With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 569 - 521: Wearing Green on the Head, Soaring into the Clouds!
He still remembered.
That day at the Martial Monastery, Master Huaiyuan unleashed his martial arts Intention against Brother Meng.
Brother Meng received a blow with the Earth Element Fist Intention, the Vajra Demon-Subduing Palm.
And then... learned it just like that?
The young monk couldn’t understand, muttering to himself:
"Hit me too, little monk also wants to awaken, wants to learn..."
Actually, he was being self-deprecating, not really wanting to take a punch from Meng Chuan.
From afar, he could feel that piercing green glow.
Getting hit would cause scattered bruises all over...
Moreover, the gap between himself and Brother Meng was already too great, far surpassing the setting of a supernova.
Returning to his senses, Jue Ming continued to study diligently, his greatest strength was not being in a rush.
Slowly progressing, steadily improving was enough.
Not comparing with abnormal beings like Brother Meng...
Observing the marvel of that figure performing the fist techniques, the young monk was sincerely awed:
"Who would have thought, Brother Meng’s hard skills are exceptional, and his fist skills are equally flawless..."
...
A punch!
Meng Chuan’s aura surged, his entire presence becoming more divine.
The green color swirled like stars, visible to the naked eye.
The magnetic field of this green forest was guided by the heart’s intention, revealing its original appearance.
Lightning faintly wrapped around his fingertips, the coating made the green glow seem even more piercing.
Blue-purple lightning, the demon-subduing True Qi is the "universal pair."
It complements any attribute of "Momentum" perfectly.
Coupled with the Five Qi Chaoyuan’s Five Elements interaction, the two wouldn’t conflict at all.
The transformation continued.
Meng Chuan’s five fingers grasped as if clutching the vitality of the entire mountain forest in his palm!
The scattered essence of the vegetation, drawn by the magnetic field.
Transformed into luminous green dots, converging towards the fist tip like rivers ending in the sea.
Dried leaves suddenly floated, shredded into powder within spiral air currents.
Pine needles ten meters away detached from branches, swept away by his fist momentum, pulling a green torrent out of the air, flowing with life.
The mountain wind suddenly intensified, bringing the smell of fresh grass and the earthy scent to the face, dyeing the morning light with a hazy green.
Meng Chuan standing at the storm’s center felt endless heroic spirit within.
"I borrow the momentum of the heavens and earth!"
Gazing at the ground, then looking towards the sky.
Where should this punch be aimed?
Only towards the horizon, allowing the heavens to endure it.
Otherwise, no matter where it hits, it would be a disaster.
Meng Chuan vowed never to destroy public property again...
"Come!"
Meng Chuan no longer restrained, uttering a low shout.
Motions as grand as Hou Yi shooting the sun, extending and arching.
The retracted fist suddenly burst forth!
Layer upon layer of Power stacked, utilizing the most advanced technique to amass strength before exploding.
From shoulder to elbow, from arm to fist tip.
His entire Qi Blood power flowed, transforming into a giant net swallowing the sky, encompassing everything between heaven and earth.
Once everything was solidified!
Strike out!
Boom——!
With a swing of the fist, the spiritual energy surged like a jade tide.
The momentum of the vegetation fully converted into this strike, a vast gale swept forth, like a green dragon ascending to the sky.
Chengcheng Fist Intention, distinctly visible to the naked eye.
Jue Ming was shocked, truly martial arts Intention!
Wait...
What unfolded above Meng Chuan’s head startled him even further.
Breaking space was still impossible.
But he saw, the air above Meng Chuan’s head paused visibly, followed by a dam-breaking release.
As if violently compressed by this green dragon, like an invisible water wave, rippling out with no end in sight along the dragon’s forward path.
The green dragon continued its charge, Meng Chuan’s gaze tightly locked, heart intention resolute.
"Charge higher, up to the cloud sea!"
Estimating, about several hundreds of meters high.
