CHAPTER 556: CHAPTER 511: INNATE TRAITS, NEW DIVINE POWERS, AND THE INCENSE WAR!

With the anti-aging serum he obtained from the vast sea, he could alleviate the "decline of blood" between the two.

But the decline of qi and blood is the law of the heavens.

When life reaches its limit, it must be taken back, even immortals have no way...

...

The sun hung high in the east, it was noon.

Meng Chuan finished practicing the remaining hard skills and stood still to adjust his breath.

Today’s horizontal training class ended relatively early.

Because the Rainbow Light Radiance Body had already been triggered during the creation of the method.

Subsequent practice of other hard skills could not refine the body a second time.

The experience of creating the method once again elevated his understanding of martial arts in hard skills.

At this moment, he carefully pondered and thoroughly digested it.

When the sunlight fell on his eyes, it startled Meng Chuan from his realization.

He just came to his senses and thought of checking the panel.

He had a sense of whether the creation of the method was successful.

But without a glance, he still felt uneasy.

On the panel, he saw new entries in the horizontal training skill section.

[Unnamed Martial Arts: Beginner (1%) → (3%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Unnamed (Intermediate)]

Both the martial arts and traits needed to be named by himself.

Meng Chuan had already suspected and prepared for this.

He mused internally:

"Blood Exchange Body Conditioning Method, Flower of Blood."

Initially, he wanted to name it [Blood Exchange Great Method], which sounded most fitting.

But to unify it with Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body and Qi Nourishing Armor Technique, he made a slight adjustment.

It still sounded acceptable.

The name of the trait "Flower of Blood" was also pre-decided, with no need for further explanation.

Once the limit breaking mastery is achieved, the fusion of the three flowers of blood, flesh, bone, and muscle will be complete.

If it involves the participation of the Dragon Meditation secret technique, whether it will bring about new wonders, Meng Chuan was very curious.

The most crucial aspect is completely controlling the Tao Heart’s blood absorption and maintaining rationality during the final release.

The mastery of these two active choices was what he most anticipated.

Once his thoughts settled, the panel’s writing slowly disappeared and reappeared at his will.

Naming and such things were insignificant.

Even if others renamed the martial arts created by others or the limit-breaking traits on the panel, he could achieve it.

The [Limit Breaking Panel] had been in his possession for many years, and Meng Chuan knew it deeply.

It was just a simple proficiency recorder with no other functions.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been stuck at the last 1% of [One Certificate Eternal Certificate] for over ten years...

Thinking about it now, it’s all tears...

Actually, he sometimes had his speculations too.

Could this panel be a form that was an intrinsic trait of himself, manifested internally?

The ability of the trait was gained through martial arts limit breaking, acquiring more traits...

There were no other functions.

If he wanted to improve, he had to rely on diligent practice.

It would be nice if he could add points... cough cough.

Meng Chuan discarded unrealistic thoughts, knowing contentment is key.

As for the origin and identity speculation of the panel, as his strength improved, it would gradually be unveiled.

Seeing that it was almost time, he stopped comprehending and got up to leave.

Master Baibao helped him arrange a master in the martial monk academy to teach the Eighteen Arhat Martial Arts.

Incidentally, he also had an acquaintance at the martial monk academy, Jue Ming, who was also a disciple there.

He arranged to meet up with the long-absent Jue Ming outside the martial monk academy.

Back in the final stage of the supernova competition, the opponent unfortunately lost to Yanhua and Zheng Chengcheng.

As he walked, he pondered:

"I wonder how Jue Ming’s strength is now, any progress..."

...

Soon, Meng Chuan arrived at Lian Tian Peak.

Upon ascending the mountain, he saw an imposing compound in the distance.

The red walls and black tiles extended along the mountain’s contour, with large vermillion gates inlaid with copper nails.

At the entrance of the martial monk academy.

Meng Chuan saw a young monk, simple-minded, standing by the fierce stone lion, looking around.

He immediately waved to greet him.

His voice was bright and clear:

"Little Master Jue Ming, over here!"

Jue Ming was invigorated and responded loudly.

"A few days ago, this little monk was in seclusion and missed Donor Meng’s enlightening deeds, such a pity..."

Meng Chuan jokingly said:

"No worries, your temple boasts many wonders. I will enlighten myself again someday and inform you in advance, Little Master."

Jue Ming was speechless upon hearing his humblebrag:

"...Amitabha, let’s go inside first."

Meng Chuan followed the local guide and discovered that there was more to see inside.

The two walked and chatted along the corridor bridge.

Under the corridor bridge, the stream flowed gently, reflecting the hanging glass lanterns on both sides.

Even though it was daytime and they were unlit, one could still imagine the dazzling colors at night.

Seeing this, it seemed like Shaolin...

Was much ’wealthier’ than Wudang...

Click click...

Jue Ming walked ahead, turned back, and explained:

"Brother Meng, the master you are looking for is in the Arhat Hall, still inside."

"Understood."

"Master Huaiyuan is highly skilled, proficient in Arhat Fist. Brother Meng, being fortunate to learn from him, will surely progress quickly."

Meng Chuan nodded, then curiously asked:

"What is Master Huaiyuan’s martial arts cultivation?"

Jue Ming explained:

"The core monk generation of Shaolin is often in their forties, and Master Huaiyuan is a Martial Arts Master. There are very few whose talents surpass his, reaching the level of Grandmaster."

Meng Chuan silently nodded, feeling more assured in his heart.

As a Martial Arts Master, the martial philosophy may not necessarily exceed his own.

But Shaolin martial arts, the other party is certainly more proficient than him.

To be able to guide him in the entrance, subsequent cultivation will surely be faster.

