With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 85: Obtaining the Armor Holding Certificate, Candle Dragon’s Eye

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Obtaining the Armor Holding Certificate, Candle Dragon’s Eye

A male police officer led Meng Chuan after he completed the damage fee payment, then took him to the certification window.

Along the way, Meng Chuan asked more than once,

"I have a Silver Medal, I’ve bled for Great Chu, why can’t I get a ten percent discount?"

The male police officer kept a stern face and did not respond.

Meng Chuan felt a bit heartbroken, twenty thousand bucks gone!

At the certification window.

The staff handed the document to Meng Chuan and then entered Meng Chuan’s certificate information into his electronic citizen identity card.

"If the paper document is lost, it will not be re-issued, but if needed, you can use the electronic document to get a copy."

"Also, the Armor Holding Certificate is reviewed once every five years. It will be notified one year in advance, showing the pending review information on your electronic document. Of course, once you become a Martial Artist, it’s no longer necessary."

"Understood, thank you."

Meng Chuan opened the document.

The other content was roughly the same as Master Luo’s, only the level and validity period were different.

...

[Level: Qi Blood Warrior (Fifth Gate)]

[Validity Period: Five years from issuance]

[Annual Inspection: Passed]

After thanking several staff members, Meng Chuan put away the document and turned to leave.

Now he could wear the protective suit, and his safety could be further guaranteed, making him very happy inside.

The next goal was only one, to work hard and get into the Grandmaster Class at Northern United University.

No, there was another one, and that was to make money!

...

As it was almost time to finish school, Meng Chuan decided to directly take a ride to Master Luo.

On the bus, Le Ping called him after hearing about Meng Chuan going to take the Armor Holding Certificate test.

[Brother Chuan, did you pass the test?]

[Passed.]

[Awesome, my cousin went for the test last month and didn’t pass.]

[I heard that he couldn’t even react in time to open the device and got infested by a Celestial Demon in an instant, wetting his pants.]

Meng Chuan continued,

[It’s not that hard. After you pass the Fourth Gate, you can go take the test too. Don’t be nervous; it’s easy to pass.]

Le Ping laughed and said,

[Why not eat minced meat? Even if I pass the test, I can’t afford the protective suit!]

...

Saturday morning at Greenland Plaza.

Inside the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

As soon as he came in, Meng Chuan heard Le Ping laughing heartily, surrounded by a group of new students, listening to him talking about the martial arts exam.

"My uncle asked someone to help inquire, hahaha, Yong’an Martial Arts University is basically set!"

One student saw Meng Chuan and greeted him,

"The senior brother is here!"

Meng Chuan smiled in response.

Following the voice, Le Ping turned his head with a joyful face.

"Brother Chuan, let’s go, I’ll treat you to dinner at a restaurant this noon."

"Okay, congratulations, Le Ping, let me bask in your joy too."

"Hahaha, the summer exam is in June next year, and my Qi and Blood level has already met the standard. The rest is actual combat, and in this aspect, Brother Chuan, you have to help me a lot."

"Sure, no problem."

Le Ping sighed and continued,

"Brother Chuan, by the time you take the summer exam the year after next, you might already be at the Sixth Gate, easily getting into Northern United University."

The other new students listened to the two chatting, filled with envy.

Whether it was Yong’an Martial Arts University or Northern United University, they were both unattainable dreams for ordinary people.

If a child from a poor family could get in, it meant—they could break free from poverty with their own hands.

After graduating in four years, even if not mingling well, they could work in a big company as a security consultant or become a teacher in a school, becoming part of the social elite.

"Brother Chuan!"

Wang Yue and Qin Mengya ran into the martial arts dojo side by side; they just arrived.

Qin Mengya went to change into her martial arts uniform, while Wang Yue took off his jacket and joined the crowd.

Meng Chuan looked him up and down, jokingly said,

"Long time no see, seems like the treadmill I gifted came in handy, you’ve slimmed down a bit."

With the goddess beside him, Wang Yue said embarrassedly,

"I’ve recently been learning the Fierce Tiger Descends Body Technique with the Tiger Form master, which helped me slim down a bit."

"But the treadmill is still very useful; my dad sometimes uses it, but it’s mostly the housekeeper who uses it to dry clothes, which works pretty well."

Meng Chuan felt a bit awkward, but it was good too, making use of what was available.

Wang Yue was still that young man attending the Xingyi martial arts dojo, practicing the Elephant Form and Tiger Form.

However, he was still hovering around the second Qi and Blood Gate, a common person who lacked commitment and easily gave up, mastering the Fist Skill for only a few days before forgetting it.

Wang Yue was fully aware of this himself, knowing he was lazy by nature, with average talent, and that chances of getting into a good martial arts university were slim.

But his father was wealthy; he didn’t worry about food or drink, and could inherit the family business in the future, which was also good.

The reason he kept coming to the dojo was not because of Qin Mengya.

Rather, it was due to his father’s heartfelt words after watching Meng Chuan’s match the other day.

"Meng Chuan is not ordinary; he will surely stand out in the future. You two are good friends, you must keep in touch, and if he ever needs help, you mustn’t hold back."

