With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 345 - 314: Lost and Found, Virginal Body, and Eclect

Early the next morning, June 8th.

Huaqing Pool.

ng Chuan woke up from his sleep, did a brief morning exercise, and then went to freshen up.

Afterwards, he changed into the Red Fire Flying Dragon outfit, ready to attend the recognition ceremony.

This was specially organized by Yong’an Branch School to celebrate his acquisition of the Martial Extre True Inheritance.

Another round of speeches concluded, and applause thundered from the audience.

After speaking, he swiftly left, unwilling to use the marketing tactics of Yong’an in his "own ho"...

In Chen Qiushui’s office.

From the first mont ng Chuan saw him, the smile on his face never faded.

Chen Qiushui pulled him to sit down and said warmly:

"Xiaong, don’t get carried away, the honor of the True Inheritance is rely recognition of your martial arts path so far.

Don’t forget this original intention, keep your feet on the ground and move forward, becoming a Grandmaster is not your ultimate goal."

"Understood."

"There’s also another matter, since you represent our campus in obtaining the Martial Extre True Inheritance.

The main campus injected a large number of academic credits to subsidize Yong’an Branch School’s exchange mall."

After a brief explanation, ng Chuan understood.

In short, until next June, before the new Martial Extre True Inheritance determines the campus ownership,

Yong’an Campus will offer a fifteen percent discount on ninety percent of its items.

Only high-end martial arts resources suited for Grandmasters and above won’t be discounted.

However, such resources are a minimal portion, unrelated to the majority within the United University.

This move was indeed a "benefit to the people."

Chen Qiushui advised:

"I don’t encourage you to stop training for a year and go crazy to earn credits.

Rember, the sooner you advance in levels, the better. The earning speed at the first and second limits is incomparable.

However, it’s best to spend all your current credits this year while enjoying the discounts, also preparing for future training."

"Alright, I got it."

ng Chuan plans to go all in on Qi Armor Spirit Pills, although they’re exorbitantly priced.

However, nothing is as worthwhile as sothing that can enhance your training progress.

Just like other martial arts families, who purchase Great Pills to aid in Pile Skills to speed up Qi Blood storage.

He’s free from such worries, saving him a significant amount of money.

He naturally can’t live frugally, purchasing items that aid in refining Qi Blood, necessary spending must be done.

"Ding~"

The phone screen lit up, and as ng Chuan drank tea and checked, he found a credits transfer from Chen Qiushui.

"Grandmaster Chen, this..."

Before he could finish, Chen Qiushui said with a smile:

"This is a token from the teachers of our campus. Many teachers have accumulated quite a few credits, just waiting for this discount.

Therefore, to show their gratitude, everyone contributed 50, with eighty-five teachers totaling 4,250 credits.

I, as your supervisor, also benefited greatly from your victory, so I topped up the remaining to make it five thousand."

The credits previously transferred to Chu Yanlong were recovered, making ng Chuan feel both touched and a bit conflicted.

"There are still good people in this world..."

ng Chuan bowed in gratitude.

Grandmaster Chen is his Grandmaster Class supervisor, sharing the honor is reasonable, and doing nothing would have been appropriate.

Transferring credits to him showed a great deal of regard.

Chen Qiushui waved his hand with a smile and said:

"Alright, sit down. While we’re free now, there’s no ti like the present.

If you have any issues regarding training, bring them up, and I’ll help you solve one or two."

ng Chuan, while drinking tea, put forward his thoughts on training.

The two imdiately plunged into the sparks of martial arts inspiration collision.

Ti flew by, and due to their deep focus, only near noon did Chen Qiushui suddenly realize the ti.

She pondered secretly in her heart:

"Just in terms of martial principles, this kid, ng Chuan, is already ahead of almost all his peers..."

This is a good thing, the more you reflect, the further you can go on the martial arts path.

Learning without reflection leads to confusion!

This is also why comprehension often exceeds natural talent through repeated breakthroughs of the human body’s limits in training.

Coming back to her senses, before leaving, Chen Qiushui couldn’t help but probe:

"Xiaong, what do you think of my daughter?"

"..."

ng Chuan was a bit dumbfounded, what did she an...

He fumbled, and two words rolled out of his mouth.

"...very nice."

"Then do you want..."

"But I’m practicing Pile Skills, I need to maintain virgin..."

Before finishing his sentence, ng Chuan suddenly realized both feet were off the ground.

The sound of the wind whooshed by his ears, drawing a graceful arc outside the window.

He heard Chen Qiushui’s angry voice from inside the window:

"You little brat!"

Just before kissing the ground, ng Chuan tapped his foot and landed steadily.

He smiled bitterly inside, the virgin part was rely an excuse.

Grandmaster Chen’s anger now will be understandable once it dissipates, avoiding awkwardness in the future, which is more suitable than a direct refusal.

At his current level of hard skills, the Buddhist Sect’s hard skills’ essence won’t leak out affecting him in the slightest.

But due to having too many secrets, he wouldn’t consider settling down while his strength is insufficient, to avoid implicating others.

As for ng Jiaolong... it’s hard to say.

He should take it step by step, right now he has no ti for romantic entanglents.

However, ng Chuan is not stubborn; if he were to be with her or soone else in the future, it could be just a passing mont...

But with ng Jiaolong, it’s different, he needs to be responsible, alas...

A good man capable of freely switching between one ter eighty and five ters, naturally full of youthful vigor, sotis gets excited.

"Enough, tonight I’ll practice so Shaolin Kung Fu to calm down..."

...

Early the next morning, in a Martial Arts Dojo within Huaqing Pool.

These days Lu Zhuxiao was in high spirits.