Turning around the corridor, they crossed several large courtyards.

Soon, a massive training ground came into view.

In the spacious martial arts training ground, a group of people of similar age to Jue Ming were sweating profusely.

Even before getting close, Meng Chuan could hear the shouts of battle cries, filled with spirit.

He leisurely observed, casually taking in the sight.

Among them were a few monks whose aura did not lose to his own.

No need for perception, the smoke of Qi blood was visible as fists and feet projected outwards.

These few were all Three-Limit Martial Artists, Meng Chuan quietly nodded.

Not bad.

Compared to the Grandmaster Class at the United University, even the Fengtian headquarters, the Shaolin Monks’ Institute was no less, and even seemed to surpass them slightly.

This is the heritage of a top-tier martial arts power that has stood since the Ancient Martial Era and remains at the pinnacle of Great Chu without decline.

Meng Chuan’s expression carried a hint of solemnity, and he clasped his hands in response when he noticed people looking over.

He no longer joined his hands in a prayer gesture, no longer uttered ’Amitabha’...

Master Baibao was right.

Not being a real monk, there was no need to do something so embarrassing.

At this moment, whether it was the Three-Limit Master or other minor Two-Limit individuals, or students with somewhat lesser strength from the Monks’ Institute.

Their gazes all turned his way, and many recognized him, joining their hands in a distant prayer.

The awakening at the Cliff of Books, which caused Patriarch Kasyapa to manifest, left them all shocked.

Everyone present was from the talented youth of Shaolin.

Many had attained enlightenment at the traces left by predecessors.

But to achieve awakening like Meng Chuan, directly discerning the mind and nature, none could accomplish it.

Coming to his senses, seeing Meng Chuan with a bald head, everyone felt a sense of familiarity.

Jue Ming led the way, greeting the crowd, and stood next to a person resembling a rotund headman.

Just as he was about to make introductions, the rotund headman smiled:

"No need for introductions, this is the renowned Meng Chuan, isn’t it?"

"I am, may I ask if you are Master Huaiyuan?"

Meng Chuan clasped his hands with a smile, his body exuding an aura definitely reaching the Third Limit.

I thought the head monk would be a tall and robust person.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an unkempt, chest-baring fat monk...

"Not at all, I am Liao Chen, a humble disciple among the monks in this Monks’ Institute.

The head monk at this hour is still serving the Buddha in the temple, he will come a bit later."

Meng Chuan awkwardly smiled:

"I’m sorry... It seems Meng didn’t recognize a great figure."

The rotund headman Liao Chen smiled and waved it off:

"Amitabha, it’s a trivial matter. Perhaps in the future, this humble monk could bask in Donor Meng’s light during national missions."

Upon hearing this, he understood.

This big fat monk was also registered in the national talent pool, a top genius from Shaolin.

He praised him as well; Meng Chuan clasped his hands and returned the compliment, elevating each other.

"No problem, Master Liao Chen is a Three-Limit Martial Arts Master, if we cross paths on missions, I’ll be honored to bask in your light."

"What little knowledge I have of Buddhist teachings is nothing; Donor Meng conquered a titled Great Demon at the Two Limit level.

When you break through the Third Limit, you will surely be like a King Kong subduing dragons and tigers, with Buddhism vast and boundless."

Meng Chuan smiled wryly and shook his head, not daring to claim the credit.

No matter what others say, maintaining a humble heart, not growing arrogant from others’ praises, is beneficial for cultivation.

After all, as the old saying goes:

Pride precedes a fall.

However, from the other’s words, he captured a piece of information.

That the "Dragon Subduer" and "Tiger Conqueror" among the Eighteen Arhats should not yet be demonically tainted.

He regained his composure, engaging in friendly conversation with the monks around, building rapport.

Afterward, he chatted with the big fat monk about national talent issues.

The matter concerning Immortal and Buddha magic corruption, the two of them walked to a wall corner, speaking softly.

Seeing this scene, Jue Ming felt inexplicably annoyed...

He introduced the two, now it seems he himself became an outsider...

The big fat monk sat in the gap between bricks against the wall, without any image.

Smiling, he waved:

"Donor Meng, come and sit."

Seeing this, Meng Chuan no longer stood on ceremony, sitting casually on the ground alongside him.

"Master Liao Chen, dare I ask, how many of the Eighteen Arhats are demonically tainted?"

Liao Chen, appearing plump, was shrewd and clever.

He quickly understood Meng Chuan’s intent, and pondered for a moment.

Seeing Liao Chen’s eyes remaining narrowed, he quietly said:

"Donor Meng is referring to the Zishou Temple incident in Jin Land, right? For now, our Shaolin has dispatched several Grandmasters to handle it, currently we know... Nine out of the Eighteen, half are tainted."

Liao Chen thought Meng Chuan had some ideas regarding the Eighteen Arhats task.

Upon hearing this, his heart was slightly surprised.

Half are tainted...

It seems this wave of conceptual Celestial Demon invasion targeting Buddhist faith is quite aggressive.

Recalling the scene in the True Martial Dharma Realm, in the grand cave of Fengdu.

In unseen places, the "incense war" erupts continuously.

Targeting Buddhist faith, the Eighteen Arhats may just be the beginning...

Lost in thoughts, he heard Liao Chen continuing:

"As to which nine, I am unclear because the core entity remains in Zishou Temple. Once our Grandmasters finish handling it and reclaim it, only then can we confirm."

Meng Chuan pondered and nodded:

"May I ask Master Liao Chen, when do you anticipate this will be resolved?"

If there is a core entity in Shaolin, surely his "spirit-summoning" plan would go more smoothly.