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

The next day.

Jiang Yuan arrived at the martial arts school early, just like he had a few days before.

As expected, I saw two familiar figures.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you've arrived so early again."

Niu Fan saw it from afar and went to greet it when it got closer.

Jiang Yuan clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Senior Brother Niu, you arrived much earlier than me."

"Hey, I'm not very talented, I can't compare to you geniuses. If I hadn't come earlier, my master would have kicked me out long ago," Niu Fan said with a simple smile.

The two chatted for a while, and Jiang Yuan's gaze inadvertently swept over Shao Tingfeng, who was dressed in white not far away, and he was surprised to see that the other party was also looking over.

A smile unconsciously appeared on Jiang Yuan's lips, and he nodded as a greeting.

Based on the experience of the past few days, the other party will simply ignore him and not respond at all.

Just as he was about to look away, he saw Shao Tingfeng nod slightly at him.

"Is this... a sudden change of heart?"

Jiang Yuan's heart stirred.

Could it be that my breaking of my second senior brother's record has spread into the inner courtyard, arousing their interest?

Jiang Yuan then shook his head, dismissing these useless thoughts from his mind.

If they continue to train at the so-called "genius" pace, their attitude will likely improve.

But if they find that their aptitude has become that of an ordinary disciple, or even worse, these people will probably revert to their original ways.

Having lived two lives, Jiang Yuan possesses considerable experience and has a clear understanding of these matters.

He also often reminded himself not to be influenced by the outside world, and that focusing on martial arts practice was the right path.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

Although he is far from reaching that level, he is working hard to get closer to it.

"Squeak."

The door to the martial arts school opened, and Shao Tingfeng led the way inside.

After Jiang Yuan greeted Wei Chong, the other man turned his head away and ignored him.

He wasn't annoyed, and lowered his head to step into the outer courtyard.

Arriving at the same spot as yesterday, he did a few simple stretching exercises and then began practicing standing meditation.

The soreness quickly spread from his calves to his whole body, and time seemed to stretch out as his muscles trembled under the strain, constantly stimulating his nerves.

Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and persevered, his back straight and his breathing steady and long, without the slightest disorder.

[Crane-style stance training experience points +3]

……

Jiang Yuan looked at the notification that had disappeared from his field of vision and felt a secret joy.

Initially, the set of pile functions gave him 1 experience point, and today it has increased to 3 points.

This shows that his guess was correct.

As his understanding of stance training deepened, the rate at which his experience points increased also accelerated.

As the sun gradually rose, the disciples from the outer courtyard arrived at the courtyard one after another.

They were mostly surprised to see Jiang Yuan practicing his skills so diligently.

If he came early a few days ago to make a good impression on his master, he is now being called a "genius" by some people. The fact that he is still working hard under these circumstances shows that he is really diligent.

Most people glanced at it, had a few thoughts running through their minds, and then went off to practice their skills.

Only a few people, relying on their interaction with Jiang Yuan in the kitchen the day before, went up to greet him with smiles, but Jiang Yuan was very focused and ignored them, so they were turned away.

The group walked away dejectedly, cursing under their breath.

And so, Jiang Yuan practiced the stance training without any distractions, only taking a short break when he could no longer hold on, and then continuing once he had regained some strength.

Fortunately, he was given half a bowl of soup every hour to help him recover from his fatigue; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to hold on.

The morning passed quickly, and the group headed towards the kitchen in twos and threes.

Jiang Yuan rubbed his sore limbs, then carefully applied some of the ointment his master had given him; it felt cool and very comfortable.

After doing all this, he headed towards the kitchen.

The meals in the kitchen are prepared in fixed quantities according to the number of disciples who pay silver. Arriving early or late does not affect the amount of food served, which is very fair.

Unlike the girls in my previous life who would shake when serving food, this older woman wouldn't do that.

Perhaps the lady serving food at the martial arts school also practiced martial arts.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

"If I were to 'slack off' a little during my stance training, how would my experience with the Crane Form Stance change?"

He didn't dare to do it before, but now he's mastered it and can still manage to fish without losing his form.

Thinking of this, he lost his appetite and, ignoring his rumbling stomach, just wanted to experiment immediately.

If he can find such a loophole, then he'll be on the verge of taking off.

Ignoring the strange looks from the disciples eating in the corner, Jiang Yuan got into position and began to demonstrate his skills.

It just saves a lot of energy, looks loose and weak, and is obviously just for show.

Just as he expected, the tingling and numbness caused by standing meditation was reduced by more than half.

"What's he doing?" a disciple nudged his companion while munching on a vegetable pancake.

"Who knows? Maybe he thinks this kind of standing meditation is effective?"

"Pshaw, if it were useful, I'd twist my head off and use it as a chamber pot."

"Who knows? After all, he's a genius." A hint of jealousy flashed in the man's eyes.

Just then, a figure strode quickly through the gate.

He wore a long gown, had a goatee, and a neck that was much thinner and longer than that of an average person.

Several disciples who had been squatting in the corner stood up and humbly greeted, "Greetings, Second Senior Brother!"

Fang Yan nodded slightly, his gaze quickly falling on Jiang Yuan, the only person practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

"Hey, everyone else is going to eat lunch, but this disciple is still practicing standing meditation. He's quite diligent, not bad."

His gaze quickly sharpened, and the admiration on his face vanished.

"His movements are sluggish and weak; he's nothing but a cunning and opportunistic show-off!"

Fang Yan made up his mind, snorted coldly, and left.

Seeing their second senior brother leave in anger, the disciples who had originally planned to watch the show now wore expressions of "I knew it."

"Second Senior Brother is old-fashioned and looks down on disciples who slack off in their practice. This 'genius' has probably offended him."

"Yeah, what's wrong with this kid? Why isn't he eating and instead running around doing circus acts?"

"Could it be that this kid knew in advance that Second Senior Brother was coming back and wanted to leave a good impression?"

"Pfft! Don't make me laugh, that bite of rice almost choked me to death, haha."

"I don't understand it, I certainly don't understand it."

A few people standing nearby also came over, looking at Jiang Yuan, who was still lazily practicing his skills in the courtyard, with strange eyes, and whispering and laughing.

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Inside the room, Wei Xuan was reading a book when his second disciple, Fang Yan, stormed in.

"What's wrong, Fang Yan? Who made you so angry?" Wei Xuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Fang Yan respectfully accepted the teacup: "Just now, passing through the courtyard, I saw a disciple slacking off while standing in meditation. I lamented his lack of ambition!"

"Never mind, there are many disciples like this. As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the cultivation depends on the individual. These are all their fates," Wei Xuan comforted.

Fang Yan nodded and drank the tea in his hand in one gulp.

"Let's not talk about that. How's the matter I asked you to do?" Wei Xuan raised his eyelids and asked somewhat nervously.

Fang Yan lowered his head and sighed, "Master, the situation is not good right now."