Luo Guanyun happened to be heading to a meeting at the Martial Arts Association, so the mentor and disciple set off together.
At the gate of the Yong’an Martial Arts Association.
Meng Chuan saw from afar Uncle Bai, Bai Junfeng, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, also known as the "Iron Palm Eagle King."
As he approached, those iron palms patted his chest, and he praised:
"Not bad, Xiaomeng, you became a Martial Arts Family so quickly, even Uncle Bai is a bit taken aback."
He smiled sheepishly.
Looking at Meng Chuan, who seemed like a different person from the past, Bai Junfeng felt a mix of emotions.
Recalling the last time he saw him at Xiang King’s Tomb, he was just a small seven-barrier Martial Artist.
How long has it been, and he’s already a Martial Arts Family?
Even riding a rocket wouldn’t be this fast!
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to register as a Martial Arts Family."
In this Qi Blood Martial Arts Era, only those "on the roster" are considered legitimate Martial Arts Families.
Those who hide and dare not come are mostly disciples of the Demon Path practicing Demon Skills.
Luo Guanyun was heading to the top floor for a meeting, while Meng Chuan followed Bai Junfeng to complete the Martial Arts Family status change.
Opening his phone, he saw on his citizen identity panel that "Martial Artist" had been updated to "Martial Arts Family" in big characters.
His public rights and related benefits were greatly enhanced, but many were overshadowed by his "Silver Lion" medal.
Meng Chuan scanned it briefly, then put down his phone and continued to the service window to apply for his Martial Arts Family title.
A Martial Arts Family isn’t just anyone; in a typical week, only a few people apply for a title, so it has been merged into the special affairs processing window.
Meng Chuan waited in line for ten minutes before it was his turn.
"Hello, I’d like to register a title."
The staff member looked up, seeing how young he was, and was about to explain that titles are exclusive to Martial Arts Families.
But she suddenly realized, this young man looked so familiar...
"’Infinite Fist, Meng Chuan,’ please register it."
Upon hearing this, the female staff immediately broke into an auntie-like smile.
Steel gun Xiaomeng, I knew you looked familiar, then there’s no problem.
"Let me check if the title is taken, please wait a moment."
A moment later, she nodded and smiled:
"Good, no one has taken it, so I’ll help you apply.
Three days later, all your online information will be prefixed with the four big characters ’Infinite Fist.’"
"Thank you."
Meng Chuan had been worried that someone might have taken it, but it seems he was worrying too much.
The word ’infinite,’ it’s neither too large nor too small.
Martial Arts Families with lower strength worry about not living up to the name ’infinite.’
While Martial Arts Grandmasters have titles that better suit their paths, he managed to "grab a bargain."
He confirmed the details of his title once more, and after making sure everything was correct, he turned to leave.
The female staff watched Meng Chuan’s back and murmured in confusion:
"Why does Xiaomeng look slimmer after becoming a Martial Arts Family..."
Meng Chuan’s compact appearance was completely different from what she saw in videos and live broadcasts.
On screen, Meng Chuan appeared muscular, exuding a powerful aura.
But the young man in front of her had a well-proportioned physique, with a restrained sharpness.
She suddenly remembered some rumors on the Martial Arts forum.
It’s said that true experts can refine their Qi Blood to return to the natural state, could it be...
"As expected of the national champion, just entering the realm and already so impressive."
...
Meng Chuan finished all his tasks and sat in the hall waiting for his mentor to come down so they could leave together.
"I’ll get busy first, you’re a grown-up now, let’s have a drink with Uncle Bai another day."
Next to him, Bai Junfeng patted Meng Chuan’s shoulder and said reassuringly.
Meng Chuan nodded and smiled:
"No problem, come over another day, we’ll have a good drink!"
"No need another day, let’s do it tonight."
Luo Guanyun came down from upstairs, having heard the conversation from afar.
