Chapter 345: Chapter 345

Early the next morning, June 8th.

Meng Chuan woke up from his sleep, did a brief morning exercise, and then went to freshen up.

Afterwards, he changed into the Red Fire Flying Dragon outfit, ready to attend the recognition ceremony.

This was specially organized by Yong’an Branch School to celebrate his acquisition of the Martial Extreme True Inheritance.

Another round of speeches concluded, and applause thundered from the audience.

After speaking, he swiftly left, unwilling to use the marketing tactics of Yong’an in his "own home"...

In Chen Qiushui’s office.

From the first moment Meng Chuan saw him, the smile on his face never faded.

Chen Qiushui pulled him to sit down and said warmly:

"Xiaomeng, don’t get carried away, the honor of the True Inheritance is merely recognition of your martial arts path so far.

Don’t forget this original intention, keep your feet on the ground and move forward, becoming a Grandmaster is not your ultimate goal."

"There’s also another matter, since you represent our campus in obtaining the Martial Extreme True Inheritance.

The main campus injected a large number of academic credits to subsidize Yong’an Branch School’s exchange mall."

After a brief explanation, Meng Chuan understood.

In short, until next June, before the new Martial Extreme True Inheritance determines the campus ownership,

Yong’an Campus will offer a fifteen percent discount on ninety percent of its items.

Only high-end martial arts resources suited for Grandmasters and above won’t be discounted.

However, such resources are a minimal portion, unrelated to the majority within the United University.

This move was indeed a "benefit to the people."

Chen Qiushui advised:

"I don’t encourage you to stop training for a year and go crazy to earn credits.

Remember, the sooner you advance in levels, the better. The earning speed at the first and second limits is incomparable.

However, it’s best to spend all your current credits this year while enjoying the discounts, also preparing for future training."

Meng Chuan plans to go all in on Qi Armor Spirit Pills, although they’re exorbitantly priced.

However, nothing is as worthwhile as something that can enhance your training progress.

Just like other martial arts families, who purchase Great Pills to aid in Pile Skills to speed up Qi Blood storage.

He’s free from such worries, saving him a significant amount of money.

He naturally can’t live frugally, purchasing items that aid in refining Qi Blood, necessary spending must be done.

The phone screen lit up, and as Meng Chuan drank tea and checked, he found a credits transfer from Chen Qiushui.

"Grandmaster Chen, this..."

Before he could finish, Chen Qiushui said with a smile:

"This is a token from the teachers of our campus. Many teachers have accumulated quite a few credits, just waiting for this discount.

Therefore, to show their gratitude, everyone contributed 50, with eighty-five teachers totaling 4,250 credits.

I, as your supervisor, also benefited greatly from your victory, so I topped up the remaining to make it five thousand."

The credits previously transferred to Chu Yanlong were recovered, making Meng Chuan feel both touched and a bit conflicted.

"There are still good people in this world..."

Meng Chuan bowed in gratitude.

Grandmaster Chen is his Grandmaster Class supervisor, sharing the honor is reasonable, and doing nothing would have been appropriate.

Transferring credits to him showed a great deal of regard.

Chen Qiushui waved his hand with a smile and said:

"Alright, sit down. While we’re free now, there’s no time like the present.

If you have any issues regarding training, bring them up, and I’ll help you solve one or two."

Meng Chuan, while drinking tea, put forward his thoughts on training.

The two immediately plunged into the sparks of martial arts inspiration collision.

Time flew by, and due to their deep focus, only near noon did Chen Qiushui suddenly realize the time.

She pondered secretly in her heart:

"Just in terms of martial principles, this kid, Meng Chuan, is already ahead of almost all his peers..."

This is a good thing, the more you reflect, the further you can go on the martial arts path.

Learning without reflection leads to confusion!

This is also why comprehension often exceeds natural talent through repeated breakthroughs of the human body’s limits in training.

Coming back to her senses, before leaving, Chen Qiushui couldn’t help but probe:

"Xiaomeng, what do you think of my daughter?"

Meng Chuan was a bit dumbfounded, what did she mean...

He fumbled, and two words rolled out of his mouth.

"Then do you want..."

"But I’m practicing Pile Skills, I need to maintain virgin..."

Before finishing his sentence, Meng Chuan suddenly realized both feet were off the ground.

The sound of the wind whooshed by his ears, drawing a graceful arc outside the window.

He heard Chen Qiushui’s angry voice from inside the window:

Just before kissing the ground, Meng Chuan tapped his foot and landed steadily.

He smiled bitterly inside, the virgin part was merely an excuse.

Grandmaster Chen’s anger now will be understandable once it dissipates, avoiding awkwardness in the future, which is more suitable than a direct refusal.

At his current level of hard skills, the Buddhist Sect’s hard skills’ essence won’t leak out affecting him in the slightest.

But due to having too many secrets, he wouldn’t consider settling down while his strength is insufficient, to avoid implicating others.

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He should take it step by step, right now he has no time for romantic entanglements.

However, Meng Chuan is not stubborn; if he were to be with her or someone else in the future, it could be just a passing moment...

But with Meng Jiaolong, it’s different, he needs to be responsible, alas...

A good man capable of freely switching between one meter eighty and five meters, naturally full of youthful vigor, sometimes gets excited.

"Enough, tonight I’ll practice some Shaolin Kung Fu to calm down..."

Early the next morning, in a Martial Arts Dojo within Huaqing Pool.

These days Lu Zhuxiao was in high spirits.

