With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 503 - 464: Qi Blood Surpasses Ten Thousand! The Xuan

He looked at the special traits, neither surprised nor happy.

They were all of the regular kind, nothing particularly high-sounding.

In the future, once I’ve broken through the limits, I can study them further.

"These four sets of Wudang Five Elents Fist will just be an auxiliary course.

The main purpose is to fill up the Five Elents wheel, gaining Five Elents Martial Reason, feeding into the Five Qi Chaoyuan advancent."

The most cost-effective right now is still the four Five Elents True Skill Fists I’ve created, along with the Molten Core Fla Burst Fist.

Unfortunately, I can’t learn the strongest True Martial Emperor thod of Wudang.

Even for ordinary fists, ng Chuan guessed, the limit-breaking traits would definitely be useful.

Thinking of this, ng Chuan couldn’t help but have a small thought:

"Since I’m here, I might as well learn sothing good. When Taoist Monarch Chentuan cos out of seclusion, I’ll ask first..."

Taoist Monarch Chentuan must have practiced quite a bit.

As for the Water Emperor Divine Skill, ng Chuan doesn’t hope for that.

Just teaching a bit of the Emperor True Skill Fist, or even ordinary fist skills would be fine...

...

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of July.

By the end of July, the temperature at Wudang Mountain rose.

On Lion Peak, ng Chuan stood shirtless by the Nine Dragons Pool.

His fists, like iron hamrs, alternated their strikes toward the waterfall, each blow accompanied by a thunderous sound.

The Wave-breaking Baji Fist moved smoothly in his hands, every punch and kick flowing with a certain charm.

Standing by the pool, he coordinated the water attribute and Baji montum.

The combination of the two was greater than just one plus one, no longer a simple move.

At this mont, his fist shadows transford into a continuous river torrent.

The opening move flooded like the first surge of spring tides, the finishing move resembled raging waves crashing against the shore.

When the final killing move "Capsizing Boat" landed, his right foot stomped a three-zhang cloud of dust into the air.

Amidst the dust, faintly appeared countless short fist shadows, striking so quickly that it interrupted the waterfall.

When ending the stance, the steaming white mist around him drifted away with the mountain wind.

ng Chuan slowly exhaled a turbid breath, looking at the panel:

[Wave-breaking Baji: Perfection (1%) awaiting Limit Breaking]

"Phew... With this, the Baji Fist has reached perfection; next is to break the limit."

The trait after breaking the limit of this fist is nad [Overturning the River].

The na is grand and magnificent, surely powerful.

"The Liu family backing Uncle Liu is also renowned for Baji short strikes.

If I want to learn more powerful Baji Fist in the future, besides learning from the master, I can also seek guidance from the Liu family."

The Liu family in Yong’an also has Grandmaster experts stationed.

These matters were for after returning; ng Chuan ca back to his senses and continued today’s fist practice lessons.

The tactics executed in actual combat are called routine striking techniques.

There are four major levels in striking techniques, naly Form, Shape, Charm, and Spirit.

"Achieving [Charm] ans having one’s own discernnt and thoughts about why the moves are used in such a way, and then making adjustnts suitable for oneself, unique."

Principal Yang’s words back then, ng Chuan always rembered in his heart.

Now he is getting closer to this level...

...

In the afternoon, Wang Ye and Daoist Jack were going to asure their Qi and Blood, ng Chuan tagged along.

Coming out of the Qi and Blood testing room, facing the two expectant gazes, ng Chuan smiled and said:

"Not bad, broke through ten thousand."

"Aweso! How much exactly?"

Wang Ye was really envious...

Why is my Qi and Blood training so slow, what kind of heart thod is the other side practicing, with such high efficiency...

"Eleven thousand, just a bit over a round number."

"...C’mon, Jack, do you hear this, is this human speech?"

His Qi and Blood Value was just over two thousand.

Not even one-fifth of ng Chuan’s, what a joke...

Daoist Jack nodded, deeply agreeing:

"ng, you’re showing off, Lord of Boundless Heaven, showing off can get you struck by lightning!"

