With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 306 - 278: Cultivation Methods, Demonic Thoughts, an

At the sa ti, just one cycle was completed.

ng Chuan felt that the amount of Qi Blood in his ridians had slightly increased.

If quantified, it could be around 0.5 or so.

This was after the Thunder Seed took its share; ng Chuan estimated it at least "embezzled" over 30%.

He hurriedly started the second circulation, while thinking to himself:

"Impressive, worthy of the Tao Heart Demon Seed Divine Skill. Just one operation can increase so much Qi Blood..."

Not every core thod of True Skill has such an effect.

ng Chuan estimated, when Master Lu ran his interdiate core thod once, it would be impressive to add around 0.3 Qi Blood...

With the start of the second cycle, ng Chuan still felt alright.

Although there was a slight discomfort during operation, it was far from comparable to the discomfort of Earth Posture.

Seeing his disciple beaming with joy, Luo Guanyun knew he had tasted the "sweetness," and said calmly from the side:

"Although the core thod is good, do not beco too greedy.

Ordinary people can practice six or seven tis a day, but then the body and six apertures cannot endure it, requiring a rest of more than eighteen hours before practicing again.

Generally, the better the foundation, the stronger the body’s resilience, and the better the endurance of the six apertures.

Today, you will practice to the extre. I will oversee you and set the baseline frequency for the future."

Ti passed slowly until three in the afternoon.

Ren Ping knocked on the door again to call them for a al, but Luo Guanyun waved him away.

"Over four hours, a full ten circulations, and this kid looks extrely relaxed..."

He realized he had underestimated ng Chuan’s physical resilience.

anwhile, under the refining of internal breath, ng Chuan’s physical sensation beca more and more intense.

But a full seven new Qi Blood also made his blood vessels surge.

Currently, in ng Chuan’s mind, there was only one thought, and that was satisfaction!

Under introspection, after the sixth cycle, the Thunder Seed retracted into the Primordial Spirit and no longer participated in the "division."

It was already filled...

"Can you still endure it?"

Luo Guanyun was a little worried, ng Chuan was too enduring, and he feared the kid was just holding on.

"It’s not a big problem."

Two hours later, Luo Guanyun was already numb.

After twelve cycles, ng Chuan noticed that the six apertures under introspection were getting darker.

Running another cycle made no change in internal breath, nor did any new Qi Blood appear.

"Looks like my body can still hold on, but the apertures can’t withstand it any longer..."

He then stopped, looked at the panel in his mind, and saw the skill level of Tao Heart Demon Seed had increased by 1%.

[Tao Heart Demon Seed: Fundantal Chapter: First Layer (1%) → (2%)]

This was expected. For most martial artists, to break through to the second major threshold,

one must first cultivate the core thod to the perfection of the third layer, which takes at least five years.

After a full day of practice, being able to improve the proficiency by 1% was already very fast.

Even though the difficulty of subsequent layers will increase just like fist skills with progress in proficiency.

He is much faster than most martial artists, being able to fully cultivate the first layer within six months is not a problem.

"My Earth Posture practice is even faster, at this pace, filling Qi Blood at the Baihui for its transformation before June should not be an issue."

By then, when facing the Fierce Tiger King, Motohiko, he would have more confidence.

Moreover, ng Chuan had a premonition that after the six apertures transform, their endurance will surely improve.

By then, he might be able to operate a few more cycles each day, greatly accelerating the accumulation of Qi Blood.

Luo Guanyun saw that his disciple finally stopped, walked up, and patted his shoulder, saying:

"Not bad... Looks like I don’t have to worry about your journey to Martial Arts Master."

After advancing to the Martial Arts Master, the Thunder Seed will beco particularly active.

Luo Guanyun at the ti practiced Qi Blood desperately every day, alternating core thods and fist skills, and still couldn’t satisfy it.

Even if the disciple will be like him then, there is no way with the Thunder Seed, but it will be much easier.

If ng Chuan reaches the Martial Arts Master and cannot have a perfect Qi Blood to advance to Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Luo Guanyun had already thought of a way...

He planned to help ng Chuan mimic the thod he used to advance to Martial Arts Grandmaster...

Take the disciple on a trip to Japan, and by then, [Artificial Demon Seed, Assist in Ascending the Heavens].

By that ti, the master and disciple would be no different from martial artists of the Demon Path...

"Living is more important than anything else..."

Before it cos to that, maybe ng Chuan could give him a surprise.

After all, all along the way, he had been "creating miracles."

...

The family had left him a al, so ng Chuan left first.

Luo Guanyun left as well, heading straight to the martial arts hall.

He knew Ren Ping was waiting for him in the living room, wanting to say sothing...

Luo ng was definitely called back by Ren Ping, and Luo Guanyun was naturally glad if she was willing to return ho.

After all, Luo ng was his biological daughter, sharing the sa blood.

However, he knew exactly what she was planning.

If soone passed down the Thunder thod, she ca back?

No problem, he had plenty of family happiness, plenty of father-daughter ti.

Everything was there, except for money...

In summary, Luo Guanyun wouldn’t spend a penny, focusing on companionship...

...

anwhile, in Fengtian City.

In the Master’s residence deep within the Northern United University’s main campus.

"Hong’Er, I’ve heard that your formidable rival advanced to a Martial Arts Family a few days ago."

Upon hearing the master’s words, Motohiko was seated cross-legged, tempering his ntal thods, and did not imdiately respond.

Behind him vaguely appeared the silhouette of a fierce tiger, with the embryonic form of the Elephant Form Sect’s Martial Arts Master, a three-point Dharmakaya embryonic form.

