With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 522 - 480: Fist’s Edge Tempered by the Divine Fire, Intention Locks the Universe!
"I understand, Uncle Master, but my Fist Blade already has the ability to harm spirits. If I infuse it with spiritual power,
will the effects overlap or stack?"
Zhao Shousui took Meng Chuan’s Fist Blade, examined it for a moment, then handed it back with a smile:
"Not bad, a fine weapon. Your Fist Blade harms spirits because it’s forged with Celestial Demon materials that possess this function, separate from spiritual power.
Spiritual power, by nature, is entirely different from the innate power of your Fist Blade. It can strike at the essence, damaging conceptual demons.
The ’concept’ of conceptual demons is formless and intangible, much like human ’cognition’ limitations that make them unobservable and unassailable.
The existence of spiritual power can warp and tear through such cognitive barriers, thereby harming these demons.
Your Fist Blade, although capable of harming spirits, targets tangible spiritual entities, things with ’substance’ within cognition.
Conceptual demons lack substance, meaning there’s no spiritual carrier, rendering attacks ineffective as if hitting air."
Hearing this, Meng Chuan essentially understood:
"Uncle Master, it’s like using my eyes to see; I’m limited by these cognitive barriers you mentioned, hence unable to perceive.
But using spiritual perception, I can detect these conceptual demons, right?"
Zhao Shousui laughed:
"Yes, teachable you are. The outside world says you’re stubborn and bullheaded, but rumors aren’t to be believed..."
"..."
That was all in the past, during the days of practicing National Righteous Fist. How are people still spreading rumors...
Zhao Shousui shook the blue weapon in his hand and looked at him:
"Come, attack me. I’ll guide you slowly in combat.
Wudang’s method of spiritual power possession was the first to be created in Great Chu, unique in its right, and a pioneer in close-range spiritual power use.
Learn well; this will be a powerful weapon for you against conceptual demons in the future."
"Thank you, Uncle Master. Shall we move to a more spacious venue?"
"No need."
As the words fell, Meng Chuan saw the surrounding light and shadow change.
The air, dust, and even tiny crawling insects on the ground were immobilized, and even the breath of all things was pinned down, with the wind shattering into light spots a hundred feet away.
Only he and Uncle Master Zhao’s forms were the sole movable coordinates within this hundred feet radius.
He knew the other had unfolded a domain, a Grandmaster Level Intentional Scene.
Far beyond the power of a Martial Arts Master’s Mental Realm, the two aren’t even of the same concept.
Zhao Shousui waved the weapon in his hand, making the palm sound with "slap slap":
"No need to scrutinize. No matter how you destroy it here, everything will return to normal once I end the Intentional Scene.
When you gather the Three Flowers at the Top, you’ll be able to do this too. For now, it’s useless to overthink."
"Understood, Uncle Master, then I’ll begin."
Meng Chuan steadied his mind, clenched his fists, and walked forward.
Crimson streaming light overflowed from his clenched fists, then wrapped his entire arm like a spiraling radiance.
Besides learning to use spiritual power from Uncle Master, he also wanted to see what level he was at now.
To assess if he could best a typical Three-Limit Master without releasing his full physical strength.
After coming to Wudang, whether it was Qi and Blood or martial techniques,
he had made significant progress compared to a few months ago.
Having broken past some strong combat traits, his combat power had soared sharply compared to before he climbed the mountain.
Therefore, he was now eager for a formidable opponent to test his full abilities without getting hurt.
Uncle Master Zhao, as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, was evidently very suitable.
This realm, engulfed by the other’s Intentional Scene, allowed him to unleash his power without worrying about harming any flowers or grass.
...
As Meng Chuan attacked, he continuously pondered Uncle Master Zhao’s words:
"...Like this, keeping your perception focused on your fists. Your spirit highly concentrated, just as Fist Stance transforms into Martial Arts Momentum, compress your intangible spiritual power, using Qi and Blood flow to push it to your limbs."
...
"Carefully observe the blue light on the mace, the condensation and flow of spiritual power. Your ’spirit,’ without the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top mutation, can’t manifest long outside the body.
You must precisely penetrate, preferably when the enemy’s mental sea is empty, or when they’re using spiritual power, for a precision strike.
This also prevents your mental sea from being compromised, leaving spiritual power depleted and giving the enemy an opportunity to exploit."
Zhao Shousui raised the mace to block his incoming fists, blue light clashing with red.
Meng Chuan’s spiritual power manifested like a flame, just like his fists.
As time passed slowly, the surrounding Intentional Scene dissipated.
He remained standing, maintaining his punching stance, quietly understanding and utilizing his comprehension.
Once he fully absorbed these memories, ensuring the techniques were eternally imprinted in his body after unswerving evidence,
he drew back his fist and stood.
Seeing this, Zhao Shousui nodded to himself.
This kid’s talent wasn’t exaggerated; he was truly remarkable.
Moreover, under Meng Chuan’s offensive, he felt the other didn’t seem like just a Second Limit.
The weight of his limbs, the fierceness of his Fist Stance, seemed more like a Third Limit.
From a straightforward perspective,
Zhao Shousui observed that with the same Qi and Blood, Meng Chuan’s strength and speed were several times that of others.
This point was quite terrifying.
The bodily foundational differences were the largest.
