CHAPTER 542: CHAPTER 497: LÜZU’S SACRED HYMN, FAREWELL TO THE CLOUDS AT THE HORIZON

Even an ordinary person, let alone a martial artist at the ninth level, could have their head exploded by this strike.

At this moment, controlling power had become his instinct.

Not only to achieve the "return to simplicity" state but also to prevent accidental injury.

Fortunately, before unleashing his power, he could control himself.

"Now, my Qi Blood is about sixteen thousand, and with this strength, I must not underestimate martial artists with stronger Qi Blood than mine..."

Qi Blood is the foundation of all martial arts.

It stimulates the inner breath, flowing out through the pores.

Coiling around the arms, it flows into Demon Suppressing Thunder True Qi, with dangerous blue-purple light rippling.

Meng Chuan clenched his palm again, a more powerful force gathering at the edge of his palm, his whole aura terrifyingly enhanced.

The power of Qi Blood, combined with True Qi, feared that just a gust of palm wind could strike a first-grade martial artist from afar!

If this palm landed accurately, even wearing first-grade armor, those with the same Qi Blood would not survive.

That is to say, the one who once contended with him at the top of Xiang King’s Tomb.

Also, the arrogant Chu Yanlong from the United University at the beginning of the school year.

In an instant, he could knock them out from a distance...

Hmm... All pigeons.

Only matching Qi Blood with True Qi, if one were to consolidate fist stance, perform fist skills, or even ultimate moves...

Strong, there is no need to say more!

In the distance, Wang Ye’s small courtyard was vaguely visible.

Meng Chuan restrained his power with great delight in his heart.

It was this endless positive feedback of power that accompanied him through one long lonely night after another, only martial arts as his companion...

...

The midday sun hung high, yet gentle breezes still blew at Wudang Mountain.

Sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the grass hut roof, softly brushing across Meng Chuan’s forehead.

He opened his eyes and slowly got up from his seated posture.

"By the end of August, I’ve been at Wudang for nearly half a year..."

During this time, his life had been truly pleasant, making it somewhat hard to leave.

But he had no choice; the journey lay ahead, and he must continue.

The Zen Ancestor Land awaits his visit.

Concerning the improvement of Buddhist Sect’s hard skills and the Heart Sutra Spell that enhances spiritual power is waiting for him to learn.

Plus, the affair regarding the Eighteen Arhats in Jin Land to lure "Fang" into the trap.

Finally, on the surface, unrelated to him.

In reality, it affects people worldwide—the "Luo Tian Grand Ritual."

Entering the game, one is no longer in control.

Thinking of all these, even the resilient Meng Chuan unconsciously felt a surge of mental fatigue.

"Once this ordeal is over, I will return to Yong’an for some proper seclusion, practice martial arts, and accompany my family."

He didn’t forget his cousin’s wedding next year.

Meng Chuan, being nostalgic, examined the house he had lived in for half a year.

"It’s full of memories here..."

Everywhere carried traces of him, even the stiff stone trough bed had been imprinted with a "two-petal indentation" from his meditation...

Ahem... No choice.

Practicing mind techniques meant sitting for five or six hours, not to mention his current weight...

"Boundless honor..."

He might need to obtain materials to craft two bedframes from a silicon gold pile upon returning to Lishan Mountain...

...

Three days later at night.

Having learned that Meng Chuan was leaving early the next morning.

Headed by Zhao Shousui, a small circle decided to throw him a farewell party.

Wang Ye, Jack, and Zhao Huanzhen had already planned yesterday that they would make sure to get Meng Chuan drunk tonight.

But Zhao Shousui was there watching, and the group dared not act recklessly...

To maintain Daoist School’s dignity and leave a good impression on Meng Chuan before leaving.

Zhao Shousui even requested some young Daoist disciples from logistics.

Serving tea and lighting incense, the air softly wafted with Daoist aroma.

Even a young Daoist with special skills stood aside singing the tune of "Lu Zu’s Sacred Class"...

Meng Chuan sat at the table, smiling stiffly and applauding.

Uncertain of what show Uncle Master Zhao was presenting this time...

"Vast heaven above, magnificent jade palace within.

Void natural, Three Pure Realms, Great Luo Three Treasures Celestial Venerable.

..."

After singing, Meng Chuan softly said:

"Ahem, Uncle Master Zhao, does this tune sound good or not..."

Lu Dongbin Lu Zu had already been tainted.

Zhao Shousui liked this and hummed along, giving Meng Chuan a sidelong glance, saying:

"Just sharing a name, what issue do you find with the content?"

"...Not dare, not dare."

Meng Chuan wouldn’t dare comment on these; this tune mentions first-class immortals...

Once the song finished, Zhao Shousui looked at the four awkward youths, helplessly waved his hand to have the Daoist disciples retreat.

Muttering softly to himself:

"Unfit for the occasion, bring it out!"

"Bring what, Master?"

Wang Ye asked curiously from the side.

"The wine you stashed."

"..."

The group drank until dawn, except for Meng Chuan and Zhao Shousui, who were not too drunk.

At the wine table, not using Qi Blood for digestion is Great Chu’s rule.

Wang Ye drank until his tongue tied and teeth stick together, slurring:

"Brother Meng... The stone trough you sat and made a dent, I’ll keep it. Once you... become a saint, I’ll auction the Martial Saint’s butt imprint!"

"... Wish you auction it at a high price."

Next to him, Jack, the foreign devil, was also fired up by the drink.

Directly claiming Brother Meng to go down the mountain to find a good place to test his prowess!

Zhao Huanzhen also shouted he wanted to go, and aside, Wang Ye directly stood up and walked out.

He intended to regain the face he lost last time...

The confidence came from Wang Ye knowing that slightly drunken endurance was the best...

