With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 860 - 620: Yin and Yang, Tempering the Soul, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!

Chapter 860: Chapter 620: Yin and Yang, Tempering the Soul, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!

Meditate for a while, first cast these thoughts aside.

"It would be great if a Great Saint from the avian faction could give me a source shadow to help with Qi Blood Gathering Yang..."

Not only can it increase the probability of Qi Blood Gathering Yang, but after achieving Breaking Four, it can also endow the body with a postnatal mutation.

It can be said to be the most coveted resource by every peak Martial Arts Master.

However, she could only imagine it.

Even if she exhausted all her possessions, she couldn’t exchange for a trace of a strong’s source energy.

After Breaking Four, the cultivation resources needed become even more.

Luo Meng had made up her mind, the application for the associate professor title must be put on the agenda.

Besides...

The Infinite Martial Arts Dojo is not without its small aids.

Every year, it earns a net profit of several hundred million, accumulating over time.

In the long run, even a Grandmaster would be tempted.

Luo Guanyun went to the Celestial Demon Realm, leaving the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo without a Grandmaster’s deterrence, hard to maintain its prestige as the number one dojo in the northwest.

In such a situation, it is appropriate for her, the "Jade Belt Green Luan," to take charge of the dojo.

Thinking of the embarrassment of borrowing money from the dojo last time, Luo Meng couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed whenever she recalled it, while harboring a slight resentment in her heart.

Once she becomes a Grandmaster, everything will be resolved smoothly.

...

As the New Year approaches, the war in Taihang is limited to the upper echelons of Martial Arts and did not affect the ordinary citizens below.

The streets and alleys of Yong’an were lit up with festive decorations, every home was putting up paper cuttings and hanging couplets.

A few days passed by quickly.

Meng Chuan stayed at home in retreat, cultivating.

Waiting for the chime of the New Year to explore the secrets of the Fire Dragon Cave.

Early morning.

Meng Chuan sat at the dining table, eating the breakfast Xue Na prepared for him, pondering a matter in his heart:

"After the New Year, I have to visit the dojo. With the master absent, there are many things that require my signature and confirmation."

In the new year, the procurement of equipment, personnel changes, operational investments, and operating expenses of the dojo all need to be personally handled.

Unfortunately, Meng Chuan also wanted to be a hands-off manager, just collecting money...

However, the highest authority of the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo is only held by him and the master, Uncle Liu is powerless.

But fortunately, the most it takes is a few days, and for the rest of the year, there’s no need to worry about it, leaving it to highly paid professional managers.

Besides, the master being "exiled" to purgatory means he might not be able to appear for a long time.

Afterwards, he will also need to occasionally visit the dojo to make an appearance when necessary.

The Infinite Martial Arts Dojo is too large, and wealth stirs people’s hearts.

Over time, both inside and outside the dojo, there will always be people with little thoughts.

Outside the dojo, Meng Chuan is not too concerned.

Aside from Secretary Wang and a few Martial Arts Grandmasters, he is already the most formidable person in Yong’an City, his connections are not inferior to his master’s.

Other local martial arts dojos, even if they have ideas, have to behave themselves.

The main thing is that the internal atmosphere of the dojo must not be chaotic.

Meng Chuan needs to be present to tell them that the backbone is still here, and everything in the dojo remains the same...

After the meal, he was about to practice boxing when he received a call from Liao Chen of the Shaolin Temple:

[Congratulations to Donor Meng on advancing to Martial Arts Master, and for subduing a great demon of the Demon Path, truly commendable!]

Meng Chuan, familiar with him, replied irritably:

[Fat monk, isn’t this blessing a bit too late? I need to practice, speak quickly if you have something to say.]

[Amitabha—though the blessing is late, does it not hinder the compassion of Buddhist teachings? Donor Meng, the Taihang battle is in three days, don’t you plan to come?]

[Well, I have matters at home, next time for sure.]

Liao Chen was speechless, will there even be a next time?

[Next time...]

Meng Chuan heard sounds of scrabbling from the other end of the phone, and then Liao Hai’s laughter came:

[Donor Meng, if you can’t catch the Taihang battle, I reckon there will be plenty of national tasks to clean the battlefield after the new year, how about we form a team? Or you be the team leader.]

Previously, having reaped benefits in the Red Fiend Nest, Liao Hai hadn’t had enough...

[I have many matters after the new year, you guys go on your own.]

Hearing this, the two monks on the other end exchanged glances, their regret was palpable.

What a pity...

Subsequently, the two monks talked to him about the setup on the mountain and mentioned Shaolin, full of pride.

Coincidentally, Meng Chuan was quite interested in this, so he listened attentively.