With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 85 Obtaining the Armor Certificate, the Eye of the Candle Dragon

A male police officer helped Meng Chuan pay the damage fee and then took him to the evidence collection window.

Meng Chuan asked questions more than once along the way:
"I have a silver medal, I have shed blood for the Great Chu, why can't I get a 10% discount?"

The male police officer remained silent with a dark expression.

Meng Chuan felt a pang of heartache; 20,000 yuan was gone!
At the certificate collection window.

The staff handed Meng Chuan his identification documents and then entered his information into his electronic citizen identity card.

"Paper documents will not be reissued if lost. If needed, electronic documents can be used to obtain photocopies."

"Also, the Class A certificate needs to be reviewed every five years. The review information will be displayed on your electronic certificate a year in advance. Of course, you don't need to do this after you become a martial artist."

"I get it, thank."

Meng Chuan opened his ID.

The rest of the content is largely consistent with Master Luo's, except for the level and validity period.

[Level: Qi and Blood Warrior (Fifth Stage)]

[Validity period: Five years from the date of issuance]

Annual inspection: Passed

After thanking the staff, Meng Chuan put away his documents and turned to leave.

Now that he can wear protective clothing, his safety will be further guaranteed, and he is very happy.

My only goal now is to get into the Master Class at Beilian University.

No, there's another one: making money!
It was almost time for school to end, so Meng Chuan decided to take a bus directly to Teacher Luo's place.

Leping called him from the car, having heard that Meng Chuan was going to take the exam for the Class A driver's license.

[Brother Chuan, did you pass the exam?]

[Passed.]

Wow, my cousin just took the test last month and failed.

I heard that he didn't even have time to react before turning on the device, and was instantly corrupted by the demonic energy, wetting his pants.

Meng Chuan laughed:

It's not that difficult. You can take the test again after you pass the fourth stage. Don't be nervous, it's easy to pass.

Leping:

[Brother Chuan, why don't you eat cake?! Even if I pass the exam, I still can't afford a protective suit!]

Saturday morning, Greenland Plaza.

Inside the Infinite Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as he entered, Meng Chuan heard Le Ping laughing heartily. A group of new students surrounded him, listening to him talk about the martial arts exam.

"My uncle asked someone to inquire for me, hahaha, I'm basically guaranteed admission to Wuhan University in Yong'an!"

One of the students greeted Meng Chuan:
"Big brother is here!"

Meng Chuan responded with a smile.

Following the sound, Le Ping turned his head and his face lit up with joy.

"Chuan'er, let's go. I'll treat you to lunch at a restaurant."

"Alright, congratulations, Le Ping. Let me share in your joy."

"Haha, the summer exam isn't until next June. My Qi and Blood level has already reached the required level. All that's left is practical combat. Brother Chuan'er, you'll have to help me out in that regard."

"It's easy to talk about."

Le Ping sighed and continued:
"Brother Chuan, by the time you take the summer exam the year after next, you'll probably be at the sixth level, making it a sure thing for you to get into Beilian University."

The other new trainees listened to the two chatting, their hearts filled with envy.

Whether it's Yong'an Wuhan University or Beilian University, they are dreams that are out of reach for ordinary people.

For a child from a poor family, getting into the university means that he will use his own hands to break free from his family's poverty.

Even if you don't do well after graduating in four years, you can still become a security consultant in a large company or a teacher in a school, becoming a social elite.

"Brother Chuan'er!"

Wang Yue followed Qin Mengya as they jogged into the martial arts gym before they arrived.

Qin Mengya went to change into her martial arts uniform, and Wang Yue took off his coat and came to the group.

Meng Chuan looked him up and down and laughed:

"Long time no see. Looks like the treadmill I gave you is working. You've lost some weight."

With the goddess beside him, Wang Yue smiled shyly and said:

"I've lost some weight recently because I've been learning the Tiger Descending the Mountain movement technique from Master Hu Xing."

"However, the treadmill is still very useful. My dad uses it sometimes, but our housekeeper mainly uses it as a clothes rack, and it works really well."

Meng Chuan was a bit annoyed, but it was also quite good; he made the best use of the resources.

Wang Yue is still that boy who attends the Xingyi Martial Arts School and practices the Tiger Form.

However, he remained stuck at the second stage of Qi and Blood. Ordinary people don't have a permanent certificate, and they only practice sporadically. They forget the boxing techniques they've mastered in just a couple of days.

Wang Yue himself knew that he was lazy and his talent was only average, so he had virtually no hope of getting into a good university.

But his father is rich, he has no worries about food or drink, so it would be good for him to follow in his father's footsteps in the future.

The reason he still insists on going to the martial arts gym whenever he has free time is not because of Qin Mengya.

It was his father's earnest advice after watching Meng Chuan's match a while ago.

"Meng Chuan is an extraordinary child; he will surely make a name for himself in the future."
You two are good friends, so be sure to stay in touch. If he ever needs any help in the future, don't hesitate to ask.

"Go turn on the treadmill for me, I want to run a couple of laps and see!"

Wang Yue felt both happy for his good friend and somewhat expectant.

He knew how difficult it had been for Meng Chuan to get to where he was today. He also hoped to contribute his own strength to Meng Chuan's path to success.

Meng Chuan sensed that Qin Mengya seemed to have feelings for Wang Yue, and jokingly said:

"I see you two are always together, how far have things progressed?"

