo couldn’t beat him... he’s a monster."

His strength was indeed far below ng Chuan, but what puzzled him was every ti his limbs made contact, he felt a mysterious rebound force.

Moreover, there was a strange aura around ng Chuan, which shocked him the most.

They had already exchanged over three hundred moves, and he was growing stronger as they fought, his montum getting heavier without losing any stamina.

"Damn..."

Wang Ye wore a bitter expression, wishing he hadn’t agreed to co to the dojo with ng Chuan...

ng Chuan waited for him to show signs of exhaustion and after grappling for a while, seized the opportunity to rush in and delivered a solid blow with Yaksha Sea Exploration!

To avoid injury, ng Chuan didn’t apply his full force, but still pinned Wang Ye down to the ground.

"Hiss... damn it, take it easy! My shoulder is killing !"

If it weren’t for the Great Success Level Qi Nourishing Armor Technique protecting him, he felt like his shoulder blade would have shattered.

"Sorry, Daoist Wang, let rub it for you, let’s continue!"

ng Chuan helped him up, continuing to "tornt" Wang Ye with different techniques.

Using Five Elents Fist and Thunder Burst Hand, two top-notch fist skills, he alternated styles, honing his proficiency from opponents.

His style was really similar to Xu Qingfeng, yet stronger.

He felt that Wang Ye’s strength was approximately five tis that of Xu.

Xu Qingfeng was already one of the top young talents in Yong’an City.

But compared to soone like Wang Ye, a genius-level player from the main campus of a Special Martial Arts University, he was still a bit inexperienced.

But Xu Qingfeng was still young, and the future held endless possibilities for him.

ng Chuan felt that his ability to comprehend the power of will like the "Cloud Intent" at the Seventh Gate proved his exceptional talent.

In the future, once he entered the university departnt and received better training, there was potential for a surge.

Ti flew by in the exchange of punches and kicks.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged six to seven hundred moves, and ng Chuan took a spare mont to glance at the status panel, giving Wang Ye a thumbs up in his heart.

"Truly a top-tier experience baby..."

After another half hour, ng Chuan sat on the edge of the ring to adjust his breath while Wang Ye was already lying tired on the ground.

"Daoist Wang, your stamina is lacking a bit. Wasn’t your energy high when you were flirting with that woman in black stockings during the morning competition?"

"..."

Wang Ye was too exhausted to speak.

When sparring with ng Chuan, he had to keep both his spirit and body highly concentrated; it wasn’t the sa!

As they waited for the sunset, after Wang Ye had rested for a while, ng Chuan curiously asked:

"Daoist Wang, surely there are many Daoists in the Wudang Sect that practice ’Qi Nourishing Armor Technique’ or ’Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body’."

Do you know if anyone has reached such a level, for example, fully controlling their entire muscle body, able to change and reshape their form at will?"

ng Chuan was inquiring about information on muscle body transformation.

If the Wudang Daoists could achieve it, it might serve as a good reference.

Wang Ye had recovered considerably by now, he thought for a mont and doubtfully said:

"What are you thinking... it’s impossible.

I have never heard of anyone practicing these hard skills and reaching ’Transforming like a ch’.

At most, they only increase the density of the muscles and bones, or enhance their physical control.

The kind of body transformation you ntioned, like shape-shifting, that’s beyond human, it’s monstrous.

Even an expert like my teacher, a Martial Arts Grandmaster specializing in hard skills, is just constantly breaking the limits of the flesh and elevating the physical ceiling, but not becoming inhuman..."

"Thank you, Daoist Wang, I understand now."

ng Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

Originally, he thought that a horizontal training strongman like Grandmaster Zhao, with invincible flesh, might be capable of achieving his previous conception of a muscle body.

Not to ntion the hundreds of ters tall Dharma Heaven and Earth, at least transforming like a strongman of the Elephant Form Sect.

Transforming into a giant ape or a fierce tiger and such, allowing one’s shape to change.

ng Chuan quietly thought to himself:

"It seems I was mistaken, perhaps the conception in my heart will be my own unique capability."

Just like when he fought Xu Nuo this morning, the kick that shaved the other’s head.

If he could have made his leg ’longer’ or ’faster’ at that mont.

That kick would have determined the outco.

"Daoist Wang, thank you for your hard work today, you go rest first, I’ll practice a bit more on my own."

The sun began to set, and ng Chuan shook off the dust on his body, preparing to practice punches and see if he could trigger ’Morning and Evening Enlightennt’.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye was awed to his core.

His master had vaguely ntioned before how terrifyingly tenacious ng Chuan’s martial heart was.

He was a bit unconvinced back then, but today he was amazed like a small knife cutting into the butt...

"Brother ng is truly a relentless person, from now on I shall be the little brother, I’m convinced."

Wang Ye bowed and took his leave, at this mont, not only was his body aching, but his spirit was utterly exhausted, having no desire to practice punches at all.

Exiting the Martial Arts Dojo, Wang Ye rubbed his aching back, murmuring in his heart:

"Competing in the morning, sparring with for over a thousand moves in the afternoon, and still practicing punches in the evening, truly a monster..."

He felt that people like ng Chuan were born to accomplish great things.

Even without martial arts talent, just sheer willpower could achieve sothing significant.

After Wang Ye left, ng Chuan trained from day to night.

Even if the effect of ’Morning and Evening Enlightennt’ did not trigger, he kept diligently practicing martial arts techniques.

His muscles were taut like rock, covered with terrifying steel cable-like blue veins, moving with his actions.

Every punch from ng Chuan landed solidly, overflowing with power.

Next, he would wait for the Limit Breaking ’Flesh Flower’, to verify his hypothesis...

...

Early the next morning.

At the Taihang True Dragon Martial Arts Competition Center.

ng Chuan stood proudly, watching the situation unfold from the sidelines!

Today, his main focus was on the first match, the decisive battle between Zheng Chengcheng and Jueming.

At exactly nine o’clock, the host excitedly shouted:

"Today, two great Buddhist masters gather in Wu’an, one with Zen Heart like a mountain, the other with Buddha Intent like a sea.

In Yanhua Shaolin, who will have the last laugh? Let’s wait and see!"

At that mont, Jueming, dressed in plain monk robes, and the lavishly clad Zheng Chengcheng stood on either side.

The gentle breeze blew by, and although they were both Buddhists, the atmosphere inexplicably grew heavier.

The conflicts within the Buddhist sect were far more brutal than ordinary people imagined.

The Yanhua and Shaolin factions held different interpretations and practices of Buddhist principles, even their cultivation and preaching styles were vastly different.

Jueming, in plain robes with a bald head, had eight burn marks on his forehead gleaming under stage lights. In contrast, Zheng Chengcheng, with her elegant black hair flowing like a waterfall, presented a stark contrast.

Though their skills were yet to be showcased, their verbal Zen clashes were already underway.

On the ring, Zheng Chengcheng looked at her opponent’s "retro" appearance and suddenly chuckled:

"The Yanhua ’Mahavairocana Sutra’ says, ’The Bodhicitta is the cause, Great Compassion is the foundation’. Jueming, the little monk’s pose, seems to align with Shaolin’s ’literary-less’ stance and its wild ditative tradition."