He wanted to see if his heart intention power could compete with the heavenly heights!
Standing at the mountain’s base, it’s naturally impossible to achieve...
After all, heart intention is based on Spiritual Power, still needing enhancement.
But at this moment, standing at the mountain peak.
Also borrowing the mountain’s momentum, realizing grand ambitions.
The sun’s rays reflected on the green dragon, sparkling with waves.
Adding a circle of colorful aura, even more mystical.
From a distance, Monk Baibao had already noticed the disturbance.
Seeing this scene, he walked out from the house, using his eyes to appreciate and savor it.
All changes clearly in his sight.
He couldn’t stop nodding, this child has profound wisdom...
Seeing Jue Ming was also gaining insight, his own disciple, Baibao walked to his side, further clarifying his doubts.
Martial Arts Intention is the magnetic field of the entire body influenced by heart intention.
Condensed into substance, capable of changing the environment.
Heart intention combined with the magnetic field, expressed through fists and kicks, is Fist Intention.
How to understand?
The green radiance around Meng Chuan is martial arts Intention.
Martial Arts Intention doesn’t necessarily have to change rivers into fire domains, or mountains into yellow earth.
Such power to change the landscape, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster can’t achieve.
At the moment, Meng Chuan can smoothly borrow the mountain’s momentum through Intention.
Such action is within the Three Limits, doing non-human things...
Afterward, the green dragon unleashed is the Fist Intention erupted by borrowing Intention.
The power of Fist Intention is certainly influenced by various sources.
Meng Chuan can deliver the form of "Flying Dragon in the Sky," proving the considerable power of his Fist Intention.
A multitude of martial theories, Jue Ming listened to but understood only partially.
With just the first limit, merely hearing many terms, all extremely unfamiliar...
He only knew, Brother Meng is remarkable...
Earlier in the supernova contest, he wasn’t much stronger than himself, the two were still at the level of being able to duel.
Now, what he has learned and thought, even understanding it is difficult for him.
"Brother Meng truly is... Amitabha."
He originally wanted to say the word "abnormal."
But as a monk, avoiding false speech and harsh words, he ultimately suppressed it...
Among their generation of martial artists in their early twenties, Great Chu counts in the tens of millions.
The one standing out at the moment is in his heart.
Only Brother Meng!
Witnessed the twenty-meter-tall Meng Chuan, and saw the dragon before him.
He believed without a doubt.
...
Unaware of either, Meng Chuan continued to focus his mind, assisting the jade dragon in its ascent.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and indeed, the strength of his heart spirit was significantly consumed.
The sunlight descended, landing on the tip of the jade dragon’s tail.
Like a dying ember swaying with the wind, casting fragmented golden light, dazzling the heavens and earth, Jue Ming instinctively raised his hand to shield his brow.
"Really... did it split the clouds?"
Jue Ming muttered, witnessing history.
The mist was like a curtain, and the jade dragon was like a green air sword, piercing straight into it.
The clouds seemed to wriggle twice, like a giant mouth, swallowing the intruding enemy.
"... Gone?"
Jue Ming was bewildered.
"Don’t rush, what’s the rush."
Where did this kid’s strength come from to push the clouds away?
Bai Bao rubbed the big bald head beside him, enjoying the feel...
His perception always followed the jade dragon.
He naturally knew it was in a fierce confrontation with the mist.
At this moment, a touch of green floated within the clouds, flickering, and because the sunlight was so dazzling, it required squinting hard to notice.
"It’s out, it’s out!"
Jue Ming held his breath, waiting, finally witnessing the anomaly born within the sea of clouds.
The whiteness of the sky, as if undergoing a chemical reaction, boiling and expanding to both sides, seemingly avoiding something.
The great sun overlooked everything from above, casting golden light like ears of wheat, passing unobstructed, piercing through the sea of clouds.
Amidst the dancing light and shadow, the cloud cover was lifted, and an emerald rift came into view, intensely striking!
