Only true skills prove somewhat difficult, requiring days counted by the month, with relentless dedication throughout.
Moreover, the cultivation of various divine skills and the Iron Body requires an exceedingly full life.
Thus, Meng Chuan is not in a hurry, taking his time to plan.
Exhale...
Inhale~!
A wisp of floating cloud on the horizon.
Meng Chuan performed the Arhat stance, stepping onto the cloud, his hands a blur of light, incorporating four Shaolin fist skills, his mind still clear and pure.
His Martial Arts talent has reached an incredible realm. Even first-class fist skills could be combined into a six-fold practice if he had more compatible techniques.
"Exhale..."
His entire body was as hot as a branding iron, exhaling turbid air that his accomplishments had released, dispersing the cloud before him, slowly descending back into the small courtyard.
Dawn has arrived.
