I am Jinshan Youxia

Now that he has incurred revenge, he feels no remorse whatsoever.

At worst, I'll just go to another world or get a new body.

It looks like the negative effects won't go away anytime soon.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Chengyi simply kept adjusting his declining physical stats to full while using the speed-up gear to accelerate the flow of time.

The scene became abstract as time passed rapidly. Once the dizziness subsided, he stopped the speed-shifting gear and returned to the game.

Chapter 3 This is the Jianghu (martial arts world).

As night fell, there was an inn in Dengfeng County.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

Zhang Chengyi opened his eyes, propped himself up on the bed, and felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen. His physical condition had dropped a little in the few seconds it took for him to load the game.

In terms of data, taking the Orion before he logged in as a standard, his maximum physical constitution was 2.2, and the amount that just dropped was about 0.1.

There's nothing I can do; I'm still suffering from the negative status effect of "internal injury."

The bodyguard was sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away, steam rising from his head, his body covered in sweat, emitting a foul odor.

Despite the pain from his internal injuries, Zhang Chengyi put on the clothes folded at the head of the bed, picked up the bundle placed on top of the clothes, got out of bed, found his new shoes at the door, stomped them on haphazardly, opened the door to the corridor, and took a deep breath.

Who knows how long that kid meditated? The whole room reeked. If it were a woman, he might be able to tolerate it, but the stench of sweat from two men combined with the stench of their feet was unbearable.

Is he the moderator of the Zhouba forum?

Standing in the corridor, he reached out and touched the money pouch on his chest. Not a single coin was missing. He opened the bundle and found that the gold and silver tucked inside his clothes were also intact. Good heavens, did the kid inside even pay for his lodging?

After confirming that the person was truly a good person, he felt much more at ease.

Take a look at the status bar.

Internal injury, fatigue, hunger, hair loss, athlete's foot, nearsightedness, left arm muscle contusion.

Okay.

Zhang Chengyi rubbed his stomach. Negative states like hunger, fatigue, and hair loss didn't affect his ability to exert his strength at all. After all, he had forcibly adjusted his data to the limit. Others might lose strength when they're hungry, but he wouldn't.

It's easy to deal with; a good night's sleep will make the fatigue go away, and a good meal will make the hunger disappear.

Hair loss, athlete's foot, and nearsightedness are all permanent problems, but I don't know if internal energy can cure athlete's foot and hair loss.

Considering that the Funiu Sect disciple in the room also had athlete's foot, it seemed highly unlikely to work.

Internal injuries and left arm muscle contusions are quite troublesome, as they will affect the body's ability to exert force to some extent. However, fortunately, the body is strong enough and the recovery ability is extraordinary. It will be fully healed in a day or two.

Physique represents the overall improvement of the body, but even if he has a physique of 2.2, which is the theoretical peak of this body, since he has never practiced martial arts and never fought in his previous life, and cannot obtain memories when logging into the body, the strength and speed he can actually exert are probably only three or four tenths.

Having a lot of strength but not knowing how to use it, he relies on a simple, basic attack to defeat people. But how could a normal person train to the theoretical peak of their body? Even martial arts masters are unlikely to reach that level. He relies on speed and reaction time to rush over and throw a punch. Caught off guard, even an ordinary martial artist would fall to the ground.

If someone uses their internal energy to strike him before they die, he will most likely either die or be crippled.

"Hoo~" Zhang Chengyi caught his breath. His excellent hearing allowed him to hear a sound inside, so he opened the door and took a look.

The young bodyguard slowly stood up, his face covered in sweat. He looked up, forced a smile, and said, "Brother Zhang, you're awake."

As he spoke, his stomach growled a few times, and his expression became somewhat embarrassed.

Wow, so you've gone from "brother" to "big brother"?

Zhang Chengyi smiled and said, "Shall we go down for dinner?" Looking at the sky outside, it was dusk, time for dinner.

Hunger itself doesn't have much of an impact, but it's really uncomfortable.

"Okay," the bodyguard readily agreed.

The two of them went downstairs one after the other, ordered a table full of dishes and a jar of homemade chrysanthemum wine, which was not very strong, and drank a couple of cups.

Eating, drinking, and gossiping.

Zhang Chengyi then realized that they had arrived at their destination, Dengfeng County.

This kid really put in a lot of effort, dragging his injured body from the official road in Ruzhou, through Gaocheng County, to Dengfeng County. It took him most of the day, covering nearly fifty kilometers. He probably didn't stop the whole way. I just wonder if he encountered any other robbers or anything.