In this situation, the little monk’s expression was shocked, with a hint of doubt...
Bai Bao’s expression also froze, turning to astonishment.
Before a few breaths could pass, he hurriedly waved his hand to retract the touch of green from the cloud tops.
"This brat, really knows how to cause trouble..."
...
The Shaolin monks had long since risen to practice at this time.
The changes in the sky were clearly seen.
The monks were also unsure...
This emerald color, as if adding a touch of green to the sky...
"What’s going on?"
"What?"
The senior brother frowned, the training ground had been collapsed, finding a new place to practice was annoying.
Hearing the junior brother’s loud shouting again, his tone involuntarily rose several pitches.
"Senior brother, look up!"
"Hmm? Whoa... Buddha have mercy!"
They saw a long emerald trace, fitting snugly atop the clouds...
...
"Amitabha, who put a green hat on the Buddha... the deity?"
"... Truly, this cannot be done."
The high monks discussed among themselves, clicking their tongues in amazement.
Quickly whispering apologies, their expressions turned solemn.
They were not incapable of such things.
But dared not...
The entire Shaoshi Mountain was under the Dharma image of the Tathagata and the "Six Desires Heavenly Rituals" shrouded overhead.
The Buddha’s incense shadow, much like the "Protective Sect Formations" of major sects in the old days.
Normally, though unseen, it persists in the void.
A touch of green on the horizon doing such a thing...
Who did it!
No need for too much Amitabha.
It must be the "little devil" from Northern United University who enlightened in the Dharma realm of Patriarch Kashyapa, destroying the warrior monastery...
Meng Chuan!
One of the Divine Monks also noticed, only softly chanting a Buddha’s name:
"Amitabha—this child is a taboo in our Buddhist sect, known little, hope Senior Brother Bai Bao guides him well..."
His deeds already reached the ears of the Celestial Kings of the Buddhist sect.
Indeed, deepening the impression...
Whether that impression is good or bad...
Can only say, every flower enters every eye...
Bowl Peak.
Venerable Shi, sitting cross-legged in meditation in the abode’s main hall, sensed anomalies in the celestial phenomena.
Came out to observe this scene, barely resisting the impulse to go to the adjacent moon platform.
"Amitabha, with Divine Monk Bai Bao there, he will take care of this brat for me..."
Time and again warned, don’t cause trouble!
And yet!
Meanwhile, several mountain peaks apart at the northern base of Five Breasts Peak.
This place is most famous for the Confession Hall atop the mountain.
Here, is the place to punish disciples who broke precepts.
The indoor light is dim, with only a flickering oil lamp illuminating the mottled walls.
Huaiyuan kneels on the hard concrete floor, softly chanting scriptures.
His voice occasionally trembles, sometimes choked with sobs.
The oil lamp’s light and shadow swayed quietly across his face, reflecting a touch of remorse.
Moved by Mara, Buddha’s heart regrets.
But regarding the act, Buddha regrets and I do not!
At this moment, if he were to see the touch of green on the Tathagata’s Six Desires Heavenly Rituals in the sky again...
Afraid he would rush to the moon platform again, looking for the perpetrator...
...
Moon Platform Garden.
Only Jue Ming and Master Bai Bao at the mountain top witnessed the entire process of Meng Chuan "causing trouble."
Jue Ming was pondering in his heart, impressive indeed, but...
Brother Meng seemed to have caused trouble...
Bai Bao, rubbing the prayer beads in his hand, thought to himself:
"It seems from today, I will have to give this kid lessons on Buddhist philosophy..."
He knew Meng Chuan meant no harm, so he had no intention of blaming him.
Simply reminding of the related taboos is sufficient.
At the end of the stone path.
Hu—
Meng Chuan exhaled deeply, staring blankly at his palm, somewhat in disbelief.
This punch, indeed consumed considerable energy and spirit.
But its power is astonishing to him.
"This is... the true power of a Three-Limit Martial Arts Master."
