Chapter 2

**Update Time: October 11, 2012**

Zhang Dong excitedly examined the beauty and tycoon lists on the screen in his mind, laughing heartily. It seemed he could already see himself as one of the tycoons, and the hundred most beautiful and enchanting women vying to throw themselves into his arms.

After a long while, he finally calmed down and began to think carefully. Since the monitoring device was so powerful, and he would one day be a famous person with immense wealth and countless beautiful wives and concubines, he needed to strengthen his own martial prowess first, ideally becoming an invincible master. He would consider transplanting the experiences of other industry celebrities in the second month.

With a spirited command, he said, "Create a list of the strongest, and rank the top 100 strongest people in history based on their martial power."

The list did not disappoint Zhang Dong, as it instantly appeared on the screen, with the names of people who had been renowned for centuries displayed!

1. Jiang Shan: Martial Power 4800

2. Xiang Yu: Martial Power 2875

3. Bodhidharma: Martial Power 2660

4. Zhang Sanfeng: Martial Power 2480

5. Lü Bu: Martial Power 2350

...

100. Yang Zaixing: Martial Power 1500

The entire list of the strongest contained no living people, only the dead, indicating that the current strong individuals were far inferior to the strong individuals of ancient times.

Zhang Dong was dumbfounded. Although he had not formally practiced martial arts, he had always exercised and his strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. He could easily handle three to five strong men, but his martial power was only 1. The weakest of these strong individuals had a martial power of 1500, and the top-ranked individual had 4800, nearly 2000 more than Xiang Yu. This meant he was nearly 5000 times stronger than Zhang Dong. Was he even human?

Jiang Shan, an unknown figure, had such high martial power. Who was he?

Determined to learn from the strongest historical figure, Zhang Dong began to examine Jiang Shan's background.

Jiang Shan could almost be considered a modern figure. Although he was born in the early Qing Dynasty (1648), he lived for three hundred years, dying in 1948.

He was a wandering knight and a martial arts enthusiast. From a young age, he practiced Xingyi Quan, becoming a master by his teens. He began traveling the world, visiting all the strong individuals of his time, exchanging and refining his skills. His presence was felt in Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Tianshan, and the desert...

At the age of 150, he had mastered and comprehended the martial techniques of all schools and began to integrate them. He prepared a large amount of living supplies and settled in a cave deep in the Shennongjia mountains. Apart from growing some grains and vegetables, he immersed himself entirely in the world of martial arts.

His internal energy gradually increased. After over a hundred years, he finally created a terrifying technique called the Sun Swallowing Divine Skill, which not only rapidly generated internal energy but could also absorb the internal energy of others.

Furthermore, he created a sinister technique called the Maple Leaf Charm. Using internal energy to turn water into ice and infusing it with internal energy, he shaped it like a maple leaf. Once used as a hidden weapon, it could control a person's life and death, making them die or live as he wished, and even cause them to suffer unbearable pain or itching, making life worse than death.

When he emerged from seclusion, the world had already changed. It was no longer the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties but 1943, and Japan was invading China.

War spread across the ancient land, and blood flowed over the vast territory.

He was enraged and began to assassinate high-ranking Japanese officers.

His power was terrifying, and his speed was unimaginable. He moved like lightning and smoke, evading bullets and artillery. Even if hit, he would not be injured, as his body had become incredibly tough.

He traveled thousands of miles, secretly killing nearly ten thousand high-ranking Japanese officers and absorbing the internal energy of nearly a thousand Japanese internal martial arts experts, making him even stronger.

However, no one knew who he was, and he never revealed his true identity.

At the time, one of the major factors in Japan's defeat and surrender, besides international pressure and the resistance of the Chinese people, was Jiang Shan's assassinations, which left them helpless and unable to defend against him.

Jiang Shan retired after his success, returned to Shennongjia, and continued to live in seclusion, eventually passing away peacefully. He left behind a martial arts manual in the cave, but it was destroyed when a flood caused the cave to collapse.

Jiang Shan was also a romantic figure. While traveling, he often stayed in brothels, drinking the purest wine and finding the most beautiful women, but he had no wife and no disciples...

"I will learn the Sun Swallowing Divine Skill and the Maple Leaf Charm, and I will surpass him," Zhang Dong said excitedly. "Monitoring Device, please transplant Jiang Shan's life monitoring video to me!"

"You need to have strong willpower and control yourself to avoid being lost. Otherwise, you will not be Zhang Dong but another Jiang Shan, losing your self-identity," the monitoring device replied.

"Don't worry, my willpower is extremely strong, and I will not lose myself. Start the transplant."

