CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 254: SECRET TECHNIQUE SPECULATION, ON-SITE INSPECTION

With the guidance of his master, Meng Chuan had already understood the grading classification of elixirs.

They are divided into four grades based on the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, celestial demon materials contained, and specific properties.

[Great Pill, Treasure Pill, Treasure Pill, Divine Pill]

The elixirs he had previously taken mostly belonged to the no-grade category.

More precious than no-grade ones are called Great Pills, like the one he had taken earlier, which can improve vision and capture qi flow, a [Tongming Great Pill] belongs to this category.

After that comes Treasure Pills, Treasure Pills, and the most precious of all, which even Celestial Kings and Great Saints seldom see, the Divine Pills.

Regarding Divine Pills, Meng Chuan couldn’t find any information online; due to their extreme rarity or perhaps some other reasons, he only knew of their name, not their effects.

He had only heard a rumor that in the old days, there was a Divine Pill named [Seven-Day Heaven-Changing Pill].

There’s a saying: "Divine Pills are naturally made, obtained occasionally by skillful hands."

Once it appeared, it caused a bloody storm in the martial world, and after years of battle, the Divine Pill lost its trace, falling into unknown hands, leaving behind only the legend that consuming it could lead to instant ascension.

Even in the resource-rich Demon Nest and the thriving Qi Blood Martial Arts Era, Divine Pills remain rare heavenly gifts.

The country actively collected rare materials, with numerous modern alchemy furnaces running day and night, yet even in Great Chu, it’s uncertain if even one Divine Pill can be born in a few years.

Treasure Pills, although not as rare, are still items rarely seen by ordinary people.

That Meng Chuan was able to obtain one through winning a championship is already extremely fortunate, naturally, he wouldn’t dare to hope for a Divine Pill.

...

The next morning, Meng Chuan woke up from his dream.

Last night, he was drinking and socializing all night long at the Mingzhu Tower, and though he used power to dispel the alcohol, his head was still a bit dizzy.

"I still have to go to sign the contract at Hanhai later, almost overslept, I shouldn’t drink so much next time..."

His master, with the people from Hanhai, joined in on the fun of getting the champion drunk yesterday.

Meng Chuan, who fought against a hundred people alone, was still somewhat hungover, which was quite normal.

Shaking his groggy head, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged on the sofa and meditated in Dragon Sitting for twenty minutes.

After opening his eyes, he felt much clearer-headed.

[Dragon Sitting Meditation: Second Layer (33%) → (34%)]

"The progress finally exceeded a third; if not for the Eternal Proof, I might still be stuck at the first layer..."

Meng Chuan had self-awareness; he wasn’t a genius in this path, but it would be okay as long as he could move forward in proficiency slowly with the trait of Da Luo.

He had a feeling that the Secret Technique had other uses besides steadily increasing proficiency, but he just didn’t know what yet.

It might be limited by understanding of martial principles, but the greatest possibility is that it requires reaching Perfection to glimpse a bit.

Meanwhile, his master in the next room also woke up.

This morning, he is going to sign the pre-contract for [Dawn’s Departure] on a bet.

Meng Chuan was about to head out to Hanhai’s headquarters with Master Luo when suddenly his phone rang:

[You performed really well, I honestly didn’t expect that our Ping’an Middle School would produce a national champion!]

Hearing this familiar voice, Meng Chuan smiled wryly.

It was his original patron, Principal Zong.

On the other end of the phone, the slightly old yet excited voice continued.

[Because of you, many talented children in martial arts want to come to our school to study, and Ping’an Middle School has suddenly become famous.

However... sigh, I can’t teach these good kids, but fortunately, the education bureau has recently assigned a new martial artist to replace me and take over as principal of Ping’an Middle School.

Meng Chuan’s expression turned somewhat gloomy, as it was inevitable with the school’s increasingly outstanding students.

[I’m old, my Qi Blood is declining, and I can’t keep up; I can’t teach these young geniuses well.

You’re an exception; reaching where you are today is largely due to your own diligence and talent, so I won’t hold back others.]

[So are you going to retire?]

[Not yet, it’s still early; I can continue to shine and heat for Yong’an, stay in the propaganda department for a few more years, and even help you monitor public opinion, wouldn’t that be great?

You go ahead with your work, old people tend to babble, but make sure to keep working hard in the future and help our school produce a Martial Arts Grandmaster, to set an example for those underclassmen and underclasswomen who admire you.]

After speaking, Principal Zong hung up the phone.

Meng Chuan felt deeply moved, as he felt the power of time for the first time.

The elderly Principal Zong in his mind was still the robust old man who went to the Martial Arts Dojo every day to set an example for the students.

However, the propaganda department is also a good place for Principal Zong.

At least he can retire peacefully and spend his remaining years comfortably, which reassured Meng Chuan somewhat.

He’s not a saint, with no present capability to aid the world; he only wishes for those close to him to be smooth and worry-free.

The martial path is like ascending a treacherous peak; only by constantly climbing higher can he offer a shaded refuge to those behind him.

...

Hanhai’s service vehicle was parked outside the hotel, and Meng Chuan and his master got on and slowly drove away.

In the car, Meng Chuan agreed on a time to return home with his aunt.

He opened his phone, and the "Martial Artist Grandmaster Class" group chat had many people @ him.

Seeing Meng Chuan win the finals championship, they all sent their congratulations.

[Congratulations, now hand over the red envelopes!]

