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

Jiang Yuan returned to the courtyard, but the turmoil in his heart had not completely subsided, and he felt a pang of regret for Shao Tingfeng.

I heard that he came to Baihe Martial Arts School to learn martial arts, and in less than two months he stepped into the Ming Jin level. Now he is even trying to break through the An Jin level.

Although the two were only nodding acquaintances, in Jiang Yuan's eyes, he was a rich, powerful, and talented prodigy who had been unintentionally drawn into his family's vortex, which led to the severing of his martial arts path, making Jiang Yuan feel the impermanence of life.

Even if his family avenged him to save face, the fact that he could no longer improve his martial arts skills would certainly mean that his treatment within the family would be much worse than before.

"In the end, I'm still weak. When faced with this kind of crisis, I can only leave it to fate." Jiang Yuan thought to himself, "Others need to be troubled by bottlenecks when learning martial arts. I have a panel. As long as I practice diligently, I can keep improving. However, the path of martial arts will inevitably involve countless hardships and even desperate situations. When that happens, I can only rely on my fists to fight my way out."

Jiang Yuan stared intently at his hands, then suddenly jumped onto the wooden stake, casting aside his distracting thoughts and focusing his mind and body on practicing his martial arts.

Thinking without doing is just empty talk; only by focusing on diligent practice can one have the opportunity to go further.

In his field of vision, the panel appeared and disappeared like mist.

Name: Jiang Yuan

[Potential]: 8.1

【技艺】：研读（破限104/5000）、鹤形桩功（熟练649/1000）、鹤形拳（熟练973/1000）

【Characteristic】: Photographic memory

Today, he decided to break through to the minor mastery level of Crane Style Fist!

He stood on the wooden stake practicing his boxing techniques, over and over again, until his clothes were quickly soaked with sweat and stuck stickily to his body.

He practiced until his muscles and bones ached and he felt weak all over before he could barely jump down and rest against the wooden stake.

After a bowl of soup, the fatigue gradually dissipated.

Fortunately, the martial arts school had such effective herbal medicine; otherwise, everyone's training efficiency would have dropped by more than half.

Just as he was resting, Zhao Hui strode over.

"Senior Brother Jiang."

Jiang Yuan looked up and smiled, "Here to spar with me?"

Zhao Hui's eyes lit up, and he swallowed the words he was about to say, nodding in agreement.

The two arrived at an open space and got into position.

Zhao Hui used the Tiger Style Fist.

After a few moves, Jiang Yuan figured out Zhao Hui's strength and suppressed his own by a slight margin, managing to fight him to a standstill.

However, he found that the effect of such sparring was not as good as practicing boxing on his own, so after a short while, he jumped out of the circle.

He took a few breaths and said, "I can't go on. I didn't rest well. I'm tired after just a few moves. Junior brother, why don't you find someone else to practice with?"

Zhao Hui wasn't annoyed. "Alright, then I won't bother you any longer, Senior Brother."

Jiang Yuan nodded, but as soon as he turned around, he was pulled back by the other man. "Senior brother, I almost forgot, the wooden bow you asked my father to make last time is finished. Shall we go to my house tonight to pick it up?"

Jiang Yuan stroked his chin, calculating that at the current pace, it would probably take quite a while to master the Crane Form Fist. He could only say apologetically, "I plan to practice at the martial arts gym a bit longer today, so I'll be going back late. How about I pick it up tomorrow morning?"

"Okay," Zhao Hui replied excitedly.

At this moment, a slight commotion arose in the courtyard. Jiang Yuan glanced around and saw that it seemed to be an unfamiliar disciple who had failed to break through his cultivation barrier and was venting his emotions on the spot. He then stopped paying attention and returned to his training stance.

If breaking through to become a Ming Jin martial arts master were that easy, there wouldn't always be so few disciples in the inner courtyard.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the disciples in the courtyard packed up their belongings and left one after another.

Zhao Hui turned around and glanced at Jiang Yuan, who was still practicing tirelessly. He stood there for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Yuan was completely immersed in his training and was oblivious to the changes in the outside world.

He only had imaginary enemies in his eyes, constantly attacking and defending. His boxing style was chaotic yet fluid, making it unpredictable.

[A total of five experience points have been gained from this Crane Form Fist training session.]

……

[A total of seven experience points have been gained from this Crane Form Fist training session.]

……

Exhaustion swept over my entire body, but there was no more soup available at this hour.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that the moon rose into the sky.

Halfway through practicing the fist technique, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt the energy within his body become clear and smooth, and the fist techniques he used afterward were noticeably more agile and free than before.

【Crane Style Boxing (Minor Success 1/2000)】

Jiang Yuan slowly finished his practice and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Crane-style boxing has finally reached the minor level of mastery, which means that the fighting style of Crane-style boxing is no weaker than those Ming Jin martial arts masters. The next step is to improve Crane-style stance training to the minor level of mastery and officially break through to become a Ming Jin martial arts master.

Having successfully completed his planned goal for the day, Jiang Yuan smiled, but his body swayed and he almost fell off the wooden stake.

At that moment, the sound of the night wind blowing in the courtyard and the chirping of unknown birds flying overhead reached my ears.

Feeling extremely weak in the legs, I simply sat down slowly on the wooden stake to rest.

"A breakthrough?"

A deep voice suddenly rang out from behind him. Jiang Yuan was so startled that his heart skipped a beat, and he fell off the wooden stake with a "thud" onto the ground.

Jiang Yuan rolled over, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. "Master, how did you suddenly appear from behind me?"

Wei Xuan stood on the wooden stake, his face showing some surprise, seemingly not expecting Jiang Yuan to react so strongly.

He raised an eyebrow, cleared his throat, and said, "I saw that your boxing skills have improved, so I came to take a look."

Jiang Yuan didn't want to dwell on the matter any longer. He had just broken through to the next level, and his mind was in turmoil, but his body was exhausted and powerless, which was why he fell flat on his face.

Fortunately, he reacted in mid-air and was not injured.

Wei Xuan seemed a little embarrassed, and took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it over, "This is a Small Yuan Pill, take one a day."

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly caught it, saying, "Thank you, Master."

He opened it and found about thirty pills inside, which made him very happy.

My master has quite a lot of good stuff. I wonder if he bought this Little Yuan Pill or made it himself.

Wei Xuan waved his hand and laughed, "I didn't expect you to be so quick to understand. I almost misjudged you."

Jiang Yuan pointed blankly at himself, "I have high comprehension?"

Wei Xuan nodded matter-of-factly: "My Crane Style Fist requires a certain level of innate talent and comprehension. Your innate talent is poor, yet your fist technique has improved so quickly. What else could it be but high comprehension?"

Jiang Yuan scratched his head, surprised that he had gained a new label in his master's eyes, which seemed to be quite good.

"However, you must not be arrogant or complacent. The art of boxing depends more on comprehension. If you want to break through to become a Ming Jin martial artist, your physical constitution is equally important. You must not slack off," Wei Xuan said earnestly.

"Yes, Master," Jiang Yuan replied.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's go home early."

After saying that, Wei Xuan turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Yuan took out a small pill from the medicine bottle and ate it. Sure enough, he felt his fatigue quickly dissipate, and the effect was better than that of the decoction.

He then took out the contents of the package, stuffed them into his pocket, and then carried it away from the martial arts school.