With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 705 - 579: Rebirth, Vow, New Year!

Looking at Meng Chuan again, Huijue almost cried out in shock!

"Amitabha—"

Huijue composed himself, his gaze sharp.

He saw Meng Chuan’s bare white-boned right arm, where strands of muscle twined and interwove like red silk threads, gathering more and more.

The surface of the bones emitted a faint golden glow, seemingly adjusting themselves until the muscles completely enveloped them, invisible, with only a faint "kaka" sound beneath the muscles.

The membranes, carrying the blood, retracted back into the body, with a drumming heartbeat echoing from the damaged chest cavity.

Each beat shook the surrounding rubble loose.

"Flesh regenerates..."

Huijue, witnessing this extraordinary recovery ability, murmured to himself.

This went beyond what ordinary hard skills could achieve.

Blood rebirth, a means of the Great Venerable.

The flesh regenerating from bones, vividly appearing before him.

This far exceeded the limits of a Martial Arts Grandmaster’s mighty physique.

Many Grandmasters who do not practice hard skills do not have such recovery abilities!

Moments later, Meng Chuan suddenly opened his eyes.

With one hand on the rock, he pushed himself to stand up.

The tendons in his lower body emitted a gritty sound as they coalesced, and the broken skin healed.

A pure white lightning wrapped around him as if he had been reborn.

Immediately after, Meng Chuan poured a large handful of healing pills into his mouth.

Cloud Water Pill, Internal Strength Pill, Six Flavors Earth Purple Pills and so on, all that he had previously stored, were consumed in one go.

They mixed together within him, aiding the five internal organs to heal faster.

After three moves, he managed to endure them!

Meng Chuan was extremely exhausted, especially mentally, with his head buzzing continuously.

He looked around, his vision a blur like seeing flowers through a mist, lacking clarity.

He always felt that the last punch of the Dragon Elephant almost struck him through the dimensional boundary...

Yet he gazed southward at the figure standing like a mountain beneath the sky.

His sight surprisingly focused instantly, everything crystal clear!

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Meng Chuan’s smile was cold and piercing.

"The Martial Arts Grandmaster, no more than this..."

His fighting spirit was roused, having set himself for three punches, he blamed no other.

But these three punches...

These three punches, come next year’s dawn martial arts, must return three hundred punches to him!

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, gazing at the Zen Ancestor Land.

Meng Chuan swore an oath.

...

At the gate hall of Shaolin Temple.

The Dragon Elephant Master slowly landed, standing still for a moment, dust rising around him.

He gazed at the direction where Meng Chuan had flown out, pausing his gaze briefly.

Turning to leave.

The difference in realm was too great; the outcome was not unexpected.

He acknowledged Meng Chuan’s talent and prowess.

Not to mention anything else, just the willpower to break through his Martial Arts True Gang was proof enough of his martial arts talent, the rumors were not false.

But unfortunately, the gap between the two was indeed vast.

Two entire great realms, even ten years would not be enough for Meng Chuan to catch up with him.

After all, he too would not remain stagnant; the Great Saint, even beyond the Great Saint, the Dragon Elephant would personally seek out what scenery exists there.

The desire for battle subsided, the extreme soul extinguished.

This earth-shaking Dragon Elephant slowly faded away.

"Perhaps next year’s dawn martial arts could excite me...

Moreover... the Luo Tian Grand Competition, hahaha!"

Suddenly thinking of something, the Dragon Elephant’s voice shifted from restrained to unrestrained laughter.

Being the temple’s acknowledged Holy Seed, Shaolin originally intended to protect this Dragon Elephant, not letting him partake in the demon-exterminating affair at Taihang Mountain.

But the Dragon Elephant himself had a firm attitude.

The temple couldn’t argue against it, reluctantly agreeing to let him participate in the formation control, heading to Taihang.

No one could extinguish his extreme battle intent, until death itself!

...

Meanwhile, after the Extreme Dragon Elephant, Liaohuo left.

The oppressive feeling faded from the air, and the autumn wind once again stirred the prayer flags on the eaves.

The monks watched that towering figure, discussing in hushed tones.

"Truly deserving of being the ’Extreme Dragon Elephant,’ that was insanely powerful..."

A near-unstoppable little demon, sent flying by one punch, could it be... a revival of Zen Ancestor Land’s prestige?

"Cough cough, I actually think it’s inappropriate, considering Meng Chuan is just second limit. What if someday Northern United University sends a sixth limit Celestial King to challenge Master Liaohuo, then what?"

The monk clasped his hands together:

"You’re overthinking it; this was Meng Chuan’s request for three punches, it has nothing to do with our Zen Sect."

"Both are two major realms apart, can Master Liaohuo withstand three punches from a Celestial King?"

"...How would I know, go and ask him yourself, the Dragon Elephant hasn’t gone far."

"Amitabha, I don’t dare..."

Meanwhile, Liaochan and a few others arrived late, having missed the rapid three-punch confrontation.

Liaohai slowly walked up from the mountain, shaking his head at Liaochan and Liaoqing:

"Donor Meng and Grandmaster Huijue have already left, they should be fine."

Liaochan breathed a sigh of relief:

"As long as they’re fine, the Buddha thought he’d have to bury someone prematurely."

"Those words are taking advantage of Donor Meng, be careful he doesn’t come back and beat you up!"

"Tch tch... And what if he comes back? Would the Buddha really fear him now?"

Being able to withstand three moves from Brother Liaohuo was enough to make his jaw drop, does he still have the energy to beat me?

Impossible!

If Meng Chuan hadn’t flown far away with Huijue and couldn’t hear this, he might actually come back...

Liaoqing paid no mind to these two clowns, looking down the mountain, sighing lightly:

"Donor Meng left in such a hurry, not even time to say goodbye."

The two monks beside him nodded.

He was directly sent flying down the mountain with one punch, how could he not be in a hurry...

"Donor Meng will return, as he seeks the future Buddha fruit."

"Then that’s good, we must keep him next time, and form a team to carry out some missions together."

Working with Meng Chuan, high risk, high reward.

The journey of Chi Li, earning 17,000 battle merits.

Adding the daily accumulation, Liaoqing is about to announce a retreat, aiming for Martial Arts Grandmaster!

"The Buddha was thinking, why doesn’t the official simply form a long-term team, stabilize it, and carry out missions together over time.