"Go and turn on the treadmill for me; I’ll run a couple of laps to try it out!"

Wang Yue was both happy for his good friend and a bit expectant.

He knew how difficult it had been for Meng Chuan to grow to his current level.

He also hoped to add his strength to Meng Chuan’s path to success.

Meng Chuan felt that Qin Mengya seemed to have some feelings for Wang Yue now and joked:

"I see you two sticking together all the time. How far have things progressed?"

Wang Yue was a bit anxious:

"Brother Chuan, you’re joking again. We are good brothers, right... hahaha."

Le Ping moved closer and teased:

"Are you really brothers? Why do I feel someone has ulterior motives?"

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

"Alright, it’s nothing. Later, Le Ping will treat us for lunch, and you can enjoy a feast at his expense."

...

The night was deep.

Meng Chuan was doing his usual stance training in the room.

Today’s training felt particularly exhilarating, controlling his posture while feeling a pin-prick sensation over his body.

After lunch, Meng Chuan had a sudden idea and called Le Ping and Wang Yue to help by hitting him with wooden sticks.

At first, they didn’t dare to hit him hard and hesitated.

But as per Meng Chuan’s request, they gradually hit harder, thoroughly enjoying it.

"Did you two not eat? Use more force!"

Meng Chuan snapped out of it, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and opened the window.

The room had a somewhat unpleasant odor, a mix of ointment and sweat that was quite stinging to the eyes.

He raised his hand and pinched his skin with some force, feeling tighter and more resilient.

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

He pinched harder but could barely feel any pain.

"The armored body is finally looking like armor; it seems the hard training recently is showing some results."

Meng Chuan thought, looking at the Martial Arts Limit Breaking panel to check the progress of his hard skills.

[Qi Nourishing Armor Technique: Entry Level (39%) → (40%) Pending Limit Breaking]

With the medicinal ointment fully absorbed, his proficiency increased slightly.

"First-rate hard skills don’t seem too difficult after all; they’re not that hard to practice."

"Could it be I have a talent for external training?"

At this moment, he felt his progress with the armored body was even faster than when he practiced the Luo’s Eight Extremes.

Understanding the wonders of external skills, Meng Chuan gradually fell in love with practicing hard skills.

...

Early the next morning, while having breakfast in the dining room, Meng Chuan heard his uncle calling him from the living room.

"Chuan’er, come here for a moment."

"Look at the TV."

Meng Chuan went over upon hearing the call.

On the TV, in the hall of Yong’an City’s Education Department, a delicate female host was interviewing a middle-aged man in red and white martial arts training attire.

[Principal Yin, thank you very much for taking the time for an interview. Today, I’d like to ask, on behalf of the viewers and many parents,

about the new admission policies at the Yong’an Martial Arts University’s enrolment this year?]

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

His short hair was neat with a few strands of silver mixed in.

He took the microphone and said in a loud voice:

[Our school has made many more convenient optimizations for exam registration this year, allowing candidates to register from home without stepping outside. For example, we have built a new registration applet on the WeChat platform...]

Even Meng Yongzhi couldn’t help but exclaim:

"This is the former principal of Yong’an Martial Arts University, who once wanted you to attend Yong’an Martial Arts University."

Meng Chuan nodded with a smile, looking at the venerable and powerful figure on the TV. Although Yong’an Martial Arts University was decent, it couldn’t compare to Northern United University.

He heard from his master about this person, Yong’an Martial Arts University Principal [Candle Dragon’s Eye · Yin Tianshou], a Fifth Limit Venerable Level powerhouse.

Principal Yin, who possessed the [Karma Fire Candle Dragon] trait, wore sunglasses not for show but to cover his natural vertical pupils.

Just by opening his eyes and looking at a target, he could unleash a deluge of karma fire.

Moreover, his Dragon Form cultivation technique was the pinnacle of the current era, and his true strength was nearly equivalent to a Martial Arts Celestial King.

However, compared to the principals of Special Martial Arts Universities, there was still some distance.

The principals of the Eastern, Southern, Western, and Northern United Universities, as well as the Wudang Yanhua Dragon Tiger Mountain Special Martial Arts University, were all top-tier Celestial Kings; some even had Seven-Limit Great Saints in seclusion.

The sun was about to rise, and Meng Chuan spoke no more.

He turned and went to the rooftop to absorb the first rays of purple qi from heaven and earth to nourish his inner body.

The progress of entry-level [Qi Nourishing Armor Body] was swift, and once he broke through the realm, his skin would undergo the first qualitative change.

Therefore, as long as it was sunny and the sun was out, he would go to the rooftop to absorb purple qi, striving to break through to the proficient level as soon as possible.

The path of Martial Arts has no end, and Meng Chuan was confident in himself. As long as he persisted, he would one day catch up with these top-tier powerhouses of the current era.

...

Monday, 4 a.m.

At Yuan Huan’s home.

In the basement, Yuan Huan was holding an object like a large bowl, its surface bright red as if covered with a layer of oil paint.

He leaned in and sniffed, but only when his nose was close could he smell a faint scent of blood.

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

In an instant, the strange bowl underwent some kind of transformation, and a hardly noticeable red mist quickly spread out.

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