With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 96 - 95: Martial Arts Genius, Concentrated Oil

Before going to bed at night, ng Chuan went to check the hard skills online course ssage board and, sure enough, a netizen gave him so advice.

[You can visit the local foreigner gathering place. People here basically don’t use it.]

ng Chuan gave a thumbs-up for the netizen’s cleverness.

There just happened to be a Foreigner Street in the Beilin District of Yong’an City, bustling whether on holidays or normal days, and he decided to visit this Saturday.

...

Thursday night.

As it was approaching eleven o’clock, the sparring session between ng Chuan and Luo Guanyun was about to co to an end.

The two intertwined in attack and defense, with ng Chuan fighting and retreating, dodging to the corner to seek an opportunity, while Luo Guanyun was pressing on with fierce punches.

As ng Chuan made a move, stepping on clouds and ascending to the sky, he flipped behind Master Luo and raised his fist to strike.

Luo Guanyun seed to have eyes on the back of his head, swinging his arm back without turning his head, capturing ng Chuan’s fist before throwing it aside, where both stood firm.

"Do you know why I can tell where your fist will strike without even looking?"

ng Chuan was just as curious, as his final close-range strike had used Transford Strength, with no wind from his fist.

Logically, Master Luo should not have been able to sense it.

"A true expert has perception all over their body. Even though you hid the wind of your fist, every movent has a flow of energy, which signals your attack."

ng Chuan seed to understand but wished to inquire further, yet Luo Guanyun spoke first:

"I’ve practiced martial arts for decades; I can keenly sense every action of yours, from the tension of muscles to the fluctuations of energy.

This is not so unfathomable mystery but a result of long-term perception training."

"In martial arts, you’re not just learning moves and routines. If you focus solely on them and neglect the perception of your whole body,

it’s like a blind man feeling an elephant, unable to grasp the full essence of martial arts."

"How to train perception requires you to listen..."

ng Chuan listened intently, his eyes full of contemplation.

Luo Guanyun slightly nodded at his disciple’s state, revealing a trace of gratification on his face.

"Alright, it’s not difficult. Just rember to practice it in the future."

ng Chuan nodded, preparing to say goodbye and go ho.

At this mont, his phone suddenly rang, displaying the na "Chen Xuewu" on the screen.

Chen Xuewu was an acquaintance ng Chuan had made during a martial arts school ranking competition.

Their mutual acquaintance was Liu Sanduo, who was also a friend of Luo Guanyun.

After exchanging phone numbers back then, they hadn’t been in touch due to being busy.

ng Chuan was curious about why he was calling so late.

[I’m Chen Xuewu, is Brother ng still awake?]

[I’m awake. What’s up?]

[To be honest, I want to learn so Luo’s Baji from Brother ng to improve my Baji routine. Would that be possible?]

Master Luo was just beside him, and ng Chuan happened to inform him of Chen Xuewu’s request.

Luo Guanyun nodded lightly.

"It’s fine, just teach him."

[Sure, Brother Xuewu, no problem.]

On the other end of the line, Chen Xuewu was very pleased to hear this news.

[Thank you, Brother ng. Would you like to co to our martial arts school for a sparring session? I recently passed the sixth Qi and Blood Gate and wanted to test my skills.]

ng Chuan was thrilled by the idea.

The martial artists and students at school long struggled to keep up with him, so the chance to spar with soone on the sa level was rare, and he agreed without hesitation.

Chen Xuewu paused and then continued:

[I’ve heard from classmates at the martial arts school that soone from your school took down a six-gate bandit with only five gates. I guessed it must be you, right?]

ng Chuan smiled, accepting this implicitly.

Chen Xuewu, eager to test his skills, said:

[Just the opportunity to see how I compare to you.]

[Brother Xuewu, it’s a coincidence; I’m at six gates too, so I fear it’s going to be tough to determine a winner.]

Chen Xuewu was shocked, rembering that during the martial arts school competition, his Qi Blood was much higher than ng Chuan’s, but now he had caught up so quickly.

And most importantly, the other was a year younger than him...

After a mont of silence, a cheerful laugh ca from the other end of the line:

[Hahaha, as I always say, let’s see the real skills when the ti cos!]

[Okay!]

ng Chuan still had to go to Foreigner Street this Saturday, so he and Chen Xuewu rescheduled to et on Sunday.

Luo Guanyun looked at his disciple, full of youthful vigor and fighting spirit, reminiscent of his own youth.

mories of past passionate enthusiasm slowly surfaced, yet, alas, ti flies, and youth does not return.

...

Saturday.

Many shops on Foreigner Street did not open in the morning, so ng Chuan went to the martial arts school to practice boxing as usual, early in the morning.

Now, his Luo’s Baji had beco more and more flavorful, and his punches and kicks no longer pursued force but aid for each move to be more vicious!

Martial arts is a deadly ga, not child’s play.

ng Chuan focused on an imaginary enemy in front of him, his body swaying and lunging swiftly. Besides his fists, his shoulders, elbows, waist, and every part of his body were exceptionally fierce.

As he exerted strength, a sharp whistling of air currents continuously cut through the air.

Just as he was engrossed in his practice, his gaze was drawn to a trainee not far away.

That trainee was intently practicing Beng Quan, each move executed with great seriousness.

During a pause for breath while practicing his Fist Skill, ng Chuan walked over with keen interest to observe.

