Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

Early years of the Republic of China (Daxin era).

Shencheng.

In the dead of night, the darkness was as black as ink, frighteningly so.

Inside the side room of a small courtyard on Rongsheng Street.

The scent of camphor wood from the bed was faint and lingering, and the lamplight flickered.

Two overlapping shadows, sometimes separating and sometimes merging, were cast on the wall.

After a long while.

Xu Zhenzhen's shoulders were partially exposed, her upper body was covered with a thin blanket, and her slender legs were faintly visible.

She leaned against the bed, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her hair disheveled, and her body covered in fragrant sweat.

Accompanied by soft, panting breaths, it was incredibly alluring, enough to make one's blood boil at the sight of it.

She gazed at the incomparably handsome man beside her, half infatuated and half languid.

Jiang Wangzu's muscular chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and his eight-pack abs looked even more alluring under the orange-red light.

His fingertips casually traced the smooth skin of Xu Zhenzhen's lower back:

"Did you get the Black Tiger Fist manual I asked you to find?"

Xu Zhenzhen slapped away Jiang Wangzu's restless hand, her lips parted slightly, and her breath was as sweet as orchids:

"You rascal, you were acting like a ravenous wolf just now, but now you've suddenly remembered the important matter!"

"What's the rush? I've already prepared everything for you. The things you wanted... are under the mattress."

Jiang Wangzu pulled out a thread-bound booklet from under the mattress at the head of the bed; the pages were yellowed.

A sense of timelessness washes over you.

This is clearly an old item.

He turned to the first page with hopeful eyes; the yellowed paper was covered in delicate brushstrokes.

The painting depicts pairs of men and women with their clothes half-undone, their postures intimate, making one's ears burn.

The small notes beside it did not describe acupoints, meridians, or martial arts moves.

It's mostly phrases like "Jade Pavilion in Spring Warmth" and "Begonia Bearding Dew".

"Erotic paintings?"

Jiang Wangzu raised an eyebrow, his fingertips twirling the pages of paper, making a rustling sound.

He flipped through a few more pages, then turned to look at Xu Zhenzhen beside him with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"It was pitch black when I stole it last night, how could I tell if the pictures in the booklet were of fist and foot fighting postures or some other kind of posture..."

Xu Zhenzhen was taken aback at first, then gave him a charmingly disdainful look and tapped his broad chest with her slender white fingers.

"Can't tell what's happening in the dark?"

"In the pitch black, how could you tell me apart from my older brother?"

"tell me!"

Jiang Wangzu grabbed her wrist with a hint of annoyance, the veins on his neck throbbing under the light.

"Giggle giggle!"

Xu Zhenzhen smiled charmingly at his teasing, then snuggled into his arms.

The warm breath brushed against Jiang Wangzu's neck, carrying a faint scent of perfume, making his heart itch.

She leaned close to his ear and said with a flirtatious smile, "Oh, you rascal, yours... is better than his."

"Holy crap!"

Jiang Wangzu suddenly grabbed Xu Zhenzhen's waist, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and roared:

"You filthy bitch, you really were having an affair with my brother?!"

"Hahaha!"

Xu Zhenzhen laughed so hard she nearly fell over, then reached out and patted his face, her fingertips feeling slightly cool to the touch.

"Are you confused?"

"Think again carefully about who I am?"

Jiang Wangzu was taken aback by these words, then chuckled softly, the fierceness between his brows completely dissipating, leaving only a thick, unyielding atmosphere of ambiguity:

"yes!"

"I'm really confused!"

Jiang Wangzu leaned down, his nose brushing against Xu Zhenzhen's, their breaths mingling.

They could even feel each other's heartbeats.

His voice deepened, and he continued with a hint of roguishness:

"But you still need to help me get that Black Tiger Fist manual that my older brother treasures."

"As the mighty Tiger of the Canal Gang, I can't possibly rely solely on a second-rate Iron Crotch Kung Fu to make my way in the world, can I?"

"So what if I have Iron Crotch Kung Fu? I like it!"

"That's real skill!"

"No one in the entire city can compare to you!"

Xu Zhenzhen said with a smile.

"Long hair, short brains. What do you know about all this shabby stuff in bed, you woman?"

"These days are chaotic. Without strong fighting power, a low-level gangster like me is just a stray dog ​​on the street, someone who can be beaten and killed at will. So I have to become strong."

"Also, lend me another fifty silver dollars. I've wasted too much energy on you lately; I need to replenish my strength!"

Jiang Wangzu nuzzled Xu Zhenzhen's cheek and said shamelessly.

"I bet you've been short on money for tonics lately from practicing your martial arts, haven't you?"

Xu Zhenzhen saw through Jiang Wangzu's little scheme at a glance and scoffed.

She reached under her pillow and pulled out a warm banknote, still carrying her body heat and the scent of perfume, and stuffed it into Jiang Wangzu's hand: "Here's a hundred yuan, use it sparingly."

"Very good!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wangzu's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a hundred-yuan silver note and kissed Xu Zhenzhen hard on the face.

Then he brandished the erotic pictures in his hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips:

"It's still early, shall we practice the skills on this together?"

Xu Zhenzhen blushed, teased by him. "Oh dear, I'm afraid that guy might suddenly come back!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Wangzu hugged Xu Zhenzhen tightly, feeling the heat emanating from her body, and said:

"He's going to talk to Xiao Taohong at the Red Romantic Dance Hall tonight about his life ideals."

"Right now, they're probably having a passionate encounter somewhere."

"snort!"

"You bunch of scoundrels, not a single one of you is any good."

Xu Zhenzhen gave a soft snort, her fingertips tracing Jiang Wangzu's back, and whispered, "Hurry up..."

"Okay!"

The pages of the erotic pictures were lifted by the cool night breeze, mingling with the rustling sounds from the bed.

In the darkness of night, a passionate and alluring entanglement blossomed.

…………

Early the next morning.

Jiang Wangzu walked out of Xu Zhenzhen's residence with a hundred-yuan silver note in his pocket, looking refreshed.

With a thought, a golden-red dotted frame appeared in his vision, visible only to himself:

[Slap your groin area 100,000 times, and you'll master the Iron Crotch Kung Fu!]

A warm current appeared out of nowhere and swept over my whole body.

Jiang Wangzu felt as solid as a rock, indestructible, and his kidneys became increasingly vigorous.

His strength also increased slightly.

With a thought, he activated the cheat code that belonged to him as a transmigrator.

A very simple properties panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Jiang Wangzu

[Occupation: Martial Artist]

[Technique: Iron Crotch Kung Fu (Mastery)]

[Quick Success Method: Slap your groin a million times, perfect your Iron Crotch Kung Fu, and gain the innate Golden Kidneys!]

[Talent: Succubus]

"This second-rate external martial arts technique has finally been mastered!"

"Even if I mastered this Iron Crotch Kung Fu to its highest level, aside from having a large and powerful tool, being durable, and being immune to groin-related injuries, it doesn't seem to have much effect on improving my overall strength!"

"We still need to acquire even more advanced skills!"

"But the Iron Crotch Kung Fu's perfection can awaken the Golden Double Kidney talent, which is something worth exploring."

"However, I still need someone to help me with my cultivation."

Jiang Wangzu looked at the attribute panel in front of him and thought to himself.