With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 291 - 266: Mighty, the Flesh Blossom!

Returning to his senses, ng Chuan stopped thinking about it.

Let them stir trouble within his body; when his Hard Skills system was complete, they’d be suppressed thoroughly.

ng Chuan walked to Dong Yue’s dormitory, ready to start today’s training.

He glanced at the panel one last ti; barring any surprises, today would be the last practice of the Qi Nourishing Armor Technique...

[Qi Nourishing Armor Technique: Perfection (99%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Flower of Flesh (Interdiate)]

ng Chuan stood before Dong Yue’s dormitory door and knocked. At the mont he tilted his head, he happened to et eyes with Luo ng.

The lightning spark in his pupils was dazzling, causing Luo ng to instinctively raise a hand to shield his eyes.

Crack—

The door opened, and ng Chuan walked in without eting his gaze again.

...

Two hours later, the thunderous sounds of training ceased.

ng Chuan straddled a small stool to rest, as Dong Yue tossed him a can of beer, and took a swig himself.

Despite sitting on a sofa, precisely controlling True Qi for so long and striking the precise points left him ntally exhausted.

"Burp~ Xiaong, how far have you progressed in sensing Qi?"

Asked Dong Yue curiously.

How far? The ntion of it riled ng Chuan up...

For over a month now, he felt like he was wasting ti.

All that ditative insight and communion with nature, he tried every posture under the sun, yet gained little.

In the imaginary world, he’d visited multiple tis during fist practice, but in the real world, there wasn’t even a shadow...

Seeing ng Chuan’s expression, Dong Yue imdiately understood.

He laughed heartily and said:

"Xiaong, you’re just pushing yourself too hard in your regular practice.

It’s fine to relax a little, even try to completely slack off for once.

Rember, I once got drunk all night, and the next morning, in my hazy state, I suddenly entered the real world and successfully sensed Qi.

How about it, I’ve shared the secret of success with you. How about inviting Grandmaster Luo to join us for a good ti tonight?"

Hearing that Luo Guanyun was also a master of the wine path, Dong Yue was itching to try.

"...No need, Master Dong."

ng Chuan shook his head and declined; after his last drunken escapade in Shanghai, he was really not keen to try again.

Besides, he felt it was useless, as he often drank with his master, and if success could co that way, he’d have achieved it long ago...

Before leaving, Dong Yue was uncharacteristically serious, patting ng Chuan on the shoulder:

"Keep at it, Xiaong; you are a Martial Arts genius. I estimate you’ll sense Qi in a day or two.

When that happens, beco a true Martial Arts Family mber and win back the Martial Extre True Inheritance from the headquarters!"

"No problem!"

ng Chuan was a bit touched that Master Dong had such faith in him.

But what ng Chuan didn’t know was that Dong Yue trusted not him, but the third eye of Lao Yang...

...

At this ti, inside the United University’s principal’s office.

Yang Huan was quite troubled; he had been very confident in ng Chuan’s ability.

Typically, for soone like him, a top Martial Arts genius, sensing Qi would co naturally, achievable within twenty days or a month at most.

"This kid’s been stuck for over a month; what’s going on..."

ng Chuan also wasn’t like before, thinking of approaching him for "treatnt."

But Yang Huan wouldn’t be proactive either; that would be beneath him.

Their previous interactions had ng Chuan seeking him out proactively, but now the roles were reversed...

Returning to his senses, Yang Huan summoned his Divine Weapon halberd from within his Heart Spirit.

He then retrieved sothing like maintenance oil, applying it carefully.

The old injuries from the Demon Nest in Chen Cang had healed, and in a few days, he would head back to the battlefield.

While tending to his old friend, Yang Huan thought to himself:

"This is a good opportunity to avoid the situation..."

He really held little hope that ng Chuan could beat Motohiko.

Since reaching the Martial Arts Family level, Motohiko had maintained an astonishing rate of progression.

From the end of last year to now, he had consecutively diversified two major acupoints, dramatically increasing his power.

Even if ng Chuan managed to progress before the headquarters’ anniversary, the odds of victory against him were slim.

During the Martial Artist stage, ng Chuan could often challenge others of higher levels.

But within the Martial Arts Family, the hierarchy was strict; even a single acupoint difference ant a vast gap in Qi Blood, True Qi, and the wondrous applications of diversified acupoints.

If ng Chuan couldn’t progress before then, or if he lost after breaking through.

Although Yang Huan wasn’t afraid of being questioned by the teachers at the Yong’an campus, he’s the principal, and others wouldn’t dare say much.

But if it ca to that, the way everyone looked at the eye in the middle of his forehead...

To be honest, Yang Huan couldn’t take it...

...

That night, at Huaqing Pool.

ng Chuan sat naked, cross-legged atop a massive rock beside the Star Soup.

From his neck to his ankles, his skin shone with a bright purple light.

This was the external manifestation of continuous stimulation of the Qi Nourishing Armor body, the light reflected from the whole body painted the world in a purple hue.

Currently, the intensity of this thod exceeded the ultimate limits recorded in the Wudang texts.

Most martial artists find it difficult to achieve mastery, and even after achieving Perfection by chance, progress is minimal.

But ng Chuan is different. He has forcibly pushed this Hard Skills technique to the brink of Limit Breaking.

At this mont, the purple haze swirling around his body appears almost tangible, as if a thick suit of purple light armor has truly been ford.

ng Chuan twists his waist, carefully examining and comprehending, until he senses sothing and hears the faint sound of cracking emanating from his body.