Beng Quan is a third-rate Xingyi Wood Attribute Fist Skill, characterized by its arrow-like straight advance and retreat, harnessing instantaneous power from the body to concentrate force into a punch with strong penetration.

He watched the trainee’s movents attentively, making the trainee stop awkwardly under his gaze.

"No worries, continue your practice."

"Alright, Senior Brother."

The new male instructor is proficient in Wood Attribute Fist Skill and is a Transford Strength expert; the trainee started learning Beng Quan with him.

ng Chuan continued to watch, finding more and more similarities between this Beng Quan and his own mastery of Cannon Fist, sparking his curiosity and prompting him to imitate it with his hands.

Hey, it really feels like sothing substantial!

His stance and power delivery seed to indeed carry a bit of the Divine Charm of Beng Quan.

While imitating, ng Chuan pondered the similarities and differences between the two.

He thought:

"The similarities between different Fist Techniques are precisely the marvel of Martial Arts. They’re all about fists and kicks. If I can integrate these subtle connections, perhaps my Martial Comprehension will rise to the next level."

At this mont, the trainee finished the last punch and stood firmly, tentatively saying upon seeing ng Chuan’s appearance:

"Senior Brother, are you interested in Beng Quan?"

ng Chuan responded with a smile:

"Yes, your punches are not bad. Keep it up!"

ng Chuan’s encouragent made the trainee even more invigorated, as he continued to earnestly practice punches.

At noon, ng Chuan glanced at the panel when he got a break. Without any teaching, he found that he had easily entered the basics of Beng Quan.

[Beng Quan: Basic (8%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Bone Penetration (Basic)]

"Entering like this easily, I must say I feel a bit like a Martial Arts genius now."

Moreover, the Limit Breaking Trait was just as he thought, related to penetration power.

The propulsion effect of third-rate Fist Skills on Qi and Blood is too poor, and ng Chuan is more than thirty points away from the seventh gate.

Practicing Beng Quan to Perfection can add only seven or eight points, far from enough.

Beng Quan, unlike the Esoteric Hard Skill [Doma Iron Arm], requires ti to practice.

"I’ll practice occasionally in my spare ti, now is not yet the ti to enhance traits."

...

After eating the nutritious lunch provided by the Martial School, ng Chuan got on a tram heading to Foreigner Street.

Watching the bustling and noisy crowd in the tram, ng Chuan couldn’t help but sigh at the beauty of life.

Lately, there hasn’t been much movent from the direction of the Demon Nest. Under Principal Zheng and the military’s strong suppression, it’s becoming increasingly stable. It won’t be long before it’s completely eradicated.

By then, Yong’an City is expected to regain its past vibrant and bustling state.

[Sajin Bridge arrival, please disembark from the rear door for those heading to Foreigner Street.]

This stop is Yong’an’s famous tourist spot. A large number of people got off, including many Western tourists.

ng Chuan stood by the door and was the first to get off. After squeezing through the crowd for so ti, a familiar figure disembarked and looked around.

Liu Ru also ca. She wore a large pair of sunglasses, covering her peculiar white giant eye. Her nose twitched, sniffing the air for ng Chuan’s scent.

"Where did this kid run off to?"

After walking for a few minutes, ng Chuan reached the street corner where the rich aroma of lamb skewers filled the air.

Both sides of the street were lined with people from the Western Regions selling lamb skewers. ng Chuan casually approached a stall to inquire.

"Boss, give five skewers."

"Brother, five skewers won’t fill you up. A young man should eat ten to be fully satisfied."

"Alright, give ten skewers. Boss, by the way, do you know where I can find Esoteric Oil ointnt around here?"

ng Chuan didn’t speak too technically, as the boss was an ordinary person with no martial arts traces.

"Oh, young man, if you want that stuff, you have to go further inside and ask. This area is full of tourists, and selling that here is not allowed."

The boss pointed with a twitch of his small mustache and said with a peculiar smile.

"Seems promising."

ng Chuan felt he might find sothing today. He picked up the lamb skewers as they finished cooking, eating while walking.

Finishing in just a few quick bites, ng Chuan, following the boss’s direction, twisted and turned multiple tis and reached the deep part of Foreigner Street.

The environnt here was completely different from the street entrance, with all residential houses belonging to people from the Western Regions, quiet and serene all around.

Unintentionally, he noticed a house with its door wide open and the sight inside was a bit alarming.

The ground was crowded with earthen jars of varying heights, overflowing with the five poisons like scorpions, centipedes, and spiders crawling around the jar mouths.

At that mont, a person with a floral-patterned arm tattoo ca out from inside, watching ng Chuan warily and signaling him to leave promptly, not to linger here.

Seeing the other party’s attitude, ng Chuan didn’t ask for directions but continued deeper into the narrow alleys.

After turning into another alley, ng Chuan felt a faint scent of essential oil, reviving his spirits.

After touring the entire alley, there was only this one small shop with a small red sign bearing four bold yellow characters: [Western Divine Oil].

Pushing aside the thick black curtain, ng Chuan entered.

The shopkeeper, hearing soone co in, continued playing on his phone without looking up.

"Feel free to browse, brother. Everything here’s genuine good stuff. It’ll make you strong and sturdy, for sure."

"Strong and sturdy?"

After browsing around the store, ng Chuan realized the shopkeeper wasn’t exaggerating.