Of the 360 Trades, Every One Can Reach the Heavens!

The shortcut method on the Attribute Panel was already a cheating method for martial cultivation, and Jiang Wangzu had, as if exploiting a bug, comprehended a method of taking the initiative from Xu Zhenzhen.

This was fucking practically a demonic cultivation method!

Because in his last life he had unluckily stumbled into some heaven-defying luck, in the blink of an eye, Jiang Wangzu had already been in this world for more than a month.

By now, he had completely adapted to his identity.

His current identity was that of a low-level hoodlum in the Canal Gang.

On ordinary days, he mainly engaged in businesses such as collecting loan-shark debts, forcing decent women into prostitution, collecting protection fees, watching venues, and seizing territory.

His predecessor had been walking at night when hoodlums from a rival gang ambushed him in a dark alley, clubbed him from behind, and sent him straight to his death.

Thus he had been replaced by Jiang Wangzu, who shared the same name.

As one of Shen City's three major gangs, the Canal Gang numbered in the tens of thousands, with over a thousand core members, and occupied the entire Lower District.

The Canal Gang's range of business was extremely broad, and the hierarchy within the gang was strict. Jiang Wangzu's boss, Chen Tai, was no more than a minor leader in the Canal Gang.

But even so, he still counted as somebody in the Canal Gang. He controlled the prosperous Rongsheng Street and some other businesses, with a hundred or so fighters under him.

Most importantly, Chen Tai knew kung fu—not the kind of flashy fists and embroidered legs, but real killing techniques.

When Jiang Wangzu had first transmigrated here, he had originally scoffed at such things, thinking, What bullshit kung fu? Wasn't it just being strong, striking hard, and knowing some fighting and killing techniques?

No matter how high your kung fu was, you still feared a kitchen knife!

Beyond seven steps, the gun was faster; within seven steps, the gun was both faster and more accurate!

So the newly transmigrated Jiang Wangzu had racked his brains trying to get himself a foreign gun!

After all, only when one held the truth in hand could all living beings be equal!

But when he personally saw Chen Tai smash a thick Eight Immortals table with one palm, and use a pair of iron fists to beat a rival gang's hoodlums until their brains burst out, he no longer thought that way.

He had originally thought he had transmigrated to a Republic of China plane in a parallel timeline, but he had never expected this to be an alternate-history Republic of China fantasy plane.

In this world, every craft was not merely a means of making a living, but also a path of cultivation leading to the great Dao.

All things had spirit, skill could reach the divine; among the three hundred and sixty trades, every trade could reach the heavens!

Martial artists were also one of the three hundred and sixty trades.

And so Jiang Wangzu began working hard to make money, showing filial respect to his boss Chen Tai and begging him to teach him kung fu.

In the end, that bastard Chen Tai only gave him a low-grade external training method that every member of the Canal Gang could cultivate: the Iron Crotch Technique!

When gang hoodlums and rogues fought, there was no morality to speak of. Eye-gouging, throwing lime powder, kicking the groin, Thousand-Year Kill—there was no extreme they would not go to.

Every time there was a fight, no small number of people were beaten until chickens flew and eggs shattered, leaving them without descendants.

So learning the Iron Crotch Technique was still beneficial for low-level hoodlums like them when it came to continuing the family line.

But the Iron Crotch Technique was easy to learn and hard to master, requiring special force to slap and temper the crotch area.

One also had to apply specially made secret medicine, and even take medicinal baths.

The slightest carelessness could easily cripple oneself through training.

Therefore, many members of the Canal Gang knew the training method for the Iron Crotch Technique.

But there were basically only a few who successfully entered the threshold.

However, Jiang Wangzu had a cheat. He possessed shortcut methods, and had also developed a demonic cultivation method through Xu Zhenzhen.

So his progress advanced a thousand li in a single day.

It had been less than half a month since he obtained the technique, yet he had already cultivated the common-as-dirt, easy-to-learn-hard-to-master Iron Crotch Technique to major accomplishment!

The rear courtyard of Hongyun Mahjong Hall.

A small stronghold of the Canal Gang.

It was also Chen Tai's old nest.

