Chapter 990: Chapter 653: My Path Is Not Alone, True Star Gang, Celestial Dragon Breaking City!

Still the same words, my path is not lonely.

But all of this has a premise, that Meng Chuan and Zhao Linyuan viewed the creation of their complete Divine Skill the same way when they placed it on the Armory.

Their Martial Arts painstaking efforts must not become a mediocre thing!

Of course, Elder Zhao went to Blue Star for cultivation and had no need for earthly gold and silver.

So he used all the profits he obtained for nurturing national talents.

He is different; he truly needs money...

Of course, if it ever gets published, Meng Chuan will indicate the difficulty level to save people from embracing an ignoble reputation.

After all, whether Sitting Forget Divine Skill is difficult to practice, only he knows best...

However, it’s not to say that one must have entry-level ability to purchase it.

Even practitioners of external martial arts can gain great benefit from understanding some basic aspects, improving their mastery of their own power.

Meanwhile, Yang Huan listened to him, feeling very gratified, and did not hesitate to lavish praise:

"Good, that’s how we at United University should be, to have a sufficiently broad mind!

The selfish habits of the Tao and Buddhist are unacceptable!"

With that said, Yang Huan extended his hand and personally poured a cup of hot tea for Meng Chuan, leaving him overwhelmed with favor.

This was the first time Yang Huan had poured him tea.

If this were to spread, it would be enough to leave everyone at Lishan Campus and even the whole United University stupefied!

Meng Chuan quickly stood up, supporting the kettle and taking it from Yang Huan’s hand:

"Yes, yes..."

Meng Chuan, being a beneficiary of the Tao and Buddhist methods, could only touch his nose when he heard Principal Yang speak of "the bad habits of the Tao and Buddhist," having nothing to say...

...

As the fragrance of tea drifted up, the two discussed some details further.

Yang Huan solemnly put away the manuscript, waiting for the day to pass it to the Sui Saint for examination.

Soon, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

Yang Huan adjusted his sitting posture and spoke:

"Come in."

The handle turned, and An Jing, dressed in a gray uniform skirt suit, walked in.

The weather was still a bit cold, and An Jing had added a thin layer of 8D black stockings on her legs, making the lines of her legs appear more graceful.

"Principal Yang, the Life... Fire you asked for."

As soon as she came in, she saw the casual back of Meng Chuan sitting and chatting with Yang Huan, whose face was full of a rare smile.

She had received the principal’s order and thought it was for some newly promoted Grandmaster to retain their Life Fire, but unexpectedly, it was for this young man...

Today was indeed an exception made for a newly promoted Martial Arts Master...

As she approached them, An Jing’s pupils suddenly widened.

She recalled something.

This young man, when he enrolled a few years ago, had also broken the rules that United University had followed for decades regarding Grandmaster Class admissions...

Rules, are they meant to be broken by such people...

Yang Huan saw her bewilderment and was puzzled.

"Put it here, then go busy yourself."

"Ah... yes."

Yang Huan’s voice interrupted her thoughts; An Jing placed the white candle-like object on the table without any carelessness and turned to leave.

Before leaving, An Jing stole a glance at Meng Chuan but saw that carefree figure, truly blazing and powerful like the rising morning sun.

In her limited circle of martial arts family contacts, naturally, there was little interaction with Meng Chuan.

But An Jing often heard people mention Meng Chuan, and every mention was full of shared pride, as if being part of Lishan Campus bestowed a sense of prestige even in front of people from other campuses!

"Truly wonderful..."

As the door closed, An Jing’s emotions were finally expressed at that moment.

Tap.. tap tap...

The sound of high heels was clear and crisp, but the rhythm seemed slightly sluggish.

An Jing leaned over to smooth the slightly wrinkled tight skirt hem, then raised her head, eyes full of envy and admiration.

...

For a moment.

According to the principal’s request, Meng Chuan gathered the essence of his blood to his fingertip.

He squeezed it out, letting it float in the air.

Yang Huan slightly bent his thumb and forefinger, with a dense blue flame burning between them, and moved it toward the droplet of blood in the air.

He first pinched it with two fingers, the blue flame gradually enveloping it until not a single gap was left.

Seeing his curious expression, Yang Huan explained briefly:

"This is a tangible spiritual flame that can only be ignited after opening the Soul Palace, fundamentally different from your Spiritual Power flame; it’s [real].

The Soul Palace has many mysteries, for instance, it can turn your imaginary fantasies into reality."

"Refining illusion into reality!"

Meng Chuan blurted out.

Yang Huan gave him a strange look, then continued focusing on the blue flame at his fingertips, not daring to make a mistake.

"You know quite a lot, it’s something like that, but not entirely.

For example, what I’m doing now is filtering out the false and keeping the true from this drop of your blood, retaining only your unique essence, while everything else must be removed, otherwise the Life Fire cannot last, which is why I must do it personally."

"Understood..."

Meng Chuan pondered.

In any case, this indicated something.

The power to transform illusion into reality isn’t just limited to the Inner World, it can also affect the outside world, with the conversion medium being the so-called [Soul Palace].

"Principal, is it like a kind of... creativity?"

Meng Chuan couldn’t help asking again, thinking of some grand existence in his mind.

The Creator.

Yang Huan nodded:

"It is, but not as powerful as you imagine, it’s more like an advanced version of Intention, where the mind moves but is no longer just a magnetic field, yet the power is still limited, unable to turn inanimate objects like dolls into real beings with life.

The creative power you’re thinking of surpasses the Great Saint’s might, involving Dao Principle or Law power, far beyond what Martial Arts can achieve.

Remember the whispering of the mountains? It possesses power to animate, that’s the truly formidable power of [Scattering Beans into Soldiers]."

"I understand."

Meng Chuan nodded silently, waiting patiently for Yang Huan to refine his blood, to filter out the false and retain the true.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he saw that the original fingernail-sized blood mass seemed to have been completely burned away.