Seventy years old is the age to take risks!

On his way to prepare for distributing porridge, Jiang Yuan was still thinking about practicing martial arts.

He has now achieved great success late in life.

A cultivation speed seventy times faster is undoubtedly the best cheat code for martial arts training!

Practicing martial arts can prolong life and reward you with more scrolls of immortality.

Perhaps one day he too can attain immortality?

Tell me, who wouldn't yearn for the Jade Palace in the heavens, with its twelve towers and five cities, where one can attain immortality upon marriage?

But everything is difficult at the beginning, and cultivation cannot be done blindly.

His physical body has already reached the ninth level of Body Tempering, but he has never been exposed to martial arts before, so he still needs to study it carefully.

Having made up his mind, Jiang Yuan was getting impatient.

While he was lost in thought, Jiang Yuan had already arrived at the kitchen.

The waiter, Ma Shan, had prepared a large pot of freshly cooked white porridge. Seeing him enter, he smiled憨厚ly and said:

"Mr. Jiang, you've finally arrived."

"The shopkeeper is so kind; he's increased the amount of porridge this time. Can you lift it up, sir?"

That's a sarcastic remark.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Ma Shan, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

This guy, like him, was a refugee taken in by Miss Meilan and hired as a shop assistant.

However, this guy is not a good person.

Unwilling to remain a lowly waiter, he repeatedly set his sights on the manager, Mei Lan, attempting to become the male owner of the teahouse.

On one occasion, he even secretly drugged Meilan, but she happened to discover it herself.

Unfortunately, Mei Lan was simple-minded and didn't believe that this seemingly honest guy would actually drug her behind her back, so she let the matter drop.

Over the years, if it weren't for me keeping an eye on things, this guy might have succeeded long ago.

"It's alright, I can still carry it."

Jiang Yuan walked forward calmly, sleeves rolled up.

Old man, still pretending?

Aren't you afraid the wind will make you bite your tongue?

This large bucket of white porridge was full, weighing at least sixty or seventy pounds, including the bucket. It might not be much for a martial arts practitioner, but for this old man, even if he helped carry it, it would take a lot of effort.

Aren't you afraid of straining your back from using too much force?

Ma Shan sneered inwardly, but on the surface he still wore a smile: "Old Mr. Jiang is still vigorous despite his age, so of course there's no problem."

Lift it up, lift it up.

It would be best if you fell flat on your face, just to see if you could die from that!

But the next moment.

Ma Shan's smile froze instantly, replaced by a look of utter shock.

Jiang Yuan focused his energy in his dantian, embraced the porridge bucket with both hands, and with a slight effort, lifted the heavy bucket of porridge as easily as if he were carrying an empty bucket, without any change in his expression.

"hiss!"

"This... Mr. Jiang, you're in such good health?!"

Ma Shan gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief. He never imagined that an old man with half his body buried could be so strong.

This old fox has been hiding his true colors quite well.

"Hehe, I've been practicing martial arts lately out of boredom, and I was just wondering where to use my strength."

Jiang Yuan smiled, offered no further explanation, and then suddenly changed the subject.

"However, if there are any unscrupulous people who want to harm the shopkeeper, perhaps it will be an opportunity for this old man to put his fists to use."

After saying that, he carried the porridge bucket out of the kitchen and placed it on the cart outside.

Old man, are you clicking on me?

Ma Shan was completely bewildered. After regaining his senses, his originally honest face suddenly turned cold.

No, we have to take action!

That old guy has been getting in his way.

He endured it for several years, just waiting for the old man to die of old age, at which point no one could stop him anymore.

But now it seems that the old man is in very good health and may live for many more days.

To be old and not die is to be a thief.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Damn it!

Thinking of this, Ma Shan's eyes hardened, and he regained his honest and simple appearance.

.......

Three or five miles from the teahouse, at the end of the street lies Refugee Lane.

This is a place where the Jiangning City government specifically takes in refugees. Because there are so many refugees, and they keep arriving in an endless stream, the city lord's mansion simply enclosed a refugee alley and concentrated all the refugees here for management.

Many families and ordinary people come to help the refugees.

Some were sincere, some were putting on a show, and some were trying to recruit thugs and assassins.

Jiang Yuan and Ma Shan pushed the porridge bucket cart all the way to Refugee Lane.