“Brother Zhang,” the bodyguard thought of the Penglai Sect, then realized that they were here to cause trouble for their employer, not him. “That person today was here to see you, wasn’t he?”

It wasn't that he wanted to settle scores with his employer later. He was out here to gain experience, and he understood the principle of taking money to solve problems for others. However, he had offended the Penglai Sect, and there would probably be a lot of trouble in the future. Unless he entered the Shaolin Temple, became a monk, and never left the mountain for the rest of his life, he would definitely be bitten by the mad dogs of the Penglai Sect.

"Yes." Zhang Chengyi readily admitted, and then explained what he had done clearly.

With no scruples around him, he naturally wanted to live life to the fullest. Unlike his awkward roommate Link, he was a straightforward person who had transmigrated into the body of a Jinshan Ranger.

Although it has nothing to do with chivalry, he believes that this is what destined him to become a chivalrous person.

What is a hero? It's someone who punishes evil and promotes good, helps the weak and oppressed, and settles scores with gusto. If you find a fellow hero agreeable and have a life-or-death experience with him, you might as well tell him the truth.

After listening, the bodyguard remained silent for a moment. He could understand punishing evil, but he felt very uncomfortable about targeting wealthy people for money.

The purpose is too obvious.

He sighed and said, "Brother Zhang, you must be careful of the Penglai Sect. It would be best to head south immediately." After saying that, he told him everything about the Penglai Sect.

Because of their hatred for the Qingcheng Sect, the Penglai Sect has only recruited people from Shandong for the past hundred years, and among those from Shandong, they only recruit people from eastern Shandong. This has led to their extreme unity; if one of them dies, a whole group will be recruited. They are also skilled in using hidden weapons, and ordinary people in the martial arts world cannot afford to offend them.

While treating Zhang Chengyi's injuries, the bodyguard learned about his employer's background: he was strong and resilient, a person with superhuman strength, capable of taking on ten thousand men on the battlefield, but he knew absolutely no martial arts, and there were no signs of any physical training, let alone internal energy.

He's too old. Even if he starts practicing martial arts right now, he probably won't be able to learn anything by the time he's seventy or eighty.

In this state, even without using poisoned hidden weapons, relying on lightness skills, internal strength, and the ability to strike from a distance, I can easily deal with my employer in a few moves without being suddenly ambushed.

It should be known that those with profound internal strength are naturally agile and strong. They can fight to the death against insignificant people like them, but against a master, they probably wouldn't even last a single round.

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Chengyi remembered it in his heart. After thanking him, he paid the bill first. Seeing that the waiter's service was attentive, he gave him a tip. Then he changed his room to a private courtyard behind the inn, ordered breakfast to be delivered to his door the next morning, and also bought a pound of cooked beef at a high price for a late-night snack.

He was used to spending money lavishly in his past life, and now that money comes easily, he cares even less about expenses.

Watching him spend money like water, the bodyguard sighed inwardly. Sure enough, he couldn't get along with this Brother Zhang. The man was too carefree. He had just experienced a life-or-death crisis, but he didn't seem to care at all and didn't take what he said to heart.

I do envy people like that a little, but we just can't get along; they are two completely different kinds of people.

After the meal, the bodyguard didn't linger. He packed his bags and handed Zhang Chengyi a newly written letter, saying, "Whatever your purpose is in going to Shaolin Temple, Brother Zhang, take this letter to Xuqing at Shaolin Temple, and he will do his best to help you."

After he finished speaking, he added, "This is to thank Brother Zhang for saving my life. The journey of life is long, and we will meet again. Please do not see me off." With that, he did not accept the silver from his employer, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and turned to leave.

"Until we meet again."

Zhang then clasped his hands in a fist salute and watched him depart, already understanding the situation in his heart.

It seems the two of them will never see each other again.

However, this is the world of martial arts.

Chapter 4 The Ponzi Deal with Shaolin Temple

The next day, in the afternoon, at Shaolin Temple on Shaoshi Mountain, in a side room of the main hall.

"Shall I impart some internal energy to you?"

Xu Qing frowned and said, "Benefactor, you should understand that you have never practiced martial arts. Even if I pass on some internal energy to you, according to your wishes, I'm afraid it won't last long."

After saying that, he explained the problem clearly.

The transmission of internal energy is not just about transferring internal energy; more importantly, it's about sending internal energy to help operate the technique until the body instinctively gets used to the technique and maintains its internal energy level. Only then is it considered complete.

