With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 14 The Calamity of the Heavenly Demon
Luo Guanyun drank the tea in his cup and glanced at Meng Chuan:
"Didn't I make myself clear enough to you that day? You still won't give up?"

"You're still young, and your energy and experience aren't up to par. It's impossible to master a martial art to the level of a master without several decades of practice."

"What's more, you're thinking about the National Righteous Fist, which was adapted into its current form by the great professors of the Martial Arts Association through collective wisdom. How can you optimize it just like that?"

Undeterred by the answer, Meng Chuan continued to ask:

"Master Luo, is there any other way?"

The kid did well in his boxing today and didn't argue with him, so Luo Guanyun was in a good mood. He crossed his arms and pondered for a while.

"Well, there are two other methods that aren't really solutions. One is to have people with the talent for sudden enlightenment."

After mastering a martial art, one might suddenly gain enlightenment and make improvements to the existing style.

"The other one is a life-or-death struggle."

It's not a ring fight, but a life-or-death struggle to find a way out. Of course, I don't recommend doing that; we live in a society governed by law now, and there's no way you can risk your life like that.

Traits are unique talents that a very small number of people are born with, and many useful traits are even rarer than superior innate talent.

For example, Luo Guanyun's daughter Luo Meng's "ethereal" trait can not only accelerate the speed of martial arts training, but also allow Luo Meng to eliminate distracting thoughts and generate more ideas and inspirations in her mind when practicing martial arts.

His main practice, the Luan Form of the Pictographic School, was a technique he personally improved upon based on the Eagle Form, making it more suitable for him.

Hearing Luo Guanyun's words, Meng Chuanzhen felt somewhat discouraged. He didn't know what he had been persisting for over a decade. Did he still have a chance to break through the limits and obtain the [One Certificate Permanent Certificate]?

Meng Chuan didn't practice boxing all afternoon; he just lay alone in a corner of the training ground, clutching the Cannon Fist diagram in his hand.

As darkness fell, people gradually left the martial arts school.

Liu Ru was a little confused. Why was Meng Chuan, who was usually so proactive, so listless?

But seeing that the master didn't accept him as a personal disciple, he still has a chance.

Martial artists rarely accept personal disciples. Many martial artists prioritize their own cultivation and never take on personal disciples throughout their lives because their energy is limited. They must carefully teach their disciples martial arts and be responsible for their words and actions.

In ancient times, adopting a direct lineage as a disciple was a solemn system of clan succession.

Receiving a mentor is like receiving a parent; it's not just about receiving long-term guidance and help from the teacher during the learning process, but also about the transmission of emotions and the exchange of experiences.

As for the others, one can choose to become an inner disciple based on one's mood, and a registered disciple based on one's financial resources.

For example, Wang Dong, like Liu Ru, was a nominal disciple. Liu Ru paid for his teaching position, while Wang Dong was paid with real money.

"Leave early, Meng Chuan, don't go back too late."

Seeing that Meng Chuan was probably in a bad mood, Liu Ru didn't say anything more.

"Guoyiquan cannot be abandoned. Only by obtaining the [One Certificate Permanent Certificate] can one successfully break through the limits of other boxing styles and thus quickly accumulate other traits."

However, I can't keep practicing this relentlessly. I need to intersperse it with other boxing styles to improve my qi and blood. If I waste another three years, I won't even be able to get into Yong'an Martial Arts University. How can I face my uncle's expectations of me then?

It's getting late. If I want to reach the third level of Qi and Blood before the martial arts exam, I need to start practicing Cannon Fist with all my might starting tomorrow.

Is there still time to understand Guoyiquan? We're just one 1% away, are we willing to give up?

With his path blocked, even Meng Chuan, who had lived two lives, felt somewhat lost at this moment.

Meng Chuan didn't take the tram home today; he wanted to walk back and clear his mind.

The situation in Yong'an City has become dire recently, with the streets deserted at night.