As another cycle ended, the fierce tiger revealed its fangs and roared towards the sky.

The next mont, it transford into formless Qi and vanished.

This is the core thod of the [Luwu Demon-Repelling Skill], created personally by Master Shang Ruyi.

Feeling his Qi Blood grow stronger, Motohiko’s face showed delight.

He responded:

"No problem, Master. That ng Chuan is slow in every step. Your disciple is confident that by June, my Qi Blood will be abundant enough to vary my third major orifice.

By then, just the sheer amount of Qi Blood will be enough to crush him. The insignificant [Infinite Fist] won’t make waves."

Shang Ruyi said solemnly:

"Don’t be careless, the value of a national champion is not low.

I heard ng Chuan has a particularly robust physique. There are examples where overwhelming strength trumps ten techniques. Relying solely on Qi Blood to suppress him might be slightly challenging.

You have now broken through the first layer of the mind technique; the amount of Tiger Form True Qi is already sufficient. Today, I shall teach you a set of True Skill Fist Technique, [Evil Tiger Expelling Ghosts].

With the massive Qi Blood empowernt, paired with the True Skill Fist, the Martial Extre True Inheritance will be beyond doubt!"

"Thank you, Master!"

...

Celestial Master Mansion, Xuantan Hall.

With the blue smoke from incense wafting, the national runner-up, now [Crane Water Cloud Sky · Luo Qin], knelt on one knee to greet his master.

Dragon Tiger Mountain, an ancient Daoist sect, had long maintained the daily tradition of paying respects to the master.

After the greetings, Luo Qin stood up slowly, and said:

"Master, before I ascend to the top of the Heavenly Pivot, I wish to resolve a matter in my heart."

The purple-robed old Daoist had his eyes half-closed, a copper coin suspended and played within his palm.

"Qin’er, you broke through half a month earlier than that little brute, can you be certain?"

He knew Luo Qin’s intentions — nothing more than wanting to reclaim his dignity lost in Shanghai.

The passion of youth naturally needs to be expressed with one’s treasured sword.

Luo Qin said solemnly:

"Recently, the disciple has comprehended a move and a half within the Beast King Map. This northern journey aims for honing skills and repaying the sha of the past days."

The symbolic creature [Crane Daozi] within him is the image of his Dao.

Having been bitten and injured by the fat snake’s sneak attack that day, though it has been restored now, the crack in his heart remains unrepaired.

The purple-robed old Daoist nodded; what the other desires is nothing other than the rivalry among the younger generation.

Having lived for a century, he sees these things clearly and lightly.

Choosing Luo Qin as his third direct disciple is purely due to his extraordinary [Comprehension], hoping he can fully inherit his legacy.

Hearing his disciple’s words stirred his heart slightly.

"Oh? What move have you comprehended? Show ."

"I beg your pardon, Master."

In the next instant, Luo Qin’s True Martial Magic Sword [Chenting] suddenly unsheathed.

He twisted his wrist and made a straightforward stab, yet it left the old Daoist smacking his lips in recollection.

A mont later, he nodded and said:

"The Crane Form technique that freezes the soul... quite interesting."

The purple-robed old Daoist flicked the copper coin with his fingertip and continued pondering:

"I shall accompany you on this northern journey."

Luo Qin was perplexed; he was already a Martial Arts Family expert.

In ancient tis, such a person would be a Daoist True Man level top-tier expert; why would he still need a master’s protection?

It’s just a matter of sparring; there’s no need for such asures...

But he couldn’t defy his master’s orders, thus he turned and left.

He wanted to tighten his practice before the journey.

Seeing the disciple walk away, the old Daoist frowned into a straight line while gazing at the copper coin in his hand.

With the shift of Heart Spirit, a huge Qi vein erged and then consolidated into a dragon, all poured into the copper coin.

As the augury coin disintegrated into fine powder, still no hexagram manifested.

"Is there anomaly in the north, or is it the Infinite Fist that is unusual?"

Or perhaps, both are anomalous...

...

In a blink, it was two days later.

At Yong’an campus of Northern United University.

Recently, the key news on campus was about the [national champion] being promoted to the first major limit Martial Arts Family.

Upon ng Chuan’s return to school, the first thing he did was to bid farewell to his classmates from the Martial Artist Grandmaster Class.

Despite not having much interaction, their sparring in Martial Arts Theory Class left so camaraderie.

In the True Dragon Pavilion.

Xu Qingfeng saw ng Chuan from afar and laughed:

"Hey, is the Infinite Fist back?"

"..."

ng Chuan fell silent, Xu Qingfeng being just as cheeky as ever.

"Xiaoxu, how are you speaking to Martial Arts Family predecessors?"

ng Jiaolong walked over, sizing up ng Chuan, who had advanced to Martial Arts Family.

"...Slimr?"

She quite liked ng Chuan’s current physique, balanced yet powerful, with two large tendons stretching from the forearm all the way to the wrist.

Hmm... it’s said the thicker the wrist bone, the bigger the dragon...

ng Chuan nodded with a smile, not bothering to point out the issue with his physique; explaining would be too troubleso.

The only one who saw ng Chuan "transform" that night, Xu Qingfeng, also didn’t reveal it.

"Looks like it’s my secret to know about Laong..."

Xu Qingfeng secretly rejoiced in his heart and wouldn’t tell anyone else.

Because he had accumulated so points to gamble on ng Chuan.

Although he bet more points on Motohiko, the odds for Laong were higher!

Recalling the terrifying stature of Laong that night, Xu Qingfeng couldn’t help but mourn for Motohiko.

Because back then, ng Chuan hadn’t even beco a Martial Arts Family yet...