He walked over with a smile and interjected:
"I’ll host tonight at my place, a perfect chance to celebrate Xiaomeng’s advancement!"
...
In the evening, Building A003 of Huayun Prefecture.
"Master, does drinking really not affect secondary growth?"
Meng Chuan asked, seeing the wall of alcohol his master had bought.
Dong Yue, on the side, explained for Luo Guanyun:
"No problem, I already said before, I owe my ability to feel Qi entirely to this. Alcohol is the essence of grain, the more you drink, the younger you become."
"..."
Dong Yue was invited by Meng Chuan, as he had always wanted to meet his master, so he took this opportunity to invite him for a drink.
Luo Guanyun heard his disciple still fretting and laughed:
"As long as it doesn’t deplete your body strength, drinking doesn’t affect you.
Come on, let’s each have a set. Everyone drinks their own, no cheating, no using martial arts techniques to digest, and we’ll expel it after we’re done."
Only then did Meng Chuan feel at ease, focusing on dealing with the three at the table.
Two hours later...
In the end, he couldn’t beat three seasoned drinkers, watching the forty or so bottles underfoot quickly blur into over eighty...
He’s drunk, can’t keep drinking.
After saying goodbye, Meng Chuan staggered home, lay on his bed, expelled the alcohol, and fell asleep immediately.
"This kid can’t hold his liquor, Little Dong, Xiaobai, let’s continue the three of us."
Today, Ren Ping went to her daughter’s place, it’s rare to find a worthy opponent, tonight we’ll drink to our heart’s content.
"Who the hell is Xiaobai, I’m older than you, alright?"
Bai Junfeng roared.
Luo Guanyun’s face turned red and he retorted:
"You son of a bitch, talking to a Martial Arts Grandmaster like that?"
The three exchanged toasts, their laughter causing the living room chandelier to tremble slightly.
Sometimes, the joy of men is just that simple...
...
Meanwhile, not far from the foot of Lishan Mountain, in a villa.
Ren Ping and Luo Meng, mother and daughter, were lying on the bed chatting.
"Meng Chuan became a Martial Artist, did you know?"
Luo Meng nodded lightly, as it was the biggest event at their Yong’an branch recently, how could she not know.
Ren Ping smiled faintly and said:
"That child values relationships deeply, and in the end... he chose your father’s Thunder technique."
Luo Meng pinched her nails together and said softly:
"I actually advised him against it, but it was useless.
Since that’s the case... the Thunder technique is fierce and quite suitable for him."
Ren Ping sighed and persuaded:
"You two father and son had a grudge only because of this broken cultivation technique. Now that your father’s Thunder technique is passed on, go back and apologize, we’re still family after all, it’s not a way to keep this up every day." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ⓝovelFire.net
Luo Meng immediately turned away and said gently:
"It’s too late, mom. Let’s sleep."
Seeing her daughter’s attitude, Ren Ping whispered into her ear:
"Your father now has a big family business, but his cultivation technique isn’t stable..."
Luo Meng’s body stiffened, and after a moment of silence, she turned back...
...
Time flew by, and three days later.
Meng Chuan stood in front of the mirror, maintaining a normal build, examining his body that had fully completed secondary development.
He gazed from bottom to top, his legs like pillars grounded firmly, his core waist and abdomen tight as a steel board, and his spine straight like a spear.
The muscle lines all over his body sculpted as if by a chisel, no longer possessing a bulging knot-like feel under the compressed state of 90%.
Finally, Meng Chuan locked eyes with the thunder glint in the mirror.
After recent days of recovery, the Thunder Seed restored to its original state.
Reliant solely on his Qi Blood!
With Bone Flower alone, Meng Chuan could only prevent it from escaping, but he couldn’t intervene as the Thunder Seed absorbed Qi Blood at will.
In these few days, the Thunder Seed absorbed about a little.
Though the amount isn’t much, accumulated over time, it’s unbearable...
