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

When Wei Xuan saw his son's expression, his heart skipped a beat. He had the same expression when a new disciple got into trouble last time.

Last time?

Wei Xuan's gaze shifted to Jiang Yuan, and he instantly understood the whole story.

"Wei Chong, you wretched child!"

His anger surged, and he slammed the teacup in his hand into the octagonal table next to him.

Jiang Yuan shrank his neck and felt a chilling aura sweep over his entire body, scraping his skin like a knife.

"So strong!"

Just now, his master's glance made him feel like a small boat tossed about in a raging storm, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

This was the first time he had ever felt the power of a martial arts master.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Wei Chong, who was already kneeling down, and forced himself to speak: "Master, it has nothing to do with Third Senior Brother, it was all my recklessness..."

Seeing his disciple's distressed appearance, Wei Xuan withdrew his imposing aura and transformed back into a gentle and refined middle-aged man.

He stood up, sleeves fluttering: "You don't need to explain for that kid. Come here and take off your clothes, let your teacher check you."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Jiang Yuan swiftly removed all his clothes.

"I didn't tell you to take your pants off!"

Wei Xuan's helpless voice came through, making him scratch his head in embarrassment.

"Fine, let's leave it at that."

A slender, fair hand landed on Jiang Yuan's stomach. Unlike the last time he checked his bones, this time he quickly felt a warm current, like warm jade, moving continuously against his body.

Soon, Wei Xuan withdrew his hand, instructed Jiang Yuan to perform a few actions, and asked how he felt.

"Master, I don't feel anything," Jiang Yuan replied.

Wei Xuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it's alright."

"Master, you also know medicine?" Jiang Yuan asked curiously.

"Of course, boxing and medicine go hand in hand. Want to learn?" Wei Xuan said with a half-smile.

Jiang Yuan nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes!"

"I'll consider it once your fist technique is mastered." Wei Xuan opened his phoenix eyes and glared at Wei Chong. "Tell me, did you forget to remind your junior brother again?"

Wei Chong was still kneeling on the ground, bowing his head and saying, "Chong'er was being playful and forgot to tell Junior Brother Jiang that stance training shouldn't be practiced haphazardly. I thought he was still studying that skeletal diagram. Oh, right!"

At this point, he suddenly raised his head: "Junior Brother Jiang, didn't I tell you to study the previous diagrams first? Why did you skip over them and go straight to the stance training diagrams!"

He got up and muttered aggrievedly, "Father, it's not my fault. He's the one who didn't listen to me."

"Kneel down. Who told you to get up?" Wei Xuan sneered.

Wei Chong knelt down with a "plop," his movements very practiced.

Jiang Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, knowing that he had to tell the truth now, otherwise he would easily leave a bad impression on his master.

"Master, I have had an exceptional memory since childhood, and I have memorized the entire Crane Form Boxing manual."

Wei Chong's eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief, "Impossible! You'd be lucky to understand the first few pictures in a whole morning, let alone memorize them all? Are you kidding me!"

Wei Xuan, who was standing next to him, was also very surprised. However, given his experience, he thought that there were countless geniuses in the world, and it was possible that one of his disciples had a good memory.

"Jiang Yuan, how much time did you spend memorizing this?" he asked.

"About two and a half hours."

Wei Xuan immediately believed him somewhat, stroking his beard as he said, "Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I've heard of others having this talent. Jiang Yuan, it's a real pity you're not studying literature and taking the imperial examinations."

"My family is poor, and I learned to read on my own. I never attended a private school and couldn't even pass the preliminary examinations. However, martial arts can also lead to the imperial examinations. If I succeed in martial arts in the future, I will definitely take the imperial examinations," Jiang Yuan replied earnestly.

Wei Xuan nodded: "The imperial examinations are indeed divided into civil and military categories. Since you are determined to take the military examination, you must work even harder. As your teacher, I hope you will pass with flying colors one day!"