Zhao Shousui covered his face, helpless, they were truly unruly disciples...

Immediately, with a gust of palm wind, knocked Wang Ye down; seeing the other two "Wudang elite disciples" ready to move, he helped them sleep with a strike each.

Seeing Meng Chuan clear-headed, only then did he provoke the alcohol to dissipate, and then he laughed:

"Nephew, you’ve got a good tolerance for alcohol."

Meng Chuan’s whole body shook as he also expelled the alcohol.

"Master’s teachings are excellent..."

Zhao Shousui pondered and said:

"Hmm... what you said is not wrong; I’ve rarely met my match in drinking during my life, your master Old Luo is one of them."

"..."

The two switched from alcohol to tea, Zhao Shousui took a sip, and asked:

"You know about the Luo Tian Dajiao, are you going to watch then?"

Meng Chuan pondered and said:

"Uncle Master, I might take this opportunity to go to the Jin Land to do some national missions, accumulate some resources, and the rest will be up to fate..."

If Fang Jianxing took the bait, he would have to settle the matter with him at Shouzi Temple, which would open up a second battlefield for the Luo Tian Dajiao...

"Sigh, it’s best to stay far away, Uncle Master then, I’m afraid I might not be able to protect myself."

Although my duty is to maintain the Dajiao from outside the formation, I am not qualified to participate in the front line battlefield.

But facing the ultimate darkness, anything can happen, it’s unpredictable.

Meng Chuan saw that Uncle Master Zhao was a bit down and didn’t know how to comfort him.

He could only take out another jar of wine from the waist badge.

"Uncle Master, have a bit more to drink."

...

Early the next morning, at Wang Ye’s home.

Meng Chuan took off his dark blue Daoist robe and the Daoist hat on his head, revealing a shiny bald head.

At this moment, he no longer had the appearance of being muscular, even the bald head looked much more pleasing now...

[Treasure Appearance Golden Venerable Skill: Proficient (92%)]

Half a year has passed, and proficiency has only increased by about 70%, still not reaching mastery.

This method and the practice of Brahma’s Heavenly Prison can indeed be described with the word "grind".

Buddhist martial principles, he lacks too much.

This trip to the Zen Ancestor Land is to make up for this path.

His perception probed into the waist badge and checked, everything was packed.

He received a text message on his phone:

[Flight travel reminder, dear Martial Artist, your boarding...]

This time to Shaolin, Meng Chuan decided on a direct flight, with no stops in the mountains and seas halfway.

If he wants to observe the natural scenery, there will be time in the future.

This time is urgent, better to go early to Shaolin to study the martial arts related to the Eighteen Arhats, and finalize the "Trapped Plan".

Moreover, ambushes from the Demon Path on the way are inevitable.

In the final moments of travel, it’s best not to invite extra trouble.

Now, even a six-time sublimated person he could fight and win against.

But the Demon Path is not stupid, last time they couldn’t take him down alone.

If they strike again, it’s likely to be a team, or even that old dog Li Xiao himself...

If that’s the case, then he will be in a bit of trouble...

As for Fang Jianxing, if he’s secretly watching me.

Even taking a plane, he won’t lose track.

He’s not one to miss small details, can find traces.

...

Having a storage waist badge is convenient, Meng Chuan bid farewell to several Wudang friends and descended the mountain lightly.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Meng Chuan turned around and cupped his hands:

"Uncle Master, please go back, these months have really troubled you."

Seeing him off, Zhao Shousui waved his hand and said:

"What trouble, there is no trouble, we’re all family. Next time I’ll have Wang Ye build you a small courtyard on the mountain, so you can stay when you come back."

He laughed and said:

"Okay, the nephew has only one request, the mattress must be changed to a soft one."

"Hahaha, no problem."

"I’m off, Uncle Master."

"Go on, you’ll learn nothing good from those monks."

"..."

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Shousui watched as Meng Chuan walked further away.

He fiddled his ears and chuckled to himself:

"This cheeky kid, still pretending not to hear me..."

Until he could no longer see Meng Chuan’s figure, only then did he take out his phone and send a message into the receiver:

[Old Luo, your disciple has safely descended the mountain.]

On the other end of the phone, Luo Guanyun expressed thanks:

[Thank you, I’ll treat you to a drink when I return.]

Back on the mountain, seeing his disciple Wang Ye, who had been diligently practicing Tai Chi, now started studying Thunder Magic again.

Some time ago, he noticed this tendency.

Persuaded him several times to focus on what was at hand, but Wang Ye still didn’t listen.

Zhao Shousui immediately sighed deeply, feeling a complex mixture of emotions.

Seeing his master sigh, Wang Ye asked puzzled:

"Master, why?"

He hesitated to speak, thinking of his old friend’s disciple.

His brows gradually eased, finally speaking and admonishing:

"Although you are constantly practicing, your Tao heart is not steadfast; you make grand vows when moved, become complacent when things go well, and retreat temporarily when encountering difficulties.

Your mind fluctuates, then when will Martial Arts truly be accomplished."

...

Originally, there was an airport at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Later the Daoists found it troublesome, so moved the entire airport to the outskirts of Jiuyan City.

Meng Chuan studied the electronic navigation and decided to take a different route than when he came.

Bypassing Danjiangkou, directly to the Jiuyan City suburb airport to wait for his flight.

Flying directly to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, [Dengfeng Shaolin International Airport].

Outside Jiuyan City, the crowd was bustling.

Meng Chuan looked at the market scene before him, feeling a sense of dislocation as if from a previous life.

After staying up the mountain for too long, indeed it was somewhat hard to get used to.

Before entering the city, he turned his body, cupped his hands toward the clouds at the horizon to bid farewell:

"Master Chen, your junior is leaving, see you next time."