Strictly speaking, in the end, it was the person who received the power who generated their own internal energy during the operation of the technique, rather than using someone else's internal energy.

When it comes to passing on skills, the "skill" is definitely more important. I've never actually seen anyone simply pass on a little bit of internal energy.

The internal energy passed on is like a rootless duckweed, it will dissipate after a few hours. Even if it lasts a little longer, it is difficult for even fellow disciples who practice the Shaolin mental techniques to make it their own. If they could freely pass on their internal energy to each other, wouldn't the Shaolin Temple be able to create an unparalleled master in no time?

【I see】

After listening to the explanation of the power transfer, Zhang Chengyi suddenly realized that it was indeed as Xu Qing said. If one could freely transfer internal energy to others and make it permanently one's own, wouldn't everyone be creating unparalleled masters?

However, in the novel, there are only two unparalleled masters who were created out of thin air: Duan Yu and Xu Zhu. Both of them were able to absorb the internal energy of others because of the Beiming Divine Skill of the Xiaoyao Sect. It is likely that no one except the Xiaoyao Sect could digest the internal energy of others.

No wonder the bodyguards of the Funiu Sect politely declined his request to give him some internal energy; they probably thought he was just joking around and didn't know anything.

In this way, it's impossible to directly obtain someone else's internal energy and transfer it into their body; it's unusable, no matter how much you adjust it.

"How can I obtain the internal energy transmission?" Zhang Chengyi quickly changed his mind and asked.

After saying that, he added, "As long as I can get started, I don't care about internal energy cultivation methods, as long as I have internal strength."

Xu Qing smiled helplessly. If he could make the decision about passing on skills in private, there would be no need for so much talk. He and the person who introduced them had a close relationship, but it didn't amount to betraying their sect.

Seeing his predicament, Zhang Chengyi untied the bundle, spilling the gold bars and silver ingots onto the table. He then slapped his bulging money bag onto the table as well, saying, "As long as you can pass on your martial arts to me, I am willing to donate all my possessions!"

This display of wealth stunned Xu Qing, but he quickly recovered and said, "Well, if you are really willing, I can take you to see the abbot."

The abbot is responsible for the internal affairs of the temple. The monks' living quarters, daily necessities, finances, and the mountain forests and farms are all under the abbot's management. If someone is willing to donate a large sum of money in exchange for Shaolin Kung Fu, they will naturally go to the abbot.

“No problem.” Zhang Chengyi pushed the gold, silver, and copper coins on the table toward that side and readily agreed.

Xu Qing sighed inwardly. Although it was called a request for permission, it was probably feasible. If there were no requirements regarding the cultivation method, then it wouldn't require becoming an apprentice, which would give him more room to maneuver.

With so many monks employed at Shaolin Temple, how could they not spend money or lack funds? If they're willing to spend money and only want basic internal skills, how could the higher-ups not make money off them?

The fact that money-grubbing, yellow and white goods were rampant in Buddhist temples made it difficult for him to describe his feelings.

"Please follow me, benefactor." He stood up with a complicated expression, and the two left the room one after the other.

This Shaolin Temple was somewhat different from the one Zhang Chengyi had seen in his previous life. The halls and courtyards were scattered across the hillsides, some quite far apart, and monks were everywhere.

His impression was that the temple was really big and there were really a lot of people.

Xu Qing led him to a side room in a hall whose name he did not know. He met the abbot, explained his purpose, and the abbot asked for some personal information before accepting the gold and silver and telling him to go back and wait.

He didn't ask to learn any martial arts; he simply wanted someone to help him get started with internal energy cultivation. Since there was no precedent for this, he had to think about it carefully.

The abbot didn't say when to wait, and Zhang Chengyi didn't ask either, leaving calmly.

"Please rest assured, benefactor," Xu Qing reassured him. He knew from the letter that the other party had robbed a local tyrant, and without the introduction of a disciple of the Funiu Sect, things might have been a bit troublesome.

With him mediating, nothing will happen. To put it bluntly, robbing and bullying wealthy people is a big deal in the eyes of the government, but in the martial arts world, it's considered eliminating a scourge for the people, something that heroes love to do.

The saying "a knight-errant uses martial arts to break the law" is no joke.

Since the other party was willing to enter the martial arts world and had someone to introduce them, the matter was naturally minimized. Moreover, the fact that they were willing to donate the looted money to the Shaolin Temple changed the nature of the matter.

After he finished explaining, seeing Zhang Chengyi calmly nod, he couldn't help but admire the man's courage and boldness.