"Thank you for your admonition, Master." Jiang Yuan bowed.

Wei Chong, who was watching eagerly from the side, interjected, "Father, I still don't believe it. Why don't I test Junior Brother Jiang?"

"Shut up! This is all your fault for being so playful," Wei Xuan said angrily. "Luckily, Jiang Yuan is alright, otherwise I would never forgive you! Starting today, your time cleaning the martial arts gym is extended by another two months!"

"Ugh, it's going to be postponed again." Wei Chong lowered his head dejectedly, looking utterly hopeless.

Wei Xuan shook his head helplessly and said to Jiang Yuan, "Since you say you are familiar with the boxing manual, I will personally teach you this afternoon."

"Thank you, Master." Jiang Yuan clasped his hands in gratitude.

"Alright, go eat with Wei Chong." Wei Xuan waved his hand.

Jiang Yuan tried to help Wei Chong up, but Wei Chong pushed him away and walked ahead dejectedly.

"Well, we've offended someone."

Once they reached the courtyard, he smiled and whispered, "Third Senior Brother, shall I bring you candied hawthorns again tomorrow?"

"Don't give me that. If you hadn't taken matters into your own hands, none of this would have happened," Wei Chong sneered.

"Yes, I'll give you a week's worth as an apology."

"Do you think I, Wei Chong, am someone who would covet a few candied hawthorns? I don't care."

After saying that, he stormed off in a huff.

Jiang Yuan watched the disappearing figure, then quickly looked away, his face returning to calm.

Only disciples who have paid their meal fees are allowed to enter the dining hall.

When he stepped inside, he found that most of the tables and chairs were occupied, and some disciples had already finished eating and were sleeping on the tables.

With few shelters in the courtyard and no designated resting area, the dining room became a good place for a midday nap during the hot midday weather, which could be considered a benefit for disciples who paid more money.

One of the disciples arrived a little late, and Jiang Yuan followed behind, bringing two clean large bowls.

When it was his turn, the lady serving the food saw that he was a new face, and her hand holding the ladle did not tremble as she served him a full bowl.

A spoonful of meat, a spoonful of vegetables, and a large bowl of rice.

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened at the sight of the food; the aroma was so enticing that he couldn't help but sneeze.

His best meals used to be steamed buns or white rice, and if he could have some pickled vegetables with them, he would enjoy them even more.

However, since we've started practicing martial arts, we can't skimp on food.

According to his spending principles, he saves where he should, but he has to grit his teeth and spend where he shouldn't.

His master said that he had accumulated a lot of hidden injuries from doing hard labor, which needed to be gradually treated with dietary supplements.

He then thought that one tael of silver used to be enough for him and his mother to eat for a year, and he felt a pang of heartache again.

"We must get our money's worth!"

Jiang Yuan picked up his chopsticks, just about to aim at the large piece of fatty meat in the bowl, when he saw a pair of chopsticks reach out to him.

He quickly tried to stop them with his chopsticks, but the other person easily dodged them and snatched the large piece of fatty meat away like a crane pecking at food.

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened in fury as he glared fiercely at the man with pointed ears and monkey-like cheeks opposite him.

"Junior brother, you look unfamiliar. Are you new here? My name is Yu Heng. How about you share half of your food with me from now on, and I'll take care of you?" Yu Heng chewed on his fatty meat with an air of nonchalance, treating Jiang Yuan's anger like a gentle spring breeze.

"How do I cover it?"

"I won't let anyone bully you, and you can ask me questions if you have any problems with your boxing practice. Isn't that a great deal?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "It's not worth it, I refuse."

Yu Heng's tone turned cold: "Don't be ungrateful. Even if you don't agree, you can't keep the few pieces of meat in your bowl."

Jiang Yuan suddenly laughed: "You're so confident, aren't you afraid I'll tell Master?"

"Oh? So he's the kind of person who likes to call his parents."