Although Yong'an City is located in the north of the Great Chu, it is in the south of the north, and it is not yet cold in October.

As Meng Chuan passed through Tongjia Lane, he felt a sudden chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with coldness running from head to toe.

"That's strange, there's nothing there."

Meng Chuan looked around but didn't find anything, so he continued walking forward, intending to bypass Tongjia Alley. Curiosity killed the cat, and he wasn't particularly curious, so he didn't want to go into the alley to take a look.

Tongjia Lane seemed to possess a magical power, inexplicably drawing Meng Chuan to stop in his tracks.

If a martial artist were present, they would have discovered that it was the [Heavenly Demon Force Field] that was causing the problem.

It was as if two invisible hands were pressing down on his head, forcing him to turn around and look at Tongjia Lane.

Then, like a puppet on strings, the coolness controlled his body, and he moved his feet toward Tongjia Alley.

The alleyway entrance was like a demon's gaping maw, welcoming his arrival.

"Damn it! I can't move a muscle at all."

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I left late, and I never expected to run into a demon!
Whew, calm down, there's still a chance!
The fact that this demon didn't jump out and smash him to pieces indicates that it wasn't the most brutal solid-type demon.

Recalling what the teacher said in class:

The Great Chu Martial Arts Association categorized the invading demons into three types based on their abilities.

The first type is a solid-type demon with physical characteristics, great power, and a tyrannical mind;
The second type is the conceptual demon, which cannot directly harm a person's body, but can invade through dreams, faith, and other means. Once its power grows to a certain extent, it can affect reality.

"It's not that kind either; this guy can directly control my body!"

The third type is the Void Demon, which is also the most difficult to guard against. It has no physical form and is elusive. Only martial arts will can detect it in advance, making it a killer of ordinary people.

"It's over, it's a void-type."

If it were a conceptual thing, I could pretend to believe in it and see if I could find a chance to escape.

Like solids, nothingness offers no chance of survival once encountered; the only difference might be the manner of death.

Meng Chuan pondered a solution. Although he lacked the will to fight martial arts, he possessed the instinct to survive.

"Come on, come out and kill me!"

Meng Chuan provoked the other party, wanting to see his true identity.

A rustling sound came from the air, and the chill on his body intensified. Meng Chuan was now unable to speak, being manipulated to walk, getting closer and closer to the alley entrance.

It became clearer: the alley stretched as far as the eye could see, pitch black with no lights on in a single house, devoid of its former vibrancy.

Meng Chuan remembered that the last time he passed by, he saw the first house with a little girl sitting on the threshold reading. Her mother was knitting a sweater through the window above and teasing the child with words while laughing.

Only after being manipulated to stand at the alley entrance could Meng Chuan truly see that everything had changed.

The walls on both sides of the alley were densely covered with people, all with dark brown hemp ropes around their necks, their wide eyes telling a story of resentment.

At the nearest house, six people—men, women, and children—were hanging on a three-meter-long, mottled wall, with a little girl squeezed in the middle.

A cold wind blew by, and the large number of corpses swayed as if welcoming his arrival.

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan felt as if a storm was brewing, his anger about to erupt.

It was as if I could clearly hear my heartbeat, pounding wildly, my pulse pounding with explosive agitation.

"You beast! I swear I'll kill you!"

Wisps of white smoke rose from his body. Meng Chuan's heart was consumed by anger, and he was completely unaware that his right to speak, which had been taken from him, had returned.

When your body can't take it anymore, your willpower will help you break through the encirclement!
It was the body's most instinctive willpower helping him; Meng Chuan roared and howled, breaking free from all restraints!
Then, fueled by rage and instinct, he struck at the invisible hands in mid-air!
[National Compulsory Basic Boxing Techniques: Perfection (99%) → Perfection (100%) has been surpassed]!
The Limit Breaker Trait has been obtained: One Certificate, Permanent Certificate (Super)

"Once you gain something, you will never lose it; with practice, you will surely achieve something."

(End of this chapter)