"...Jack, learn sothing good, will you?"

ng Chuan shook his head, continuing to inspect the Martial Arts firmant within himself.

In the firmant, the star tracks had been extended by the ridians, more than a third filled.

The lower half of the star tracks had completely solidified.

On the track, more than a hundred star nodes awaited the light from Qi and Blood.

No way around it, this is the gold standard of perpetual certification.

Ordinary double limit martial artists would spend ten years stacking stakes.

As for him, a hack, finished in a year!

The Da Luo traits speak for themselves.

In introspection, ng Chuan shifted his sight upwards.

On the mind panel, each form of martial arts had made significant progress.

The core thod [Tao Heart Planting Demon], also getting ever closer to the seventh layer.

The four self-created Xiangwang Fists advanced quickly from proficiency to mastery, now not far from perfection.

Various fist techniques, plus the elevation from the heart thod, accelerated his Qi and Blood regeneration speed.

Overall, the better the root bone comprehension, the more abundant the Martial Reason becos, and the quicker proficiency increases.

Sotis, on a single day, several improvents coincide.

The increase in Qi and Blood, comparable to the martial artist’s first Qi and Blood Gate, directly advancing nine gates into the martial arts family...

This is a snowball; his Qi and Blood training speed will only grow more aggressive.

Breaking through as a Martial Arts Master, ng Chuan himself needs to accumulate nearly forty thousand Qi and Blood Value.

Previously, it seed truly out of reach, requiring at least several hard years of work.

But now, ng Chuan feels, with so effort, it might not be impossible to break through next year.

With the elevation in fist technique Martial Reason, his daily practice has completely shifted from ordinary fists to true skills.

Next, with several Five Elents Fists breaking through the limit.

His Five Elents Martial Reason and traits will welco a small peak of breakthrough.

By then, with various powerful traits in support, upping proficiency will be on another level.

Next, ng Chuan’s focus shifted to the section on Horizontal Training Skill.

His Giant Ao’s Hard Shell Skill had also reached the stage of sprinting for Limit Breaking.

"Old Chen, are you really going to close door for sanctification..."

Leaving the Wudang Qi and Blood asurent Room, he returned to Wang Ye’s residence.

He asked Wang Ye:

"Daoist Wang, do you know about when Taoist Monarch Chentuan’s closed-door cultivation started?"

"Hmm... I saw him about a week before I went down the mountain to pick you up.

After we went up the mountain, we never saw him again."

"... Do you an that as soon as I arrived, the elder went into seclusion?"

ng Chuan felt like it sounded as if he was being deliberately avoided...

Wang Ye stood nearby and leisurely struck a pose, laughing:

"Hmm... I’ve had that feeling for a while, just never ntioned it."

"..."

ng Chuan shook his head, and set aside those thoughts, continuing his martial arts practice.

Thinking positively, if Taoist Monarch Chentuan went into seclusion, perhaps he was helping ng Chuan to communicate with the Black Tortoise...

When he imrsed himself in martial arts, no extraneous thoughts could distract him.

He took a deep breath, bent his body, and pressed his shoulders, his broad back facing the sky.

The Shanzhong area directed Qi along his spine, moving back and forth, causing his tendons and acupuncture points to resonate.

Every muscle seed to be competing against each other, producing a fine crunching sound.

"Hoo..."

A muffled sound rolled through his throat, blending with the white steam erging from his body, dissipating in the mountain breeze.

The stimulation of his acupuncture points reached his lower back, causing his waist and abdon to tense suddenly.

Veins climbed down from his neck, not spreading to the chest but instead rising prominently across his back like dragons roaming.

Wang Ye’s pupils involuntarily contracted upon witnessing this scene.

The sight was astounding, as if another struggling silhouette lay beneath the flesh, ready to rupture the skin.

"How long has he been practicing Giant Ao Skill? Has it reached perfection?"

At that mont, ng Chuan seed not to be exerting force.