In the courtyard.

"Big Brother, I really regret joining the Canal Gang. Please, just leave me a way to live!"

"I don't want to end up like Thin Monkey, thrown out by you to block blades, with his hands and feet chopped off, his eyeballs dug out, his intestines spilled all over the ground, and then sunk into the Dragon River, until even his corpse couldn't be recognized!"

"I also don't want to end up like Big Fool Chun, taking the blame for you and spending a full ten years in prison, his family ruined, his wife scattered and children separated, only for even his settlement money to be swallowed by you in the end!"

"I especially don't want to end up like A-Zu, clubbed from behind in a dark alley, lying in bed for three days and three nights without waking up, clearly about to die, while you wouldn't even bear to pay his medical expenses!"

A skinny young man had been hung up, his body covered in wounds. He cried and shouted as he spoke.

He was Black Boy, a subordinate under Chen Tai. Because he regretted joining the Canal Gang, he had betrayed the gang.

In the end, Chen Tai caught him back and carried out gang discipline.

"Fuck your mother!"

"Are you threatening me, or begging me?"

"Thin Monkey was my beloved friend and family, my brother as close as my own hands and feet. He volunteered to block blades for me, and you actually slander me by saying I used him as a shield?"

"Big Fool Chun's settlement money was never issued by the gang. I've been asking for it all along, but I've never been able to get it. You fucking dare accuse me of swallowing Big Fool Chun's settlement money?"

"As for A-Zu, if I hadn't insisted on not letting him be buried, if I hadn't firmly believed he was still alive, he would've been fucking buried alive by you lot long ago!"

"You swore a venomous oath before Lord Guan to follow me. Now you say you won't, just like that? You think you're playing house with me?"

"I'm telling you, one day as a Canal Gang man means a lifetime as a Canal Gang man."

"Since you don't want to be a Canal Gang man, then be a Canal Gang ghost!"

Bare-chested and wearing black training clothes, Chen Tai stalked up to Black Boy with a savage expression and smashed a fist into his chest.

Crack!

A deep, muffled sound of a sternum snapping rang out. A deep dent instantly caved into Black Boy's chest. His eyes bulged, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and then he breathed his last.

Jiang Wangzu walked into the courtyard and saw the scene before him, without the slightest stir in his heart.

This was the underworld. None of these bastards had any honor!

Especially this boss of his, Chen Tai. He looked half-mad, bloodthirsty and brutal, giving people the urge to hack him to death.

Only, right now, he was still nowhere near Chen Tai's match, so when it was time to play the meek grandson, he still had to play the meek grandson!

"Boss, your most loyal underling, A-Zu, reporting in!"

"Loyalty!"

Jiang Wangzu stood ramrod straight and said it in a clear, ringing voice.

"A-Zu, you came at just the right time."

"After dark, you and A-Wei take this traitorous whelp Black Boy and sink him into Dragon River to feed the fish."

"During the day, settle this month's accounts. Tomorrow, it's time to hand over the regular money to the gang."

"As for the rest of you, go do whatever you're supposed to do."

"Every last one of you has to open for business today. If tomorrow's regular money can't be scraped together, that's fucking throwing sand in my eyes, Chen Tai's eyes. Just see if I don't finish you!"

When Chen Tai saw Jiang Wangzu's face, a face even more handsome than Yanzu's, a flicker of jealousy could not help flashing through him. Then he roared at his men.

"Yes!"

Everyone roared in unison.

Before long, Chen Tai took several dozen men out to start business, leaving only Jiang Wangzu and a few others behind to watch the place.

In these times, being a low-level gang ruffian was truly too dangerous. At the slightest provocation, you got knifed; at best, tendons were torn and bones broken, and at worst, you breathed your last.

So the first thing Jiang Wangzu, who had transmigrated over, wanted was to break free of this predicament.

It just so happened that Chen Tai had been driven half-mad by last month's accounts and the regular money he had to turn over to the gang.

So Jiang Wangzu showed a small bit of skill and quickly helped Chen Tai sort out the accounts.

He even smoothed over several rotten accounts for him, letting him hand over the regular money with ease.