The coveted [Gold Medal Tutor], upon Meng Chuan seizing the Martial Extreme True Inheritance, was already in the bag!

Looking at the figure diligently practicing martial arts ahead, Lu Zhuxiao couldn’t suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Rising with the child’s success, rising with the student’s success, as Meng Chuan’s Fist Skill teacher, absolutely reasonable.

He sighed inwardly, at this rate, Meng Chuan might catch up to him in less than two years.

"So what, am I not still the teacher of United University Martial Extreme True Inheritance? Hahaha!"

The higher Meng Chuan climbed, the higher his status as a Fist Skill master rose.

"Keep going, that fist skill you mentioned earlier, the Fire Attribute True Skill fist skill taught by Professor Li.

Remember to call me when you cultivate it, I’ll help check on it."

After finishing a round of fist skill and adjusting his breath, Meng Chuan suddenly thought of something.

Isn’t Master Lu also practicing spear technique?

It’s just the right time for a spar to see if my [Golden Finger] is useful, my hands have been rubbed raw from practicing...

The two of them casually got a straight branch from the side and used it as a spear.

"Xiaomeng, feeling a bit cocky?"

"Master Lu, let’s give it a try."

The voices ceased, and the two stepped forward simultaneously.

Both using neither Power nor True Qi, purely competing with weapon techniques.

The two slender branches clashed and collided, Meng Chuan’s spear technique affected by Motohiko that day, the "spearhead" shook like a fierce tiger leaping across a gorge.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhuxiao’s "spearhead" seemed to be influenced by some sort of force-exerting technique.

Straight as a true spear stance, carrying an intense, threatening sharpness.

The crisp collision sound carried far away, Meng Chuan put away his "great spear" to see it had broken into two halves.

Lu Zhuxiao was a bit surprised.

He had practiced spear technique for over ten years, it was quite remarkable for Meng Chuan to clash with his spear.

"When did this kid learn spear technique?"

He was puzzled inwardly.

Meng Chuan casually fetched another, gripping it front and back without pausing, driving forward like a thunderbolt, thrusting towards Master Lu’s chest in an instant.

He initially imitated the stance of "Wind Through Flowers" crushing down.

Since this move was easily interrupted, he decided to go direct with a thrust!

Lu Zhuxiao, being a master who immersed himself in spear dao at the second major limit, wouldn’t be defenseless against Meng Chuan’s sudden change in move.

His large hand grasped the end of the branch, dragging it on the ground to draw a perfect arc, easily blocking the fierce blade.

A downward force from the shaft, Meng Chuan understood if he stubbornly competed, the outcome would still be a break into two.

Pressing down with his thumb, he lowered the spearhead to circumvent the obstruction, then his palm shook, stabbing obliquely upward!

This weapon technique was taught to him by Huo Yonglin, known as the Eighteenth Style of the Huo family—Dragon Leap into Water!

Lu Zhuxiao showed no weakness, twisting his waist and sidestepping, his "great spear" wrapped in sharpness thrusting in, each thrust fiercer than the last.

As the spear’s edge rose, an invisible momentum was gradually gathered, along with the spearhead’s advance and retreat, the momentum came attacking simultaneously.

This was spear momentum!

Meng Chuan’s Heart Spirit was almost at his throat, attempting to block in the rhythm of martial techniques.

After more than ten thrusts, at last, a slight gap was exposed, allowing Lu Zhuxiao to break through.

He reversed his grip to block sideways with the branch, kicked off and retreated.

With a "boom!" sound, his equipment was once again smashed into two by Master Lu.

Lu Zhuxiao looked at Meng Chuan, whose face was flushed, tossed away the branch in his hand, and laughed:

"From whom did you learn this spear technique? It feels like a little bit of everything, but nothing refined."

Meng Chuan shook his head with a bitter smile.

In spear technique, Qi Jiguang Qi Shuai, Motohiko, even Huo Yonglin when still a Martial Artist, were all his teachers, teaching whatever they could...

"You haven’t practiced for long, have you? I feel you have a strong talent in spear technique as well.

If you want to achieve something on this path, you need to start with systematic foundational learning."

Finally, Meng Chuan agreed with him to set aside an hour each week to practice spear techniques.

Not aiming for Divine Communication in spear dao, only hoping to use it when engaging in combat.

Weapons also have counters, he still prioritized Fist Blade.

When the situation was suitable to draw the weapon, he could also use it to defend against enemies, lest it was a waste of the [Tiger Soul] True Martial Great Spear in his hand.

Practicing only an hour a week wouldn’t delay his martial training.

"Then let’s start from today, spear soldiers are not like Fist Blade, besides being fierce, they should also be unpredictable, I’ll first teach you the four-word formula [Crash, Point, Pierce, Chop]."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Lu!"

"Your time is tight for martial practice, let’s skip the idle talk and begin."

Time seemed to pass faster during martial practice.

Occasionally, disasters erupted from the Demon Nest outside, but they had nothing to do with the San Qin area and Yong’an.

It seemed after the two disturbances, the San Qin area experienced a brief peace.

In his interactions with Meng Chuan, Lu Zhuxiao clearly noticed much progress in him.

"Is this Golden Finger really so powerful..."

Yet he didn’t know, Golden Finger was a skill requiring gradual, diligent development for proficiency growth.

The main reason was having a perpetual certification, coupled with the drills from Qi Shuai in the image world.

Even if Meng Chuan hadn’t practiced for a week, when his hand grasped the branch, the feeling was still there.

The "spearhead" whistled through the air, and Meng Chuan thrust one spear after another towards the wooden pillar.