Chapter 1365 - 761: Flood of Applications, Black Tortoise Acknowledges Its Master? (Part 2)

Chapter 1365: Chapter 761: Flood of Applications, Black Tortoise Acknowledges Its Master? (Part 2)

But right now, there were still nearly a thousand students and teachers gathered downstairs at his research institute, waiting.

Some wanted to join his research institute, and there were even more ambitious ones who wanted to become Meng Chuan’s disciples.

There were also those confident in their looks, a whole row of yoga pants with long boots, each harboring their own little schemes, hoping to get themselves a "Flute-Playing Boy" title...

"I heard True Inheritance Meng still doesn’t have any direct disciples, I wonder..."

As soon as this was said, someone beside him immediately concluded:

"You’ve got no chance, damn it, you’re older than True Inheritance himself, how do you have the face to apprentice under him?"

"Why not? Whoever’s better is the teacher. Once I see True Inheritance Meng, I’ll present my disciple gift, then bang, straight down on my knees for nine consecutive kowtows. Worst case, I can at least mooch my way into being a registered disciple."

The man kept a straight face as he spoke, clearly his thick-skin skill was maxed out.

"...you’re vicious, forget it, let’s just hurry and push forward. With this many people, who knows when it’ll be our turn at the back. By then, True Inheritance will already be tired of it, and even if you bang a hole through the sixth floor it’ll be useless!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

But obviously, no one here was an idiot; everyone was thinking the same thing.

Whether it was to join the institute and get a position, to schedule a class, or even to formally apprentice, the earlier you met Meng Chuan, the better your chances.

The research institute had just been established; while he was in a good mood, they had to secure the deal as fast as possible!

For a while, a black tide surged; Xu Qingfeng and Chu Yanlong, megaphones in hand, were completely swallowed by the sea of people.

True Qi of all colors surged; one Martial Artist after another got squeezed out of line, and several Martial Arts Masters, fighting over the front spot, flushed red and nearly came to blows.

"Don’t push! Nobody push! Everyone line up!"

Chu Yanlong’s megaphone had long since been squeezed who-knows-where, so he could only shout at the top of his lungs.

But no one listened to him. Seeing this, Xu Qingfeng had a sudden idea, climbed up to the top of a nearby tree, and hauled his True Qi into his throat to bellow:

"Everyone listen up, I don’t care if you’re a Martial Arts Master or just a regular Martial Artist, no one is allowed to push anymore!

First come, first served, line up in order. Whoever I see pushing, I’ll remember your face and report you to True Inheritance later!"

At the words "True Inheritance," the crowd instantly quieted down, and many began whispering:

"Who is this guy?"

"Just a small Martial Arts Family guy, and he talks this cocky?"

"He’s Xu Qingfeng, from the Grandmaster Class." Someone who recognized him kindly reminded them:

"This guy seems to have a pretty good relationship with True Inheritance."

"I remember now, this kid keeps claiming he’s Meng God’s best buddy, and I’ve never seen True Inheritance deny it..."

"Come on, let’s line up. Don’t let this Xu guy hold a grudge against us..."

Xu Qingfeng pulled the "tiger skin," and the crowd gradually calmed down, splitting into several groups according to their purpose for coming today, standing quietly, waiting for True Inheritance to come out of seclusion.

Although True Inheritance was currently in seclusion, today was the official opening day of his research institute, so he had to come out eventually.

Unexpectedly, a full hour passed.

Under the crowd’s eagerly expectant gazes, someone finally came out.

Two figures walked out one after another, one with a body like a mountain, the other with an aura like an abyss.

Grandmasters Dong Yue and Chen Qiushui.

They’d joined True Inheritance’s research institute too?

Dong Yue took a step forward; his Grandmaster aura spread with the wind, intimidating all directions, making everyone straighten up ramrod stiff:

"True Inheritance is in seclusion cultivating. If you can’t wait, you may leave for now and come back tomorrow."

...

Leaving all the trivial matters to others, caring about nothing, Meng Chuan was still in seclusion in the North Julu Continent Dharma Realm.

The world is vast, but Martial Arts comes first.

Crash—

The roar of the tide surged, followed by misty waves of water spreading around him, emerging from every part of his body, even bubbles spilling from the corner of his mouth...

In barely a few moments, the golden sky above Meng Chuan’s head was reflected into blue.

Regulating the breath at Shanzhong stimulated the acupuncture points; the breath surged in from his hands and feet, continuously scouring his four limbs and hundred bones.

Like a hanging waterfall pouring down, impacting the rocks in a deep pool.

Grinding away the sharp edges, making them rounder and more solid.

White breath poured out from the treasured cavity, flowing down; his body was restless and taut within, yet now it was at a critical juncture, and Meng Chuan remained perfectly still, able to hold his composure.

Once Rainbow Light Radiance Body was triggered, he let his mind spread and adjusted his breathing for a moment.

Meng Chuan let out a long breath, then lay back down again, assuming the Black Tortoise Stance to train.

After a short while.

"Huff..."

His face flushed red from holding it in, he finally exhaled a long breath of turbid air; this breath was like a strip of white silk, its sound ringing like metal, with a sharp "zheng" as it pierced the void, lingering for a kilometer without dispersing. ℴ

His body shook violently, water sounds gurgling.

Meng Chuan slowly stood up, mustering his breath and exerting strength; from within his body came the clanging resonance of gold and iron colliding.

Black Tortoise Tempering True Body was a method of training both inside and out; when the skill was practiced deep enough, it would naturally stir up a sound like gold and jade.

"Done."

He uttered a word, then his gaze grew calm as he cast Introspection.

[Black Tortoise Tempering True Body: Proficient (99%) → Mastery (1%)]

Hoo—

Meng Chuan kicked off the ground; as his body shot horizontally, it raised a raging wave, azure forming into an arched light shield that propped up.

He spread his arms, the blue light rolling back and bursting apart, scattering over heaven and earth.

Landing slowly, Meng Chuan muttered under his breath:

"Black Tortoise Body at Mastery doesn’t boost me that much; the main thing is that ’Black Tortoise’ can finally come out..."

The effect of multiple Iron Body methods wasn’t like stacking floors of a house one layer at a time.

The previously perfected Treasure Appearance Golden Venerable Skill was stronger in defense than Black Tortoise Body at the Mastery level.

So this later breakthrough didn’t stimulate the body enough to draw out much more of his physical potential, resulting in not much change in his physique.

It was more about patching gaps and firming up the foundation of the flesh.

But from here on, each increase in proficiency would start to show clear effects.

Until he broke through to Perfection and added Black Tortoise True Body, the improvement to his bodily defense and overall physique would definitely not be small.

"This is the only pre-requisite True Skill for a defensive-type Divine Skill Level Iron Body in the human world..."

He pondered inwardly; even though today’s improvement wasn’t huge, there was still a faint look of anticipation on Meng Chuan’s face.