Wang Yue was a little anxious:
"Brother Chuan'er, you're joking again. We're good brothers, right? Hahaha."

Le Ping leaned forward and teased:

"Are they really brothers? I have a feeling someone has ulterior motives."

Wang Yue glared angrily, and Meng Chuan stepped forward to comfort him.

"It's alright, it's nothing. Le Ping is treating us to lunch later, so you can rip him off."

The night was dark.

Meng Chuan practices standing meditation in his room as usual.

Today's standing meditation felt particularly intense. While controlling my posture, I felt a dense, pricking sensation all over my body.

After lunch, Meng Chuan suddenly had a whimsical idea and called over Le Ping and Wang Yue to help him beat himself with wooden sticks.

At first, the two of them didn't dare to hit hard and hesitated a bit before striking.

Later, following Meng Chuan's instructions, the two fought with increasing enthusiasm and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

"Didn't you two eat? Push harder!"

Meng Chuan snapped out of his daze, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and opened the room window.

The room smelled rather unpleasant; the smell of the ointment on my body and the smell of sweat were really irritating to my eyes.

He raised his hand and pinched his skin a little harder. He couldn't feel anything when he pinched it; instead, he felt it becoming increasingly firm.

Then, he tensed his arm and exerted force, his skin instantly becoming like a taut drumhead.

He pinched harder, but felt almost no pain.

"Wearing armor, it finally looks like armor. It seems that the hard training over this period of time has yielded some results."

As Meng Chuan pondered this, he looked at the Martial Arts Limit Break panel to check his progress in Hard Skills.

[Nourishing Qi and Armoring Exercise: Beginner (39%) → (40%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

As the applied ointment was fully absorbed, my skill level jumped up a little more.

"I think the difficulty of top-level hard skills is not too bad, it's not that they are too difficult to learn."

"Could it be that I have a natural talent for physical training?"

At this moment, he felt that his progress in mastering the armored body was even faster than his progress in practicing Luo's Bajiquan.

As he came to understand the wonders of external martial arts, Meng Chuan gradually fell in love with practicing hard martial arts.

The next morning, Meng Chuan was having breakfast in the dining room when he heard his uncle calling him from the living room.

"Chuan'er, come here quickly."

"Let's watch TV."

Meng Chuan left after hearing the news.

On the television screen, in the lobby of the Ministry of Education in Yong'an City, a sophisticated female host is interviewing a middle-aged man dressed in a red and white martial arts uniform.

[Hello Principal Yin, thank you so much for taking the time to be interviewed. Today, the main thing I want to ask on behalf of our viewers and parents is...]
What new policies does Yong'an Wuda University have for admissions this year?

Principal Yin strode forward, his sunglasses adding a touch of mystery and authority to his face.

Her hair was short and neat, with a few strands of silver hair mixed in.

After taking the microphone, he said in a loud voice:
This year, our school has made many convenient optimizations to the student registration process, allowing students to register from home without leaving their houses. For example, we have built a new registration mini-program on the WeChat platform.

Meng Yongzhi couldn't help but sigh:

"This is the former principal of Yong'an Martial Arts University. He once wanted you to attend Yong'an Martial Arts University."

Meng Chuan smiled and nodded, looking at the powerful figures on the TV. Yong'an Martial Arts University was not bad, but it could not compare to Beilian University in any way.

He had heard his master mention this person, Yin Tianshou, the principal of Yong'an Martial Arts University, who was a fifth-level Venerable-level expert.

Principal Yin possesses the "Karmic Fire Candle Dragon" trait. The reason he always wears sunglasses is not to show off, but to cover his naturally vertical pupils.

As long as you open your eyes and look at the target being watched, you will be engulfed in a raging inferno.

Furthermore, his dragon-shaped martial arts technique is at the pinnacle of the era, and his true strength is infinitely close to that of a martial arts king.

However, compared to the principals of top-tier martial arts universities, there is still a gap.

The principals of top-tier martial arts universities such as the Four Great Universities of the East, West, South, North, and East, and Wudang, Yanhua, and Longhushan, are like Zheng Yulan, the principal of Yanhua Martial Arts University who is currently guarding the demon's lair outside Yong'an City.

The principals of these schools are all top-tier experts among the Heavenly Kings, and some are even Seventh-Level Great Saints who have been cultivating in seclusion among them.

As the sun was about to rise, Meng Chuan said no more.

He turned around and went up to the rooftop to absorb the first wisp of purple energy between heaven and earth to nourish his inner body.

The beginner level of "Nourishing Qi and Wearing Armor" progresses very quickly, and after breaking through to the next level, the body's skin will undergo its first qualitative change.

Therefore, whenever the sun is out on a sunny day, he goes to the rooftop to absorb the purple energy, hoping to break through to the proficient level as soon as possible.

The path of martial arts has no end. Meng Chuan was confident in himself. As long as he persisted, he would one day catch up with these top experts of the world.

4 a.m. Monday.

Yuan Huan at home.

Inside the basement, Yuan Huan held an object in his hand that resembled a bowl, its surface as bright red as if it had been painted with a layer of bright red varnish.

He leaned closer to smell it, and only when his nose was pressed against it could he detect a faint smell of blood.

Then he flicked his finger, and a drop of blood dripped onto it.

In an instant, the strange bowl underwent some kind of change, and a faint red mist quickly spread out.

(End of this chapter)