With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 6 Under the Scorching Sun

"I’ve just started learning the Three Talents Posture skill; I haven’t grasped the knack even after a day of practice."

ng Yongzhi comforted:

"Pile skill is a grinding process, easy to begin but hard to master. When I started practicing it, I seed to get the hang of it in about half a month."

"Chuan, your bone structure is stronger than mine. If you apply the effort you put into practicing the Child’s Fist to the pile skill, I believe you’ll soon get the hang of it."

ng Yongzhi has been stuck at the Third Gate of Qi and Blood for over ten years. Ever since he joined the police departnt and started working, he hasn’t practiced martial arts much.

The Fourth Gate of Qi and Blood requires mastering the conversion of Fist Strength between light and dark; it’s the first minor hurdle in martial arts. Those without superior bone structure must endure hardship and master dark strength to break through.

So martial arts have been a regret for ng Zhiyong. He often fantasizes about how life would be if he had focused and continued practicing martial arts.

It might be less promising than now. As soone with inferior bone structure, even reaching the Sixth Gate of Qi and Blood wouldn’t be as useful as the navy blue uniform hanging on the coat rack.

His younger brother passed away early. Although ng Chuan is his nephew, ng Zhiyong raised him from a young age and has long regarded him as his own son.

Earlier, he told his wife Xue Na that ng Chuan could beco part of a Martial Arts Family, but he was just comforting her. If being part of a Martial Arts Family were that easy, it wouldn’t be worth much on the street.

He’s simply trying to provide more support for ng Chuan on his martial arts journey, without genuinely expecting him to beco part of a Martial Arts Family.

But this is uncertain too; the child is putting in effort, and his bone structure is better than his own. ng Yongzhi fantasizes that perhaps ng Chuan can truly fulfill his dream.

"It’s not too late in high school; this ti let us team up and work hard together." ng Yongzhi secretly swore.

ng Chuan returned to his room, glanced at the latest newspaper, and continued practicing the pile skill.

"Warmly celebrating the successful conclusion of the 26th River Gathering, congratulations to Principal Sui Chunqiu from the Northern United Martial Arts University for winning the crown!"

Sui Chunqiu, a Celestial King Level expert at the Sixth Limit.

He is a pillar of Great Chu, and indeed the entire world, and also ng Chuan’s idol.

When practicing boxing got tough as a child, he would either think of himself in a past life or look at his idol, Celestial King Sui, for comfort.

The martial arts path, setting aside talent and bone structure, relies entirely on the word "struggle."

It’s rely a high and low distinction; one can carve a path with fists. If you can do it, step up; otherwise, let soone else have the resources.

Tianshan Martial Arts Convention, Yellow River Gathering, and even the World’s First Martial Arts Tournant and other events are all about strong warriors battling upward, selecting the best among them.

What kind of hero is lying in a mountain ditch dreaming? If you’re capable, co out and compete; let’s see who can truly stand under the sky and sun?

ng Chuan secretly decided that he would eventually participate in these competitions, et various formidable individuals, and strive for supremacy with the heavens.

Fueled by passion, ng Chuan grasped every second to begin pile skill practice.

With his mind reaching clarity, using his heart like an arm, the whole structure of ng Chuan’s body was gradually adapting to the Three Talents Posture.

Executing protocol smoothly, with spirit internalized, ng Chuan gradually captured the feeling, nearly mastering the Three Talents Posture...

Early the next morning, ng Yongzhi rarely got up early on his day off.

"Uncle, are you working this Sunday? Why up so early?"

ng Chuan was changing shoes at the entrance, about to head to the dojo for martial arts practice. He needed so small adjustnts regarding pile skill, which Teacher Liu Rou could help with.

"No shift today. Let’s go together to the dojo; I have so things to discuss with Hall Master Luo."

ng Yongzhi thought all night and decided he couldn’t let ng Chuan waste more ti on Child’s Fist. He wants to personally discuss the matter with the master and ensure ng Chuan gets corrected.

Currently, in Great Chu, wanting to practice martial arts requires attending a Martial Arts University.

Teachers, classmates, martial arts resources, and more within the university are a practitioner’s greatest treasures.

To attend a good Martial Arts University, Qi and blood are fundantal.

On Lishan Mountain outside Yong’an, the Northern United Martial Arts University, which secures nine special Martial Arts University spots nationwide, requires a minimum of Fifth Gate of Qi and Blood for applications.

ng Yongzhi doesn’t aspire for any special Martial Arts University; he’d be grateful if ng Chuan could attend the local Yong’an Martial Arts University.

The Yong’an Martial Arts University also requires beyond the Third Gate of Qi and Blood. Practicing only Child’s Fist for a lifeti won’t reach the Third Gate of Qi and Blood.

Therefore, the master must carefully instruct and compel ng Chuan to learn other fist skills. Because rely practicing pile skills isn’t enough, the impetus for Qi and blood from fist skills is far greater than pile skills.

To reach the Third Gate of Qi and Blood before the high school martial arts exam, given ng Chuan’s bone structure, he must start practicing other fist skills now.

Ti is tight and tasks are heavy; ng Chuan has already wasted significant ti on Child’s Fist.

ng Yongzhi changed his shoes and suddenly thought:

"Chuan, did you asure your Qi and blood yesterday? Did you reach the First Gate of Qi and Blood?"

"I was busy with the pile skill yesterday and forgot. I’ll asure it today."

Greenland Plaza, inside Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Upon reaching the dojo, the uncle directly went to find the master while ng Chuan separated from him.

ng Chuan wandered around but didn’t see Wang Yue; even calling him resulted in a shut-down phone.

This kid must be afraid of being disturbed while he sleeps, intentionally shutting off the phone to avoid him.

Can’t miss breakfast at the dojo’s cafeteria today; imdiately, after checking in, he dived into the cafeteria to feast. A thousand bucks a day, it’s all his money, use it or lose it.

Several students he t yesterday cheerfully greeted ng Chuan; his efforts yesterday left so impression on them.

"Hey there, new here?"

Seeing ng Chuan eating enthusiastically, a well-built teenager walked over with a tray and sat down.

"I’m Le Ping, a senior in martial arts high school, third gate in Qi and blood. Seeing you eat like that, want to introduce yourself?"

"ng Chuan, yesterday was my first day, freshman at Pingan, Qi and blood probably not started; going to asure later."

Le Ping chatted away while eating:

"From Pingan? Your freshman year has quite a few legendary figures; I heard there’s a monstrosity with Third Gate of Qi and Blood, refusing to study at Yong’an Martial Arts University’s prep course, insisting on staying at your school.

And sothing else... so Child’s Fist Grandmaster?"

ng Chuan resignedly:

"..."

Le Ping was naturally sociable:

"Co on, I’ll take you to asure later; I reached First Gate of Qi and Blood in junior high. Judging by your eating prowess, you should have the strength of the First Gate."

After eating, the two arrived at the Qi and blood asurent room, with Le Ping helping ng Chuan attach the Qi and blood sensing device and pressing the main machine button, accompanied by three long "beep beep beep" sounds.

"Okay, just demonstrate the fist skill facing the wall. While you punch, the sensing device will collect and transmit your Qi and blood data into the machine. You can stop after a complete set."

ng Chuan cald himself and began demonstrating Child’s Fist, with Le Ping closely watching ng Chuan’s data on the machine screen.

The display panel was like a vertically aligned bamboo pole, segnted into long grid blocks. Before ng Chuan finished his fist movents, Le Ping noticed the bottom block of red filling up.