The coveted [Gold dal Tutor], upon ng Chuan seizing the Martial Extre True Inheritance, was already in the bag!

Looking at the figure diligently practicing martial arts ahead, Lu Zhuxiao couldn’t suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Rising with the child’s success, rising with the student’s success, as ng Chuan’s Fist Skill teacher, absolutely reasonable.

He sighed inwardly, at this rate, ng Chuan might catch up to him in less than two years.

"So what, am I not still the teacher of United University Martial Extre True Inheritance? Hahaha!"

The higher ng Chuan climbed, the higher his status as a Fist Skill master rose.

"Keep going, that fist skill you ntioned earlier, the Fire Attribute True Skill fist skill taught by Professor Li.

Rember to call when you cultivate it, I’ll help check on it."

"Understood."

After finishing a round of fist skill and adjusting his breath, ng Chuan suddenly thought of sothing.

Isn’t Master Lu also practicing spear technique?

It’s just the right ti for a spar to see if my [Golden Finger] is useful, my hands have been rubbed raw from practicing...

...

The two of them casually got a straight branch from the side and used it as a spear.

"Xiaong, feeling a bit cocky?"

"Master Lu, let’s give it a try."

"Alright, co on."

The voices ceased, and the two stepped forward simultaneously.

Both using neither Power nor True Qi, purely competing with weapon techniques.

The two slender branches clashed and collided, ng Chuan’s spear technique affected by Motohiko that day, the "spearhead" shook like a fierce tiger leaping across a gorge.

anwhile, Lu Zhuxiao’s "spearhead" seed to be influenced by so sort of force-exerting technique.

Straight as a true spear stance, carrying an intense, threatening sharpness.

Pa—!

The crisp collision sound carried far away, ng Chuan put away his "great spear" to see it had broken into two halves.

Lu Zhuxiao was a bit surprised.

He had practiced spear technique for over ten years, it was quite remarkable for ng Chuan to clash with his spear.

"When did this kid learn spear technique?"

He was puzzled inwardly.

ng Chuan casually fetched another, gripping it front and back without pausing, driving forward like a thunderbolt, thrusting towards Master Lu’s chest in an instant.

He initially imitated the stance of "Wind Through Flowers" crushing down.

Since this move was easily interrupted, he decided to go direct with a thrust!

Lu Zhuxiao, being a master who imrsed himself in spear dao at the second major limit, wouldn’t be defenseless against ng Chuan’s sudden change in move.

His large hand grasped the end of the branch, dragging it on the ground to draw a perfect arc, easily blocking the fierce blade.

A downward force from the shaft, ng Chuan understood if he stubbornly competed, the outco would still be a break into two.

Pressing down with his thumb, he lowered the spearhead to circumvent the obstruction, then his palm shook, stabbing obliquely upward!

This weapon technique was taught to him by Huo Yonglin, known as the Eighteenth Style of the Huo family—Dragon Leap into Water!

"Oh, not bad."

Lu Zhuxiao showed no weakness, twisting his waist and sidestepping, his "great spear" wrapped in sharpness thrusting in, each thrust fiercer than the last.

As the spear’s edge rose, an invisible montum was gradually gathered, along with the spearhead’s advance and retreat, the montum ca attacking simultaneously.

This was spear montum!

ng Chuan’s Heart Spirit was almost at his throat, attempting to block in the rhythm of martial techniques.

After more than ten thrusts, at last, a slight gap was exposed, allowing Lu Zhuxiao to break through.

He reversed his grip to block sideways with the branch, kicked off and retreated.

With a "boom!" sound, his equipnt was once again smashed into two by Master Lu.

Lu Zhuxiao looked at ng Chuan, whose face was flushed, tossed away the branch in his hand, and laughed:

"From whom did you learn this spear technique? It feels like a little bit of everything, but nothing refined."

ng Chuan shook his head with a bitter smile.

In spear technique, Qi Jiguang Qi Shuai, Motohiko, even Huo Yonglin when still a Martial Artist, were all his teachers, teaching whatever they could...

"You haven’t practiced for long, have you? I feel you have a strong talent in spear technique as well.

If you want to achieve sothing on this path, you need to start with systematic foundational learning."

"Understood."

Finally, ng Chuan agreed with him to set aside an hour each week to practice spear techniques.

Not aiming for Divine Communication in spear dao, only hoping to use it when engaging in combat.

Weapons also have counters, he still prioritized Fist Blade.

When the situation was suitable to draw the weapon, he could also use it to defend against enemies, lest it was a waste of the [Tiger Soul] True Martial Great Spear in his hand.

Practicing only an hour a week wouldn’t delay his martial training.

"Then let’s start from today, spear soldiers are not like Fist Blade, besides being fierce, they should also be unpredictable, I’ll first teach you the four-word formula [Crash, Point, Pierce, Chop]."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Lu!"

"Your ti is tight for martial practice, let’s skip the idle talk and begin."

...

Ti seed to pass faster during martial practice.

Occasionally, disasters erupted from the Demon Nest outside, but they had nothing to do with the San Qin area and Yong’an.

It seed after the two disturbances, the San Qin area experienced a brief peace.

A week passed.

In his interactions with ng Chuan, Lu Zhuxiao clearly noticed much progress in him.

"Is this Golden Finger really so powerful..."

Yet he didn’t know, Golden Finger was a skill requiring gradual, diligent developnt for proficiency growth.

The main reason was having a perpetual certification, coupled with the drills from Qi Shuai in the image world.

Even if ng Chuan hadn’t practiced for a week, when his hand grasped the branch, the feeling was still there.

The "spearhead" whistled through the air, and ng Chuan thrust one spear after another towards the wooden pillar.