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

The bow of the ship.

Jiang Yuan bent down and carefully searched the middle-aged man's entire body, finding a money pouch.

He didn't even open it to take a closer look; he just stuffed it into his pocket.

He then crawled into the cabin and saw a person covered by a sack, motionless and clearly not yet awake. This person must be the young man he had seen on the road.

If it weren't for him, the young man's fate would have been unimaginable.

Although Jiang Yuan didn't know exactly where the kidnapped person would be taken, he could guess some things based on his rich experience from his previous life.

He stopped thinking about it and checked the cabin and the outside, but found nothing of value.

That makes sense. A vicious person who knows some martial arts would only feel safe carrying money on their person.

"My dagger isn't on the boat; I don't know where it fell to."

After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Yuan reluctantly gave up the search and went to the bow of the boat alone, picking up a bamboo pole and rowing towards the shore.

To his surprise, the small boat rocked from side to side, and after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, it was still stuck in the same spot, spinning around.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, finally managing to reach the shore after a great deal of effort.

He put down the bamboo pole, panting, and jumped off the boat with the young man, who was wrapped in a sack, on his back.

He turned around and kicked the hull of the boat, causing the small awning boat to float downstream.

They had originally planned to put several bodies on a boat, move them to the middle of the river, and sink them, but later decided against it.

As for the middle-aged man, he had already been tied to the iron furnace in the cabin and sunk to the bottom of the river.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the still motionless young man and walked towards the ferry.

He soon found Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong looked extremely miserable at this moment. His face was covered in blood and flesh, and his spine was broken, resulting in paralysis of his lower body. Only his hands were still barely usable.

Driven by his survival instinct, he struggled to crawl forward, and even with his fingernails splitting, he continued to move forward little by little.

He suddenly felt all his strength drain away and froze on the spot when he heard faint footsteps behind him.

"Brother Yong."

Jiang Yuan's voice rang out, clear and pure, just as Zhang Yong had heard it for the first time, as if he had no ulterior motives.

But at this moment, he no longer dared to have such a thought.

His heart trembled, and he stammered, "Master Jiang."

"Master Jiang?"

Jiang Yuan laughed. What a novel title! He had never heard it before.

"Please, please spare me, don't kill me," Zhang Yong uttered.

Jiang Yuan picked at his ear, feeling disgusted.

It's easy to imagine that many people must have said this to Zhang Yong when he was tying people up, but now that he's saying it himself, Jiang Yuan feels disgusted.

"Reason?" Jiang Yuan asked calmly.

Zhang Yong seemed to have found a glimmer of hope, and gasped, "I'll give you all the money I have on me."

"Foolish! Even if I kill you, it's still mine." Jiang Yuan curled his lip.

Zhang Yong froze, thought for a long time, and then suddenly burst into tears: "I'm ruined. I can't do this kind of thing anymore. Master Jiang, please spare me!"

"But your past crimes are countless! Have you spared those you sold out?!"

Jiang Yuan instantly felt annoyed and lost interest in continuing the conversation.

He kicked out, sending Zhang Yong flipping over, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Yong's.

"Tell me, where did you sell him, and who was the buyer?"

Knowing he was doomed, Zhang Yong abruptly stopped sobbing, a fierce look appearing on his face: "Unless you let me go, I'd rather die than tell."

"Are you sure?" Jiang Yuan raised his right foot and placed it on Zhang Yong's lower body. "Say it, and I'll let you die a quick death. Anyway, with your current body, you won't live much longer."

Zhang Yong's eyes widened, and even though he had lost all feeling in his lower body, he still trembled with fear.

A man's manhood is something he would never give up, even on the verge of death.

As Jiang Yuan's foot pressed down inch by inch, his mental defenses finally collapsed, and he revealed the truth.

He only knew that the buyer's surname was Liu, and that the buyer had contacted him one day. As for where the money was sold, he had no idea. The "male virtue brothel" was just a pretext he used to deceive his subordinates. In any case, he never saw the person he had sold again in the city. Finally, he revealed where all his savings were kept, only wishing for a quick death.

As promised, Jiang Yuan delivered him to his death with a single punch.

In fact, Jiang Yuan knew that he might not have been able to get many things out of him, but it didn't matter. He had gained a lot today!

He took out Zhang Yong's money bag and opened it. Inside were five taels of silver and some copper coins, as well as a bank note.

Datong Money Exchange!

Jiang Yuan was surprised that this guy didn't squander the money after getting it, but instead saved it and deposited it directly into a money exchange.

He looked at the banknotes in his hand, which were worth a full fifty taels, and carefully put them away.

He doesn't plan to retrieve it recently; the risk is too great.

If a poor stranger suddenly has such a large sum of money, it will always arouse suspicion. Even if a word of it leaks out, it could lead to disaster.

Jiang Yuan tied the remaining corpses to large stones and sank them into the river. He then took Sun Hao's shoes, put them on, and covered up all the footprints he had left while chasing them. Only then did he carry the young man away.

He initially considered silencing them, but quickly dismissed the idea.

After all, the young man was innocent, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

When he was almost at the main road, he put down the person on his shoulder and left alone.

This person will probably wake up soon.

He has done more than enough; he has done everything he could.

The city gates had been closed long after dark, so Jiang Yuan found a secluded spot to sit down.

He pulled out four money pouches from his pocket and dumped them all on the ground; instantly, his breathing became much heavier.

It's out!

Seeing the pile of silver and copper coins stacked together, Jiang Yuan's spirits lifted.

He had never seen so much money in his life!

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, carefully sorted and counted the items three times, and finally confirmed that he had received a total of more than 21 taels of silver, plus a 50-tael bank note.

Liu San's younger brother contributed the most, amounting to more than ten taels.

This man is incredibly rich; he has so much money in his pocket.

Jiang Yuan swallowed hard, thinking to himself that murder and arson indeed bring wealth and power.

The ancients never lied to me.

If I worked hard at the docks like before, how long would it take to save up such a large sum of money?

In fact, you might never be able to save that much in your lifetime.

No matter how much you earn, there will always be people or forces watching you, trying to take away the money you've worked so hard to earn.

It's better to eat people than to suffer!

In this chaotic world, there are many villains like Zhang Yong and Liu San. If one is well-prepared, one can choose which ones to target...

Jiang Yuan shook his head, quickly dismissing the idea.

If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Today I ran into someone who knew martial arts. If he hadn't been old, his skills hadn't deteriorated, and he hadn't lost his courage, I might have been defeated today.

"We should keep a low profile and avoid taking action unless absolutely necessary."

Jiang Yuan silently reminded himself and began to plan how to spend the money.

Simply hoarding things and being reluctant to use them won't do; it's best to quickly transform them into real strength.

He can finally afford the medicines that can improve blood circulation that he could only look on with envy.

Jiang Yuan put away all the money and opened the panel.

【Crane Style Fist (Proficient 33/1000)】

It's gone up so much!

He has focused most of his attention on Crane Style Fist for the past week, and with the guidance of his second senior brother, he finally broke through to proficiency during the day.

Unexpectedly, a life-or-death battle increased his points by more than 30, which was more than he gained from a day of hard training.

It seems that the day when we reach a stage of minor success is just around the corner.

A minor mastery of Crane Style Boxing is essentially equivalent to the level of Ming Jin (manifested strength).

A Ming Jin martial arts master is considered a notable figure in this outer city.

He lay down on the ground, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and stayed there until dawn.

When the city gates opened, he quickly went inside.

He didn't come home all night; his mother must be frantic with worry.