Meng Chuan saw that Hanhai’s one million was already in his account, and his wallet was back to twenty million.

So he waved his hand generously and sent a fifty-dollar red envelope.

[Meng Champion, only fifty!]

Everyone started besieging the big spender, even the rare Grandmaster Chen Qiushui popped up, calling him stingy...

This money was hard-earned, and although Meng Chuan was reluctant, he couldn’t withstand the constant discontent from others, so he sent another two thousand, and only then did everyone calm down.

[Thank you, boss, may you have ten children with one birth!]

"What does that dog Xu Qingfeng mean, cursing me..."

After sharing the joy with everyone, Meng Chuan turned off his phone and closed his eyes to rest.

The people in the group, even counting the assistant Shi Ying, are all young geniuses; nobody is lacking a bit of this good fortune.

Everyone’s thoughts are quite simple, they just want to play around with the current national champion of Great Chu and soak up some good luck.

...

Meanwhile, at the western foot of Lishan Mountain.

The people here all walk with a resolute stride, their eyes like torches, and the Martial Arts Dojo echoes with earth-shaking shouts and killing sounds.

This is the newly constructed Central Military Department’s Special-Class Martial Arts University, the Yong’an Branch.

Chen Xuewu stole some time from his busy schedule to watch the replay of Meng Chuan’s finals, and couldn’t help but feel immense admiration.

His friend has already gone far ahead of him.

"National champion, truly powerful..."

At this moment, in the principal’s office, two people sit drinking tea.

They are the newly appointed principal of the branch Major General Liu, and the former commander, now Secretary General Xue.

After reading the latest headline news, the two looked at each other with a slight bitter smile.

Secretary Xue forced a smile and said:

"This kid actually won the championship, you say if we had been a bit more steadfast at that time..."

Their initial intention for the new branch was to attract top talents from the entire San Qin region and its surroundings.

But this year’s first enrollment at the branch was not ideal, with the quality of students only reaching half of their expectations.

Top-talented students were almost monopolized by old established universities like Yanhua and Northern United University, and the strict management system of the military academy made many proud and ambitious talents shy away.

However, if they could get Meng Chuan, the national champion, to stand by them, enrollment next year wouldn’t be a concern.

Even Meng Chuan himself might not realize what kind of influence he has among the young martial artists of Great Chu.

The grassroots talent from Ping’an Middle School who rose against the odds has long become an unquestionable benchmark in the hearts of countless young boys with martial arts dreams.

"Alas, it’s too late to say anything now. Moreover, Secretary Xue, would you dare to snatch people in front of Principal Sui?"

Hearing Principal Liu’s words, Secretary Xue was momentarily speechless.

Rumor has it that Celestial King Sui has reached the final threshold of breaking through to Martial Arts Great Saint.

If the realm breakthrough is successful, Northern United University will usher in an unprecedented period of prosperity.

With the old Sword Saint and Principal Sui overseeing, and the rise of two unparalleled talents, Motohiko and Meng Chuan, from below.

Such a scenario sends chills just thinking about it.

Originally, it was thought that after the Central Military Academy’s reforms, their era would arrive.

But it turns out that Northern United University had quietly exerted strength, announcing with thunderous momentum to the entire martial arts realm of Great Chu:

Their golden era is just beginning.

...

Shanghai, Dongpu New Area.

Hanhai High-tech Industrial Park.

Seeing the nanny car approaching from a distance, Shen Shuo personally stands at the entrance to greet.

After Meng Chuan got out of the car, Shen Shuo joked:

"Welcome, champion, to visit Hanhai’s headquarters; come this way, please."

"Grandmaster Shen, stop joking, I can’t handle that..."

As a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Shen Shuo always jokes around, making Meng Chuan feel quite flattered.

"Hahaha, come on, my master is having a meeting right now, I’ll first take you around to get familiar with the place, we’ll sign the contract later."

Inside the park.

Luo Guanyun walked side by side with his apprentice, looking around with admiration.

"This industry, wow... it’s really big."

Compared to Hanhai’s size, his martial arts school is barely a hair.

"I need to work harder; now that Meng has won the championship, the martial arts school’s business will boom again..."

A moment later, Meng Chuan followed them to the technology research room.

Unfortunately, they could only look but couldn’t enter, so the group sat down in the lobby outside to rest.

"This is the heart department of Hanhai, without top-level authorization, I can’t even enter.

But there’s nothing much to see inside, we martial artists don’t understand these brainy things."

Shen Shuo explained with a smile.

Meng Chuan nodded, realizing he honestly wasn’t very interested...

As a service worker brought tea, Shen Shuo picked up the teacup and suddenly whispered:

"Inside our Hanhai, we’re preparing many new plans lately, specifically to pave the way for potential young martial artists.

But... resources are limited, there are too many geniuses, and the company has been discussing back and forth without reaching a conclusion..."

Meng Chuan’s gaze slightly sharpened; he remembered the gestures "showing muscle" during dinner before, and his master’s mention of the factional struggle within Hanhai.

He picked up the teacup and lightly clinked it with Shen Shuo’s, smiling softly:

"Chief Shen, I was brought out by you as your ’soldier’, don’t favor some over others."

The rippling tea reflected their mutually understood smiles.

Shen Shuo’s words meant exactly what Meng Chuan understood.

He knew too well that fickle people are despised; he isn’t selling his life, who he partners with doesn’t matter.

Besides, Shen Shuo is an agreeable person, worth associating with.