Being merely 20% stronger could result in crushing others.
Even if martial skills were leveled, defeating an enemy in a few moves would be no problem.
This kid’s fundamental attributes were at least three to four times stronger than those with the same Qi and Blood.
Over ten thousand Qi Blood can unleash thirty to forty thousand power, that’s freaking insane...
Let’s not even talk about the kid’s mastery over Momentum, and the martial arts technique in the Rhyme Realm.
Thus, overall, counterattacking against a beginner of the Three Limits would not be difficult for him.
However, the gap between the Three Limits is vast.
Some Martial Arts Masters have nearly a hundred thousand Qi and Blood Value; encountering such an opponent, Meng Chuan would need to further consolidate.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh:
"These past few months at Wudang, you have indeed achieved Enlightenment.
If the demon brat you met on your way up the mountain were to appear now, you could kill him without my help.
Alright, have you grasped the use of Spiritual Power? Punch at me so I can feel it. Don’t use other methods, just attach Spiritual Power to your fists and feet."
Upon hearing Uncle Master Zhao’s appraisal, Meng Chuan nodded secretly.
It seems he has indeed grown a lot.
Earlier, Uncle Master had thoroughly demonstrated to him the method Wudang uses to attach Spiritual Power to fists and feet.
Uncle Master’s teaching level was on par with Grandmaster Chen, the head at United University.
He clearly exhibited the entire process, repeatedly emphasizing the key points within.
Meng Chuan already knew what he should do.
He adjusted his breath, a faint flame surged toward his fist.
Manifesting Spiritual Power outside the body cannot change reality; only those with divine insight can sense this scene.
Ordinary people looking over would feel a dire warning in their Heart Spirit, unable to see with their eyes.
This existence like fire, Meng Chuan named it [Flame of Spirit].
Next, he continued to punch and strike, engaging in combat with Uncle Master Zhao emerging from various angles.
According to the opponent’s words, seize the right opportunity to attach and attack.
Do not maintain the attached state of Spiritual Power for long, to avoid excessive consumption.
Although his total amount of Spiritual Power is far greater than others.
The manifestation consumes a significant amount, and some strength must be reserved to guard the Sea of Consciousness, not to be used wastefully.
With the increase in Spiritual Power’s capacity like Uncle Master, it can be wielded freely.
He then can maintain the attached state continuously for a long time.
At this moment, the "thump thump" sound of fists and feet striking is incessant.
Every time the opponent appeared, Spiritual Power would suddenly mix within fists and feet.
Meng Chuan needed to judge in advance and attach the Flame of Spirit to counterattack before the opponent used it.
With the support of martial arts technique in the Rhyme Realm, his handling speed was quick.
At first, he was a few beats slower; gradually, he could synchronize with Uncle Master Zhao’s attachment of Spiritual Power.
Finally, he seized a critical moment, delivered a punch, accurately hitting the blue glow on the opponent’s palm.
With a shock, the fire extinguished it.
Zhao Shousui stood with hands behind, ceasing to attack:
"Nephew, well done."
He flicked his hands, extinguishing Meng Chuan’s flame.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Spiritual Power decreased slightly, consumed by the erosion from Meng Chuan’s Spiritual Power.
Then Zhao Shousui said:
"What I taught you is not Martial Arts, just techniques, therefore there is no so-called progress in cultivation.
To strengthen cultivation, apply it more in real combat, ponder in daily leisure, there’s no other way."
Meng Chuan withdrew his power, nodded and said:
"Understood."
"Your spiritual foundation has improved; now you can make it solid. If you can take it further, make it [active].
It can cause greater damage, even manifest as I mentioned, like transforming into a dragon or tiger flying sword, carrying out long-distance strikes."
He nodded, asking:
"Active... Uncle Master, is amber foundation required?"
"Yes, indeed the Profound Iron Foundation is already the peak of spiritual foundation naturally born in normal people.
Regarding the essence of Three Flowers, whether amber or the strongest glazed foundation, they are considered [non-human] existences."
"Uncle Master means, if I can, post-birth, elevate my spiritual foundation to amber level, it would be a mutation in Spiritual Power?"
"Exactly, I possess the Innate Amber Foundation, spiritual power active mutation is an innate talent.
You can also achieve it post-birth, I believe in you."
After hearing Uncle Master’s bragging, Meng Chuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Someone like him, born lacking spirit, truly cannot envy it.
From sand and stone to Profound Iron Foundation, only he knows how much he has sacrificed.
Zhao Shousui glanced at the time, nearly midnight, having taught Meng Chuan for almost ten hours.
"Alright, I’m exhausted teaching you, that’s it for today. Since weapons are different from fists and feet, there’s a gap with Spiritual Power.
I suggest you, when your foundation is further improved, try again. Or increase the total amount of Spiritual Power further, that can yield miraculous results."
Today has truly troubled Uncle Master, he bowed in gratitude:
"Thank you Uncle Master, Meng Chuan has learned today."
...
Wang Ye was still standing, Meng Chuan greeted him, returned to his room.
He laid the grass mat neatly flat, sat cross-legged on it.
Took out his phone, logged into the United University website, viewed the online version of Hidden Martial Pavilion.
This was launched recently, only teachers and students of the Grandmaster Class could enjoy this "beta version" ahead of others.