"It's not that simple. Jiang Shan's life experiences are too rich, and the transplant will take three days. You cannot be disturbed at all, even by the slightest sound of wind or rain, or you will become a vegetable," the monitoring device said.

"It seems I need to find the safest place," Zhang Dong muttered, pondered for a moment, and then quickly ran to the back of the mountain, entering the classroom of Class 1, Grade 3.

The classroom was filled with over twenty students, all diligently studying.

The college entrance exam was only a month away, and no one was slacking off, except for Zhang Dong, who always ranked last in the school and had no hope of getting into college.

Even Liu Kui, Zhang Dong's best friend and the second-worst student in the school, was studying hard, though he knew his chances of getting into college were slim, he still wanted to try his luck.

Zhang Dong pulled Liu Kui outside and said, "Brother, give me all your money. I need it urgently."

"Damn, are you robbing me?" Liu Kui said with a bitter face, pulling out all the red bills from his wallet, which amounted to 5000 yuan.

"True to form, a second-generation rich kid!" Zhang Dong thought, smiling and saying, "I'll pay you back soon."

"When have you ever paid back a loan?" Liu Kui said angrily.

"I'll pay you back later." Zhang Dong grinned and quickly left.

Less than an hour later, Zhang Dong appeared at the Chun Cheng Tai Chi Hall.

The hall was founded by a Tai Chi master named Chen Shanhe, who was spacious and luxurious, with all the necessary facilities. Zhang Dong, who loved martial arts, was a regular here and even paid tuition.

It was already past nine in the evening, but many students were still practicing, their movements uniform and impressive.

Zhang Dong greeted people as he walked and strode into Chen Shanhe's office.

Chen Shanhe was in his early forties, standing at 1.88 meters tall, robust and strong, with a commanding presence. He was skilled but did not teach, leaving that to his dozen disciples.

He was sitting on the sofa, quietly drinking tea and watching TV. Seeing Zhang Dong enter, he smiled and said, "Xiao Dong, you're not here to become my disciple today, are you?"

Chen Shanhe indeed wanted to take Zhang Dong as his last disciple because of his exceptional martial arts talent, but Zhang Dong was still in school and did not have the conditions to focus on martial arts.

Zhang Dong had once planned to become a disciple after high school and become a Tai Chi master, which could lead to a comfortable life.

Now that he had the monitoring device, his desire to become a disciple had faded, but he still respected Chen Shanhe. He put his backpack on the table and said with a smile, "Master Chen, I'm here today to ask for a private room to study intensively for a month. After the college entrance exam, if I don't get into college, I will become your disciple."

"Get into college? Ha ha, you're really dreaming. You didn't work hard before, and it's too late now. But I still support you. Here's the key to Room 5."

"This is the fee for a month." Zhang Dong placed 6000 yuan on the table, took the key, and happily headed to Room 5.

The private room at the Tai Chi Hall was designed for quiet meditation and cultivation of internal energy, extremely peaceful and undisturbed, making it an ideal place for memory transplantation, free from any danger.

Room 5 was not large, only about 40 square meters, divided into a large room and a small room. The walls and doors were made of soundproof materials, ensuring complete silence from the outside.

Actually, the large room was the true private room, connected to the small room by a door. The small room only had a table and a window connecting to the outside, through which meals were delivered.

The setup in the private room was simple, with only a table and a chair, and a carpet on the floor.

Zhang Dong sat cross-legged, calmed himself for a moment, and then ordered the monitoring device to start transplanting Jiang Shan's life monitoring video into his mind.

A sudden pain appeared in his mind, continuous and intense, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, remaining still. Gradually, he felt himself becoming Jiang Shan, learning Xingyi Quan from his father, Jiang Qing, starting to practice at dawn and continuing until sunrise; practicing again at dusk until midnight. During the day, he practiced the Xingyi San Ti posture, finally cultivating internal energy at the age of seven. By fifteen, he had become a renowned master, and for the next hundred years, he sought out strong individuals to challenge, exchange, and refine his skills... When assassinating Japanese officers, it was truly awe-inspiring. Thousands of people shot at him, bullets raining down, and artillery shells flying, but he was fearless. With a flash, he could move dozens of meters, quickly entering the enemy ranks. A single palm strike could kill dozens or even hundreds, and a kick could knock down a large group, leaving the battlefield littered with bodies and blood flowing like rivers...

Using the Sun Swallowing Divine Skill to absorb internal energy felt incredibly pleasant, quickly draining the internal energy of his enemies...

Zhang Dong was completely immersed. Whenever it was time to eat, the monitoring device would pause the transmission of the monitoring video. Zhang Dong would eat in a daze and then return to the private room, sitting cross-legged again, while the monitoring device continued to transmit...