No wonder the master, despite having top-notch aptitude, top-grade bones and comprehension, and the United University’s Martial Extreme True Inheritance, was still extremely frustrated by the Thunder Seed.
Merely just entering has such a large appetite, later as the level of mind technique increases, the danger will greatly escalate.
"I need to cultivate the Bone Flower sooner, and also gather the cultivation technique regarding blood sooner..."
Meng Chuan’s Chest Acupoint hasn’t mutated yet, and he still needs to rely on Dong Yue and depend on beatings to promote the progression of Hard Skills.
The first acupoint in the Martial Arts Family to mutate is called the top "Baihui Acupoint."
This is the "convergence of all yang," among the six major acupoints, it plays a leading role and must be conquered first.
When the Baihui mutates, a person can elevate yang and lift what is sunken, displaying a magnificent aura, showing initial signs of a Martial Arts Family.
Once the Baihui Acupoint mutation is complete, a Martial Arts Family can independently select the remaining five major acupoints for mutation.
Meng Chuan feels quite conflicted about the mutation of the second acupoint.
The significance of the Chest Acupoint goes without saying, but the effect of the mutated Inner Gate Acupoint is also top-notch.
Nourishing and stabilizing the foundation, replenishing kidney Qi, and regulating that aspect of the system...
"I’ll decide when the time comes..."
He still leans toward the "Chest Acupoint", not to mention, it can save a significant amount on the cost of beatings.
His mind turning back, Meng Chuan closed his eyes and focused, his nose twitching slightly, as the aroma of Aunt’s cooking wafts up from the floor below.
He gazed into the distance, seeing several hundred meters away, the joyful expressions of the elderly dancing at the square.
His ears perked up, hearing the soft sounds from the morning breeze, even the rustling of sparrows flapping wings on the treetops was crystal clear.
This is not only an enhancement of the five senses, but also a manifestation of the three flowers’ "God" strengthened.
Secondary development not only refers to the body, but also rejuvenates his spirit, subtly escaping the innate deficiency of the divine.
"This is also thanks to the merit of Tao Heart Demon Seed..."
Meng Chuan mused silently.
Though the Thunder Seed continuously devours Qi Blood, it also subtly refines his spirit.
Only at the entry stage, its enhancement to "God" is exhibited, not just in the extraordinary sensitivity of the five senses, but also making his awareness penetrate minute details like thunder.
As long as he wishes, within a thirty-zhang radius around him, even the subtle rhythm of breathing can be precisely captured.
This transformation brought by the enhancement of "God" is the other side of the domineering nature of the Thunder technique.
At this moment, Meng Chuan already understands the principle.
"Everything in the world possesses duality, just as the Dragon Demon residing within can trigger a person’s demonic thoughts.
The Thunder Seed uses Qi Blood as nourishment, yet can repay the host with spiritual power, forming a near-plundering balance.
But its demand for Qi Blood will intensify with the strengthening of spirit, becoming just like drinking poison to quench thirst."
He further attempts to deduce that if he can fully control the Thunder Seed similar to restraining the Dragon Demon in the future.
At that time, to gain the enhancement of "God," he might have to voluntarily offer Qi Blood to "Old Thunder."
Such a method is far preferable than passive absorption, Meng Chuan prefers to possess initiative.
"What I give you is yours, what I don’t give you can’t be taken..."
After thinking it through, he arched his body like a drawn bow, then instantly ejected from the window, transforming into a shadow in the air.
With several leaps and bounds, he found an abandoned sand and gravel field in Huayun Prefecture.
A week without practice, Meng Chuan needs to let loose, venting the joy in his heart.
His figure flashes beside a large rock, his right arm gathers Demon Seed True Qi, and the punch wind is like thunder, shattering the air.
Before the punch hits the stone surface, it has already crumbled with a sound, dust billowing up as a hint of satisfaction flashes in Meng Chuan’s eyes.