Chapter 963: Chapter 646: Relieving Oneself, Open-Heartedness, and Comprehending the Divine Skill’s Killing Move! (6k)

Beside him, Xu Qingfeng raised his wine glass, drinking to quench his thirst, while teasingly saying:

"Master Meng is ascending. In half a year, after he finishes his teacher certification exam, we’ll all have to call him Teacher Meng."

Chu Yanlong raised his glass and leaned forward:

"By the way, does Teacher Meng take students? I want to reserve a spot as a direct disciple."

"Get aside, it’s I, Mr. Xu, who is the chief disciple under Meng’s banner."

Meng Chuan and everyone raised their glasses, feigning a serious expression:

"For now, I’m not taking any disciples, only mounts. You two can compete for the spot."

"...Does the Flute-Playing Boy need a spot?"

"Get lost..."

But when the Flute-Playing Boy was mentioned, a beautiful figure inexplicably appeared in Meng Chuan’s mind, bowing down to play music...

"Ahem, ahem..."

Beside them, Meng Jiaolong coughed twice, interrupting the group’s playful banter.

Since that day, after receiving intelligence from the "insider" at the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo, Meng Jiaolong’s mind had become extremely complicated.

A woman’s sixth sense was telling her that something was definitely up with Meng Chuan.

But she didn’t know how to bring it up, so today she just sat there sullenly, drinking but not speaking.

Her long, dark brown eyelashes covered her slightly downcast eyes, then she suddenly raised her gaze and heavily clinked her glass with Meng Chuan’s:

"I wish you happiness!"

"??"

"What’s going on?"

The others were puzzled, moving around excitedly like animals on the farm, jumping up and down.

Meng Chuan had a look of amused helplessness.

Although he had no intention of hiding his situation with Yang Yuelian and being a scumbag.

How Meng Jiaolong found out was beyond his expectation.

Did Yang Yuelian tell her?

It shouldn’t be...

Whatever, it doesn’t matter.

Aside from martial arts, Meng Chuan didn’t want to overthink it and would rather go with the flow.

"You too, I wish everyone happiness and continual progress in martial arts."

Meng Chuan also didn’t know what else to say, so he awkwardly made this brief "toast" after clinking glasses.

Meng Jiaolong downed her drink in one gulp and, seeing Meng Chuan’s knowing look, was so irritated that she "hummed" and turned away, leaving.

The rest watched in a daze as Meng Jiaolong left, then turned to stare directly at Meng Chuan.

The intensity of their gaze made him a little uneasy...

"...Why are you looking at me?"

Meng Chuan remained straightforward and had a clear conscience.

...

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Recently, to prevent Great Demons from escaping the Demon Nest and infiltrating the city, nationwide long-term level-three combat readiness had been activated.

Entering and exiting the city required identity checks, and monthly population censuses were conducted within the city.

Meanwhile, the grand city-expansion project also reached its midway point.

From Lishan Mountain, looking out into the distance, one could faintly see new outer walls gradually rising, forging an even more indestructible defense.

Lishan Mountain.

Since returning to the mountain and retreating into closed cultivation at Huaqing Pool, Meng Chuan had not shown himself.

The students’ enthusiasm gradually subsided, and they all returned to their martial arts practice.

Three days later, in mid-May.

In a geothermal hot spring pool, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged at the bottom, his heart spirit had long soared beyond the clouds and fallen into the "Heaven’s Abyss."

In reality, a golden divine elephant lay to his left, while a dark misty dragon demon floated to his right, together guarding his physical body.

In the deep canyon, raindrops pelted his face painfully, as if being slashed with a knife.

Meng Chuan wiped his face, his left hand’s five fingers slid across the mountain, digging out a "black iron halberd" formed by the rock.

Looking toward the figure with a raised spear on the horizon, Meng Chuan’s golden eyes blazed like torches, leaping forward to confront him.

The figure’s right arm retracted, the spearhead exploded with a cluster of azure blue, his hair standing on end.

Here it comes!

That same strike again!

Meng Chuan was fully concentrated, having experienced this scene for the ninth time, he was more than familiar with it.

"I triggered enlightenment this morning, making it a lucky day, and nine is the number of extremes, nothing beyond nine..."

Boom——!!!

The cataclysmic force converged at the spear tip.

The azure blue surged upward, continuously washing over and shrouding the heavens.

Meng Chuan thrusted forward with the halberd, concentrating the Star Annihilation to a single point, fearless and bold.

The moment they collided, the world fell silent.

Mountains on either side collapsed, rocks rolling and defying gravity, flying into the sky and lingering in mid-air, like an apocalyptic scene.

Roaring thunder resonated beside Meng Chuan’s ears, and in an instant, countless shadowy figures wielding spears emerged in his view, their spear tips changing the color of the world!

Then, the remaining images merged into one, condensing into a final thrust deeply piercing his brow, thoroughly impaling him!

However, this thrust was imbued with a different sense than those before.

Vast streams of information accompanied the spear’s shadow, gathering in his mind, endlessly rehearsing, and conveying knowledge.

At this "moment of death," Meng Chuan greedily sealed all these insights within his mind, missing not a single piece.

He finally got it!

Throughout the past month, cycling through the Taoist scriptures and King Xiang’s notes, each time being "killed" by Elder Zhao in the imagined world, he would compare them against his studies of the Five Qi Tracing Minor Interpretation.

Kidney water...

Today, he truly unravelled Elder Zhao’s spear technique!

As for why he still couldn’t escape the fate of "death"...

Meng Chuan’s memory never faltered.

He distinctly remembered, the first time in this Abyss Imagery, Zhao Linyuan said, "I’ll teach you two moves"...

The water flow that eluded understanding accompanied this spear strike, forming a body-wide icy-blue crystal chain.

Crunch, crunch, crunch... 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Meng Chuan’s body was frozen into an ice sculpture, even his thoughts gradually frosted over, to be buried along...

The destruction of body and soul simultaneously, this was undoubtedly the "second move"...

Splash——

Meng Chuan abruptly stood up from the pool, startling the nearby napping dragon demon, who shot up, chest puffed out, fearing it would be caught slacking.

Paying no mind to this creature, Meng Chuan turned around and absorbed both into his body.

Taking a Cloud Water Pill, he inspected his fiery red flesh, musing internally.

Ever since turning the Star Annihilation into a Qi Blood-driven martial arts killer move, Meng Chuan realized what those two techniques Elder Zhao was passing on to him actually entailed.