Chapter 936: Chapter 639: Cognition, Pulling Threads, and Fusing Law with Martial Arts!

He hung up the phone, his expression carrying a suppressed joy.

The Golden Tiger, finally in my grasp!

Now, to him, this medal holds more symbolic than practical significance, but Meng Chuan is still very satisfied.

Its accompanying special resource allocation feature is overshadowed by his national talent status.

However, the twenty percent discount privilege at the Martial Arts Association Mall is quite useful, saving him a lot of money.

Also, the medal holders and their blood relatives receive protection from the Great Chu military, with the ability to mobilize local defenses in emergencies, which Meng Chuan finds necessary.

He doesn’t need protection, but his family in Yong’an does.

Earlier, Fang Jianxing’s kidnapping of his uncle has always been a thorn in Meng Chuan’s heart.

Now that he has the Golden Medal, such incidents are unlikely to happen again.

Coming to his senses, this good news doesn’t need to be rushed, and Meng Chuan sorts himself out.

Yesterday, consuming the fear and confusion thoughts, Meng Chuan also saw scenes similar to when the anger thoughts were activated.

His Tao Heart also clamored about "Law, Law..."

It’s certain that the group from the Parasite Association used these negative emotions to empower themselves.

But he does not.

"I collect these, like a more precise guidance..."

Combining with Tao Heart’s "Law" statement, it seems like these corresponding emotional powers are guiding him to obtain the corresponding laws.

Is this the path to deity for the Cosmos gods?

Out of nowhere, this sentence emerged in Meng Chuan’s mind.

Cautious!

Self-reflection weighed on Meng Chuan, the information about the laws and the area of the Cosmos was indeed too scarce.

Even if he collects more corresponding emotions later, thereby making the three-dimensional coordinates and dimension coordinates on the cosmic cloud map clearer, Meng Chuan cannot go.

The most crucial factor is still insufficient strength.

He warmed the somewhat cooled tea on the tea table with his hands.

Seeing the time was almost right, Meng Chuan drank it all up and set off to the small courtyard where Yang Yuelian was located.

Continuing to exert effort.

...

The sky was grey, clouds hung low.

The cold wind could not pierce the light grey cloud mass, only two figures swirled and chased within.

Until a certain moment, leaden clouds surged up and down, madly converging and climbing toward the center.

As if a mountain had risen abruptly and then collapsed, pushing forcefully!

Massive airwaves enveloped beyond a hundred feet range, crashing down.

Yang Yuelian "swish" flew backward, her small face in distress, yet her expression was exceedingly bright.

Swoosh——

Meng Chuan stepped out of the mist, water vapor swirling around him, five-color brilliance flowing, controlling his strength as he addressed Yang Yuelian.

Recently, every afternoon at three, Meng Chuan would use his self-created Five Elements Fist to demonstrate to her the coordination of heart intentions and intention scenes, the method of fist stance transforming fist intent.

For someone practicing Elephant Form to repeatedly seek him out, a practitioner of Xingyi, for teaching, does seem peculiar.

But she has persistently found it rewarding, and Meng Chuan can’t help but marvel at her extraordinary traits...

However, Meng Chuan is not simply teaching her; he is also gaining insight into the mysteries within these five fists during the teaching for future creation skills of integrating the Five Elements.

Each day, during this hour, he teaches seriously, without charge.

No one is devoid of emotion.

The Yang Family treats him warmly, regards him as an honored guest; it’s only right for Meng Chuan to give his all.

It’s mutual, people elevate each other.

However, Meng Chuan notices that recently, Yang Yuelian’s gaze toward him is increasingly bold and unrestricted, seemingly losing earlier boundaries, more and more improper.

Yet Meng Chuan also realizes something amiss about himself.

He seems to be enjoying it...

Just like now.

Yang Yuelian, while dodging attacks, her eyes shimmering.

She occasionally glances at Meng Chuan, her gaze soft like the thawing springwater.

Her eye tips gently lift, sticky like aloe gel threads.

In the Qi Blood Martial Arts Era, the more powerful female martial artists were beauty incarnate, each surpassingly attractive.

Yet there’s still a distinction between good and better.

Among the numerous radiant women Meng Chuan encountered, Yang Yuelian stands out, exceptional.