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

Inside the Du Family Martial Arts School.

"Explain? Master Wei, I don't know who's behind this trying to harm your disciple either."

Du Zhen smiled wryly. According to his usual temperament, if someone were to demand an explanation from him without any mercy, he would definitely not give them a good look. But this time, things were different.

First, his disciple injured someone from another family and even cut off an arm, which is equivalent to ending his path in martial arts. More importantly, that person's surname is Shao!

That's the second one.

Du Zhen glanced at Wei Xuan without leaving a trace. He couldn't see through Wei Xuan's move just now. Could it be that he has already advanced to a higher realm?

He used to be able to treat them as equals, but now he feels inexplicably inferior.

Du Zhen repeated Jiang Hao's dying words, then took out an object, "Master Wei, do you recognize this? This is the poisoned needle that Jiang Hao shot just now."

Wei Xuan carefully examined the two-inch-long, rhomboid-shaped needle, his eyes flickering.

He quickly approached Jiang Hao, and with a flick of his finger, the wide sleeves of his clothes parted as if cut by scissors.

"What kind of hidden weapon is this?" Du Zhen asked as he walked over after seeing a bamboo tube-like object tied to Jiang Hao's ashen arm.

"It really is the Soul-Severing Demon Needle! A hidden weapon of the Star Poison Sect!" Wei Xuan said slowly with a stern face.

"Star Poison Sect?" Du Zhen was taken aback.

"This sect was located in Cangzhou and was famous for its hidden weapons and poisons, but it was wiped out more than ten years ago. How did this end up in your disciple's hands?"

Du Zhen smiled wryly: "Master Wei, I really didn't know!"

Wei Xuan snorted coldly and didn't ask any further questions.

"This hidden weapon is truly vicious. If it were aimed at me, I wouldn't be able to dodge it if I were caught off guard." Du Zhen stared intently at the bamboo tube.

"This bamboo tube is the device for launching hidden weapons, and this needle is made of coastal cold iron. It is extremely heavy, with the needle body hollowed out in a rhombus shape. The needle tip is coated with a secret poison made by the Star Poison Sect. It was originally designed to deal with martial arts masters who have reached the Transformation Realm."

Seemingly sensing Du Zhen's thoughts, he continued, "Don't bother thinking about it. This hidden weapon will self-destruct after one use, so it's not worth much."

"That's a pity," Du Zhen said regretfully, but still untied the bamboo tube and carefully put it away.

Wei Xuan ignored him and returned to his disciples' quarters to check.

At this moment, Shao Tingfeng, who had already fainted, slowly woke up and began to writhe, causing a large amount of blood to seep out of his bandaged wound again.

"Don't move, I just applied the medicine to you." Wei Xuan quickly pressed him down.

Shao Tingfeng's face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he asked, "Master, will I still be able to practice martial arts in the future?"

"Once you recover from your injuries, your skills will be able to return to some extent. You can live a peaceful life as a wealthy young master without having to fight to the death," Wei Xuan reassured him.

"No, this isn't real, I must be dreaming..." Shao Tingfeng muttered to himself, his face filled with fear.

The surrounding disciples watched silently, and no one spoke.

Just a moment ago, this young man in white was a noble, proud, confident, and powerful martial arts master. Unexpectedly, he has now fallen into the mud, revealing his deepest weakness to everyone.

However, no one would laugh at them. Putting themselves in their shoes, they thought, how much better would they be in that situation?

Seeing Shao Tingfeng's distraught appearance, Jiang Yuan could only sigh at the unpredictability of life. At first, he thought that his master and the others were being arrogant, that their disciples could still sit comfortably in the grand master's chair during a competition. Only after the explanation did he realize that the hidden weapon was actually meant to deal with someone who had reached the Transformation Realm.

Come to think of it, his master's speed has already surpassed his dynamic vision, how could he possibly fathom it?

However, when the incident occurred, Master Du was noticeably slower than his master. Was it due to a significant difference in strength, or was it intentional?

Jiang Yuan dared not think too deeply about it; this was not something he could get involved in, and he couldn't get involved in it at all.

He mingled among the other disciples, watching from afar as Shao Tingfeng was helped onto the carriage.

He originally wanted to go up and help, but his second senior brother stopped him, telling him to keep quiet and go back to the martial arts school as soon as possible.

Jiang Yuan nodded and left together with Zhang Xiaofeng, who had come with him.

Zhang Xiaofeng was taciturn to begin with, and he had no interest in speaking at the moment, so the two of them returned to the White Crane Martial Arts School.

Upon entering the outer courtyard, the lively sounds of martial arts practice subsided considerably. A new disciple asked curiously,

"Senior Brother Jiang, how did the competition go? Did we win?"

The disciple in front of me is named Han Qian, and he has only been at the martial arts school for two days.

He had dark skin, a straight nose, and a pair of clear black and white eyes that revealed a touch of innocence.

Jiang Yuan frowned. "Junior Brother Han, how do you know about the small gathering?"

Han Qian lowered his head as if he had made a mistake, "That's what Senior Brother Zuo Qi said."

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Yuan guessed that Yu Heng must have obtained the news in the inner courtyard and then it reached Zuo Qi's ears.

"What else did he say?" he suddenly asked, a thought flashing through his mind.

Seeing Jiang Yuan's cold attitude, Han Qian hesitated and said, "He said there are several stronger senior brothers in the outer courtyard. Jiang Yuan, Senior Brother Jiang only got into the small council through connections, he will definitely embarrass himself in front of outsiders..."

Jiang Yuan nodded, signaling him to leave.

At this time, several disciples who were more familiar with him came over to ask questions, but he refused them all.

"I think he must have been beaten to a pulp at another martial arts school, and that's why he didn't dare to say a word after he came back. Don't you think so?" Zuo Qi said with a cold laugh as he watched from a distance.

Several disciples chatting with him nearby nodded in agreement.

Zuo Qi scoffed even more, "Tch, what's with the attitude? Look at his aloofness, he walks with his eyes practically looking up at the sky. He's just a laborer by trade, and he's so arrogant just because he has some connection with my master."

Jiang Yuan walked over at this moment, and judging from the path he took, Zuo Qi was blocking his way.

Zuo Qi was aware of this, but he crossed his arms, rolled his eyes, turned his head away, and swayed his right foot, clearly not intending to give way.

"I was standing here first. This yard is so big, why is he walking this way? This kid is obviously doing it on purpose. I'm not going to let him get there," he thought to himself.

Suddenly, a strong force came from his side, causing him to stagger several steps. Fortunately, he practiced stance training regularly and had a stable lower body, so he did not fall down in a sorry state.

"Which guy is it!" Zuo Qi turned around and glared angrily.

Jiang Yuan looked at him with a faint smile and said, "Senior Brother Zuo, you actually bumped into me on your own initiative, you must want to spar with me, right?"

"You!" Zuo Qi's expression changed, and he wanted to say something harsh but swallowed it back.

Although he usually belittled Jiang Yuan in order to please Yu Heng, he knew he couldn't beat him, but he couldn't show weakness at this moment.

Zuo Qi's mind raced, and just as he was about to come up with an excuse, the despicable face opposite him spoke again, "Senior brother joined the martial arts school half a month earlier than me, so you must not be afraid to spar with junior brother, right?"

As soon as Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he added, "If Senior Brother is afraid of losing, then Junior Brother will give you three moves, no, five moves is fine too."