Crisscrossing cracks suddenly appear on the surface of the armor, spreading over his body like spiderwebs.

ng Chuan’s expression tightens, but he remains calm.

He reaches beside him to grab a jar of ointnt, applying the dark green paste along the cracks on his body.

This was a special martial arts injury ointnt he had prepared in advance, spending a hundred credits.

It’s a prized redy used by martial arts families for post-battle recovery, very effective for external injuries, though not cheap. Yet ng Chuan gritted his teeth and secured it.

Because he had long foreseen that tonight’s Limit Breaking would be a tough battle.

Thanks to multiple Limit Breaking experiences, ng Chuan concluded that acquiring the trait of the Flesh Flower must involve physical recombination and integration.

During this ti, a massive amount of energy might be consud to complete this step; relying solely on the Body Forging Ointnt might not suffice.

Indeed, as the armor fragnts peel away like shedding skin, they reveal the newly regenerated glazed skin beneath.

Before he can feel it closely, ng Chuan suddenly lets out a low growl in pain.

A wave of extraordinarily intense pain spreads throughout his body from deep within the marrow.

Pain! So much pain!

At the mont when new skin forms, it’s as if an invisible monstrous beast is fiercely gnawing at him.

His flesh suddenly collapses inward, starting from the chest cavity.

The transformation continues; the subdermal ridians twist and rise like live snakes, causing the flesh to sink and swell alternately.

All over his body, the flesh tears and fuses repeatedly under the catalysis of the ointnt, emitting a sizzling sound like solidifying lava.

If anyone could see, ng Chuan would no longer resemble a human...

He would appear like a mountain of flesh undergoing terrifying changes, continuously warping in shape where it stands.

Ti slowly passes.

At a certain mont, the swelling flesh mountain suddenly contracts, the flesh and blood retreating like tides to the skeleton, ridians returning and flesh restructuring.

Through the intense pain, ng Chuan roars, spraying dark red blood into the air.

His spine arches like a drawn bow, the newly ford muscles devoid of the purple armor, reflecting a tallic cold light under the moonlight.

Finally, he staggers but steadies himself, his human silhouette gradually becoming clearer.

With focus, his body trembles instantaneously, shaking off the large amount of crusted blood clinging to him.

After exhaling deeply, the pain fades away, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort, as if he has truly beco the master of this body.

ng Chuan slowly stretches his arms; every inch of the newly ford muscle responds like a finely tuned machine.

He flexes his fingers, joints crackling with a sound akin to tal colliding.

When he raises his leg for a sweeping kick, the muscle groups in his thigh layer upon layer, the Achilles tendon feeling fully charged like a compressed spring.

This body, after breaking limits, finally shed all constraints, transforming into the most obedient weapon.

"The Qi Nourishing Armor Body is going to break limits."

In the courtyard.

ng Chuan, like a fierce wind, unleashes his physical strength at will.

His whole body itches so much, yet this new exterior has no flaws, so he has no choice but to run to dispel this uncomfortable sensation.

As the itch subsides, he calms down but hasn’t had ti yet to check any panels.

Currently, his flesh is undergoing invisible internal transformations and reconfigurations.

With eyes closed and introspection, dark red Qi Blood flows between the ridians, each pulsation giving birth to new intertwining fleshy roots.

The surfaces of the internal organs are covered with a dense crystalline mbrane, the heart pumping energy like purple haze to sustain the body.

Suddenly, a flesh-colored bloom ford of muscles blossoms from within the chest cavity, devouring all leftover dicinal power with each inhale!

Thus... the Limit Breaking is completed!

Strong, damned strong!

ng Chuan breathes heavily, two long white plus emitting from his nostrils.

He tilts his head back, opening his mouth; the surrounding air currents surge through his mouth, nostrils, ears, and even pores.

ng Chuan squints his eyes, the flesh-colored bloom in his chest cavity disintegrating inch by inch, its exaggerated energy coursing through his ridians to every part of his body.

Pressing his lips together, it seems a terrifying force begins to awaken from within, contorting energies spreading all around, twisting the space within a zhang.

The next mont, his figure suddenly swells to an extraordinary degree, escalating swiftly from a height of just over two ters to nearly four ters as if inflated!

The shadow cast upon the ground seems to shroud the entire courtyard in darkness.

He stands upright, looking across unobstructed by the courtyard walls, dim streetlights flickering in the distance.

"Hmm... hello?"

ng Chuan happens to lock eyes with Xu Qingfeng, leaning on the window across, observing the commotion...

Their eyes et, ng Chuan opens his gigantic white mouth in a grin, instantly shooting into the sky like a cannonball.

"Er... what the...!!!"

Xu Qingfeng’s face visibly turns white, collapsing in shock.

How did his dear friend and relative, ng Chuan, turn out like this?

Trembling, he gets up only to see emptiness outside the window, as if everything he just witnessed was rely an illusion...

...

ng Chuan’s leap, aided by Cloud Trace, keeps him briefly suspended a hundred ters high.

He spreads his arms.

Under the moonlight, he resembles a creature purely composed of piled flesh tumors, with muscles even amassed to the neck, surging upwards like a towering wall guarding his face.

In his chest, countless flesh tumors intertwine, resembling the stans at the center of a flower from afar, with densely packed dark lines radiating from the center, slightly darker than the skin tone, like...

scattered petals across the sky.