With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 50: Silver Base, Golden Lion

Although the Celestial King Level is not currently the pinnacle of human combat power, Zhao Yingchun is nonetheless the master of the pinnacle!

Currently, the global pinnacle of human combat power, [Celestial King Great Saint Zhao Linyuan], is his direct disciple, personally trained by him.

In the old days before the establishnt of Great Chu, martial arts were mainly composed of Jianghu sects and clans, and martial arts families and aristocracies.

Zhao Yingchun was born into a martial arts family with strict bloodline rules. However, during the turmoil within and outside Great Chu, he resolutely abandoned his family identity to follow the founding ancestor in establishing the nation.

Ultimately breaking the barriers of sects and families, he led the famous Tianshan Reform.

Replacing the sect system with university schools, gradually combining martial arts with technology, and initiating the modernization of Qi Blood martial arts system.

From then on, Great Chu officially entered the era of national martial arts!

If it were any other Celestial King level powerhouse, Luo Guanyun would definitely not lose his composure like this.

But for a master of a Great Saint, a founding hero of Great Chu, a character of such legendary status wanting to et ng Chuan, it might drive anyone else completely insane.

Luo Guanyun attempted to suppress his emotions, slowly saying to ng Chuan:

"Chairman Zhao wants to et you."

ng Chuan suddenly beca nervous, montarily unsure of what to say.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Junfeng chuckled:

"Shock, huh? Is ng Chuan nearby? When I got this news, my shock wasn’t much less than yours."

"Calm down, Chairman Zhao just wants to see who can modify the National Righteous Fist on his basis, without any other intentions."

"Rember to co to the Martial Arts Association on ti, 2 PM in the afternoon, don’t forget!"

After the phone call ended, Luo Guanyun sat on the sofa full of thoughts:

"Chuan’er, when we et the Chairman this afternoon, be sure to be respectful. Just answer truthfully to any questions Chairman Zhao asks, and don’t be nervous!"

"Got it, Master."

ng Chuan felt that his master’s nervousness seed even greater than his own.

He looked like a school child awaiting a teacher’s spot check on his texting, feeling restless on the sofa.

After haphazardly eating a bit, Luo Guanyun, eager and unable to contain himself, dragged ng Chuan to the Martial Arts Association.

Upon arrival, ng Chuan found he knew this location very well due to his frequent visits here for testing the National Righteous Fist.

Bai Junfeng had been waiting here for a while, and when he saw Luo Guanyun bringing ng Chuan along, he got up to greet him.

"Here you are, Old Luo. Chairman Zhao got held up on the road, so let’s first receive the awards and honors, and wait for Chairman Zhao after finishing up the other processes."

Luo Guanyun let out a big sigh of relief:

"Ah, finally I can rest easy, this journey here had feeling all jittery."

"What are you jittery about? Chairman Zhao is eting ng Chuan, it has nothing to do with you."

Luo Guanyun puffed out his beard and glared:

"You old bald eagle, ng Chuan is my disciple, so what’s the problem?"

ng Chuan heard his master giving others nicknas again, rembering the previous "Bald Ape" nickna for Long Jiu the Chief Inspector, couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

"Think less of in front of the kid, stop rambling. Old Luo, you wait here, I’ll take ng Chuan to receive the awards."

Martial Artists emphasize efficiency, avoiding excessive formalities.

In no ti, the two of them walked out from the [Hall of Honor].

What’s most attention-grabbing is the silver dal in ng Chuan’s hand, with golden glints shimring at the center.

"Great Chu Silver Foundation Gold Lion dal."

The back of the dal is engraved with four sturdy, small characters: [Facing Danger and Taking Action].

Luo Guanyun reached out to take ng Chuan’s Silver dal, feeling a surge of emotion:

"I fought life and death for seven days and nights at Dream Lake to earn a Silver dal, you kid surely have good luck."

"With a Silver dal, one can travel freely within Great Chu, using any public transportation without ticket lines, and having lifeti free public healthcare."

Luo Guanyun returned the dal to ng Chuan:

"These are just basic privileges and also enjoy a 10% discount throughout the Martial Arts Association shopping website, with extra points added to martial arts exams for you or your children within three generations."

"The specific addition is decided by each martial arts university annually, but even in the nine special martial arts universities, the minimum is three extra points."

"Keep it well, you can place it at ho later. These privileges will be displayed and activated on your citizen ID card, no need to carry the dal with you when going out."

ng Chuan, after hearing this, checked his electronic citizen ID card on the phone.

Overall, nothing changed much, only the avatar position at the upper left corner of the identity card bottod with silver lion-head patterns flickering with his finger touch, instantly increasing its prestige.

Bai Junfeng stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Xiaong, you need to keep up the good work, above the Silver Lion dal there’s the Golden Tiger, Diamond Dragon, and the Supre Pillar of the Country dal."

"At such a young age to receive the Silver Lion dal, at your age, I hadn’t even seen the Bronze Eagle, haha."

ng Chuan’s mood was a bit exciting at the mont. After being in this world for nearly 17 years, he had long seen himself as part of Great Chu.

Now receiving the Silver Lion honor, his usually calm heart could no longer resist feeling excitent.

Bai Junfeng understood ng Chuan’s feelings at this mont, waited for him to calm down before continuing:

"1.5 million prize money has also been transferred to your account, expedited by the bank for processing.

by tonight, you should see the deposit notification ssage. If there are any issues, you can contact , and then..."

Before Bai Junfeng finished speaking, an assistant approached and whispered a few words in his ear, changing Bai Junfeng’s expression.

"Let’s hurry, Chairman Zhao has arrived and is currently at the [Cloud Mist Pavilion]."

About to et the martial arts legend, ng Chuan’s mood, which had just cald, was stirred up again.

Outside the Cloud Mist Pavilion banquet hall.

ng Chuan politely knocked on the door, waiting, then the door was gently opened by an invisible hand.

A middle-aged man wearing Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram attire sat at the head of the table, his posture as upright and steady as a pine tree, his face as sturdy as though chiseled by an axe. The nearly 500-year-old changes of ti seed invisible, except for his eyes, enriched and profound, reserved yet powerful through the passage of ti.

ng Chuan looked at the man, as though looking up to a god.

His heart involuntarily uttered a sigh.

"A living legend."

"Xiaong, co in and sit. I’ve seen your National Righteous Fist; you’re a kid with very original ideas."

Zhao Yingchun’s voice was kind but resolute, pulling ng Chuan from his dreams back to reality.

"This year marks the 437th year since Great Chu’s founding. Since the launch of National Righteous Fist, it has undergone revisions and improvents across thirty-four generations. Now, you’ve added a significant stroke to it; congratulations, ng Chuan."

After a montary pause, he continued:

"Do you know? When the analysis group reported your information to , I was wondering, why a kid, an underage? My first thought was, isn’t this nonsense? How could a 16-year-old child improve this version of National Righteous Fist?"