Starting with photographic memory, I've worked my way up to become a martial arts immortal.

These words immediately sparked discussion among the surrounding people, and many disciples who were further away, seeing the tension in the air, also gathered around.

"This Senior Brother Zuo looks down on Senior Brother Jiang every day, could he really be too scared to fight?"

"Who knows? He seems a bit hesitant to go for it!"

"He's not just good with words, is he? I thought he was much stronger."

Several new disciples added fuel to the fire by whispering among themselves.

Seeing the strange looks and harsh words from the others around him, Zuo Qi felt his blood rush to his head.

"Look how arrogant you are. You really think I'm an easy target. At worst, after five moves, when I realize things are going badly, I'll just make an excuse to admit defeat."

The thought flashed through Zuo Qi's mind, and he grinned, saying, "Don't think I'm afraid of you. Bring it on!"

Jiang Yuan smiled to himself, thinking that the provocation tactic was working well.

The surrounding disciples immediately parted to form a circle, and one disciple pulled out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and began to eat them with relish.

Zuo Qi nervously got into position, only to see Jiang Yuan still standing there, waving at him with a "bring it on" attitude, clearly not taking him seriously.

"This is outrageous!"

Zuo Qi's eyes instantly turned red, and he charged forward with a "Tiger Descending the Mountain" move, looking quite imposing.

Jiang Yuanping had a habit of practicing the disciples' moves during his rest periods, and he was well aware of Zuo Qi's strength.

Faced with this fierce attack, he simply stepped forward and casually dodged the incoming fist.

In his eyes, such an opponent no longer posed much of a threat to him.

Zuo Qi used all his skills, unleashing the fierce moves of the Tiger Fist, but he couldn't even touch the hem of the person's clothes, and he became more and more frightened as the fight progressed.

Soon, after five moves, he immediately planned to stop and retreat, preparing to say a few nice words to end the sparring session.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan stopped retreating, pushed off with his foot, and rushed forward, grabbing at his lower body with one hand!

Zuo Qi was understandably terrified. If this were confirmed, wouldn't his family line end?!

He immediately crossed his arms into a cross shape and pressed them down to protect his groin.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuan suddenly ducked down, his arm already passing under his crotch, and his shoulder slammed into his crossed arms.

This is?

Before he could react, he was thrown into the air, spun around in mid-air, and crashed heavily to the ground. His head was filled with stars, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Jiang Yuan's move is a variation of "Crane Spreads Wings", also known as "One Shoulder to the Sky". As long as he gets the opportunity, he can lift people up and throw them away.

Without pausing, he appeared in front of Zuo Qi, who had fallen backward, and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the courtyard, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

Zuo Qi touched his face blankly, then gritted his teeth and said, "You dare slap me in the face?!"

This time, Jiang Yuan switched to his left hand and delivered another slap.

"Snapped!"

Zuo Qi's face was visibly red and swollen, with five clear finger marks visible.

He finally snapped out of his daze and shouted, "I surrender!"

"Snapped!"

Another slap landed.

Zuo Qi was stunned by the slap, staring at Jiang Yuan in disbelief, his voice tinged with grievance, "I already admitted defeat, why did you still hit me?"

Jiang Yuan finally stopped, and said with a slightly apologetic look, "I couldn't stop myself, I'm sorry."

"Hahaha!"

Many disciples, seeing Zuo Qi's swollen, pig-like face and hearing Jiang Yuan's words, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zuo Qi looked around blankly, not understanding why they were laughing.

His vision was somewhat blurry, and his mind was a complete mess.

When he saw his fellow disciples, with whom he usually got along well, standing to the side, he subconsciously lifted his foot and walked over. Unexpectedly, the other party avoided him with disgusted expressions, as if they did not want to have anything to do with him.

He stood there blankly for a while before finally coming to his senses.

The mocking gazes of those around him were like sharp thorns, piercing his heart.

Zuo Qi glared venomously at Jiang Yuan, who was already practicing on the wooden stake, then covered his face and ran out of the martial arts school.

"Senior Brother Jiang is too amazing! He beat him up like a little chick, and finished him off in no time."

Han Qian's eyes lit up with admiration as he murmured.

"Exactly, they don't even seem to be on the same level. Senior Brother Jiang is so handsome." This was said by a rare female disciple in the martial arts school.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Zuo is too weak?" another person questioned.

"It's not that Zuo Qi is too weak, it's that he's too strong." An old disciple sighed and walked away listlessly.

Jiang Yuan ignored the murmurs below, his mind and body completely absorbed in his training. Only in this state could he improve his strength as quickly as possible. After more than two months of self-discipline, he had gradually formed this habit.

Perhaps it was because he felt good after teaching Zuo Qi a lesson, but after finishing a set of boxing techniques, his Crane Fist experience points actually increased significantly.

He had some realization: if one possesses a certain level of strength, one cannot always tolerate things and let one's mind be clouded. One should act when the time is right, for as the saying goes, a clear mind is a resource.

Time flew by, and Jiang Yuan slowly finished his work, jumped down from the wooden stake, and began packing his things to leave.

Zhao Hui walked over from a short distance away. "Senior Brother Jiang, you fought really well today. I wonder when I will be able to have your strength."

Jiang Yuan smiled slightly, "Alright, stop flattering me. Need something from me?"

Zhao Hui nodded. "I'd like to spar with my senior brother for a while."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. I have some personal matters to attend to today. Let's do it another day." Jiang Yuan slung the package over his shoulder and waved goodbye.

Only after the figure disappeared through the door did Zhao Hui withdraw his gaze, thoughtfully stroking his chin.

Jiang Yuan walked quickly and arrived at Xilefang. Most of the people here made a living by weaving and dyeing cloth, so there were many cloth shops and tailor shops.

However, due to the government and gangs, business in this area has declined considerably. As Jiang Yuan walked along, he saw many shops with "For Sale" signs posted on them.

He lifted the curtain and entered a tailor shop, where a gentle and refined woman was cutting fabric.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan didn't disturb them and just watched quietly from the side.

A moment later, the woman wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

"Snapped!"

The scissors in her hand fell onto the table, and she trembled with fright.

"Oh my, you walk so quietly, you scared me to death!" the woman said, patting her heavy chest, still shaken.

Jiang Yuan scratched his head sheepishly, "I didn't want to bother you because you were busy, but I didn't expect to startle you."

The woman picked up the scissors and carefully examined them. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no damage, and her two dimples appeared on her face. "It's okay, I'm just naturally a little timid. I can't do this next time."

Jiang Yuan smiled and agreed, "Is my mother's clothes finished?"

"Of course! You're in such a hurry, I stayed up all night to make it for you."

The woman's gaze swept over the handsome young man, and recalling what had happened a few days ago, she couldn't help but blush slightly.