"Porridge! It's porridge!"

"There's food! Finally, there's food!"

"Please, please, give me a bite! My child hasn't eaten for three days!"

"Give me a bite! Give me a bite!"

Smelling the aroma of porridge, the refugees seemed to have grasped at a lifeline and swarmed forward.

"Please be patient, everyone, please line up!"

Jiang Yuan shouted, trying to calm everyone down.

However, when people are extremely hungry, they cannot remain rational when faced with food, and some even plan to directly steal the porridge bucket.

"Everyone, please calm down!"

Jiang Yuan frowned, gathered his breath and shouted again. This seemingly calm shout contained a powerful body-forging force, with extremely strong penetrating power. It was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, instantly suppressing all the noise.

"That old man has quite the imposing presence!"

"How strange!"

Some people in the crowd whispered among themselves, but they all took a half step back, and their eyes looked at Jiang Yuan with more fear.

Jiang Yuan stroked his beard and said in a low voice, "Gentlemen, my manager is kind-hearted and has prepared plenty of porridge for everyone; I guarantee there will be enough for everyone!"

"If anyone doesn't know the rules, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Having lived for so many years and experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships, he knew the nature of these refugees well. Although they were pitiful, they were not necessarily good people, and there might even be robbers and hooligans mixed in among them.

These people bully the weak and fear the strong. If you can't control them, even acts of kindness may turn into enmity.

The crowd looked at each other.

In the end, reason prevailed over desire, and they all moved their feet and lined up on their own, afraid that Jiang Yuan would change his mind about distributing porridge.

Just then, two figures suddenly rushed out from the outside of the crowd. Without saying a word, they pushed aside the elderly, weak, women and children in front of them and pounced on the porridge bucket with a sinister grin.

"Get out of my way! All of you get out of my way! This porridge is mine!"

"Old man, get out of the way!"

Jiang Yuan looked up and his eyes instantly turned cold.

We've said all the nice things, yet some people still don't follow the rules?

Two burly men rushed over, a head taller than the emaciated refugees around them. Although their clothes were similar to those of the refugees, they exuded a bloody and murderous aura that only came from the battlefield!

In an instant, the two of them rushed to the porridge bucket and reached out to grab it.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Yuan spoke calmly, flipped his wrist, grabbed the hands of both of them, and looked at them without changing his expression.

"You two, line up."

"Oh?"

One of the burly men sneered, "Old man, you think you're so great?"

"I'll take all of this porridge today."

"Otherwise, I'll tear your old bones apart today!"

As he spoke, he tried to shake off Jiang Yuan's hand, but found that the latter's hand was as still as an iron clamp, and he was immediately shocked.

"That old geezer, he's got real strength."

The other thin man remained silent, for he too was somewhat surprised at that moment.

Both his and the burly man's hands, which were reaching into the porridge bucket, were firmly held down by Jiang Yuan, completely unable to move an inch.

Jiang Yuan calmly looked at the two of them, quickly considering his options.

These two were clearly not ordinary refugees; they were much stronger than the average person and exuded a strong aura of violence.

Could he be a member of the martial arts world?

If that's the case, then you can't reason with them.

People in the martial arts world are the most unreasonable, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and killing people at the drop of a hat. They claim to be seeking revenge, but in reality, they are selfish and self-serving.

In this chaotic world, one can be a good person, but one must never be a weak one.

Jiang Yuan gave them a forceful shove, sending them both staggering, then stroked his beard and spoke calmly:

"You two, you're from the black market, aren't you?"

Which branch of the organization are you from?

Upon hearing this, the two men's pupils contracted, and they instinctively took a step back. "You...how did you know?"

This old man actually saw through their identities at a glance?

On the surface, the black market is a large merchant guild, but in reality, it is a mixed and powerful force of the underworld, so large that it spreads throughout the entire Great Yu Kingdom, and its influence can be seen in the entire court and among the common people.

Compared to those prestigious and powerful sects, the black market is a criminal organization not recognized by the government.

But now, with rebellions raging across the Great Yu, the black market has only grown stronger.

Seeing the other party's strong reaction, Jiang Yuan became even more certain and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Hmph, when I was roaming the martial world, you were still in your mother's womb. You dare to inquire about my identity?"