It was clearly a storm of energy beneath his skin and muscles, surging powerfully.

Wang Ye admired him again and again; the Horizontal Training Holy Body wasn’t called so for nothing.

Reflecting on this, he couldn’t help but exclaim:

"Brother ng, if horizontal training can stimulate the new birth of Qi and Blood, you might be on the verge of becoming a master..."

"Not that slowly."

"..."

ng Chuan ignored him, further stimulating the acupuncture points on his back.

His body vibrated with a resonance, and a soft blue light adhered to his skin.

Especially on his back, the color of the blue light was deep to the point of darkness.

Viewed from the side, activating the Giant Ao’s Hard Shell Skill made him appear as if he was carrying an extra-thick black tortoise shell...

Accompanied by a black headband, along with muscles ready to explode.

The Black Tortoise Inheritor?

Black Tortoise Reincarnate!

In an instant, he was enveloped by the strength of the Giant Ao.

This layer of energy seed soft, as if poking it with a finger would penetrate it.

Yet, in fact, as ng Chuan had tested earlier.

This layer of energy was quite significant, ford by the mysterious forces in his acupuncture points coupled with the Giant Ao skill, forming a layer of defense.

Encountering sharp attacks, it could instantly solidify, making knives and swords ineffective.

Facing spiritual attacks, it could counteract the source of damage like water, neutralizing with "tortoise shell" energy.

It’s strong and comprehensive.

But this is only "Divine Skill" level for martial artists.

Nothing else, considering the level of the cultivation technique, the intensity is limited.

Even against sharp attacks, it can only block ordinary blades, Demon Suppressing Weapons can break through, let alone True Martial techniques.

As for stronger spiritual attacks...

The condensed tortoise shell energy is sparse, not worth ntioning.

Taking Pei Shan’s spiritual attack strength as an example, it might only block about one-tenth of it...

For a martial arts expert like ng Chuan, it’s tasteless to take, yet a pity to discard.

After all, it’s considered Second-tier Hard Skills, which is understandable.

But this thod belongs to the renowned series of Black Tortoise Physical Body Hard Skills, promising so traits after Limit Breaking.

Although "Tortoise Shell" is a low-level trait, it cos from a high prestige.

There’s hope for traits after Limit Breaking, who knows what surprises may unfold...

Then, he practiced the four hard skills in rotation.

Wang Ye, observing the various colors emanating from ng Chuan in the yard, displayed indifference.

"Freakish indeed..."

Sigh...

ng Chuan completed the practice of the four combined skills, looking at his panel with satisfaction.

"Starting tomorrow, the Giant Ao skill will begin the sprint for Limit Breaking. When I advance to Baxia Heaven-Supporting Skill, I’ll begin entry promptly."

If it’s a core trait, he’d practice twice a day, once before and after activating Rainbow Light Radiance Body.

Double practice for rapid Limit Breaking!

...

anwhile, atop Zixiao Peak, in Yuxu Palace.

The man ng Chuan thought of day and night was sitting cross-legged before a grand emperor’s statue.

Chentuan looked up with closed eyes, his spirit gazing, resembling another living sculpture in the hall.

The emperor’s magic artifact, Broken Demon Heroic Sword, lay horizontally across his knees.

Different from when he first arrived, at that ti, the magic sword appeared as a black dead branch, lacking sharpness, and without any mystical aura.

But at this mont, the Broken Demon Heroic Sword had greatly transford, vaguely wrapped in deep brilliance akin to flowing light twining around the sword body.

The sword length of seven feet two inches represents the seventy-two solar terms in a year; sword weight of twenty-four pounds reflects the twenty-four solar terms; the sword width of four inches eight points symbolizes the four seasons and eight periods.

Forged personally by Ancestor Sanfeng, and nurtured by generations of Wudang mbers, it was a Demon Suppressing Divine Weapon, surpassing the "Divine Power" magic artifact level.

Chentuan’s aura constantly rged with the incense offerings within the hall.

Throughout Wudang, besides him, only Daoist Xu could achieve such a feat.