Body Refinement for Longevity: From Health Cultivation Exercises to Overcoming All Techniques

The old man walked up to the monster's corpse, placed his hand on it, felt the texture of the monster, and searched for its location.

Finally, they stopped about six zhang below the monster's head on its belly.

"This is it."

As he spoke, he glanced at Shi Jingtao behind him.

The latter immediately understood, took out a rolling pin-shaped object, gripped it tightly and gave it a shake. Instantly, both ends of the object popped out, revealing its true form: an iron gun.

Chen Han couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't guns supposed to be made of wood? Can this iron one even be used?"

Next, Shi Jingtao stepped forward, took a step, and thrust his silver spear forward with force. *Poof!* The beast's scales broke through its defenses, and blood gushed out.

"He does have some skill..."

Chen Han commented.

Then, Shi Jingtao widened the wound and put one hand inside.

At this moment, everyone present couldn't help but show a hint of tension.

Needless to say, everyone hoped that Shi Jingtao could produce a demon core, which would solve everything and benefit everyone.

As time went on, everyone's breathing became increasingly tense, and even Chen Han, who was usually calm and collected, looked solemn.

At one point, Shi Jingtao frowned, then looked thoughtful. He reached in a little further, groped around for a while, and finally his eyes lit up as he pulled his hand out.

Everyone's attention immediately focused on it, and they saw that what was lying in the hand was a round and smooth bead, about the size of a woman's small fist, crystal clear, with a faint red halo, which was the demon core.

"Hahaha, good, good, well done, hahaha..."

The old man burst into hearty laughter first, praising Shi Jingtao repeatedly, his heart filled with joy at his good fortune.

Zhuge Rushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all the twists and turns, her mind was sometimes relaxed and sometimes tense. The most important thing was the deep and scheming conversation between Chen Han and the old man.

She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, fearing that the two of them might not be able to reach an agreement and would start fighting on the spot.

If that's the case, it would be fine if Chen Han won, but if he lost, she would be at his mercy.

In fact, she had already realized that Chen Han was not on the same level as her when he fought the monster. This young hero was very likely the legendary immortal.

Later, the mysterious old man appeared and addressed the young hero as a fellow Daoist, which further convinced her of this.

Upon learning all this, she no longer had the courage she had in the capital; she wished she could find a crack to crawl into and hide on the spot.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on acquiring a hundred-year-old demon core."

Chen Han cupped his hands in a congratulatory gesture with a smile, having done his job of putting on a good show.

"It was just luck, a stroke of luck, but then again, I have to thank you for your painful decision to part with it..."

After the two exchanged compliments, Chen Han said, "Then you may take your things and leave, fellow Daoist. To be honest, I still need to take the rest of the meat back with me."

"Alright, alright, fellow Daoist, please wait a moment..."

The old man was overjoyed, extremely happy to have obtained the demon core, which made Chen Han feel like he had lost out big time.

"So what if I lost money? I don't need these things right now anyway..."

Chen Han tried to comfort himself.

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he turned to the old man who was cutting off the horn of the demon beast with a tool and said, "Fellow Daoist, there is something I don't know. Could you please enlighten me?"

"Speak your mind."

The old man gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and worked like a rough and hardworking farmer, a stark contrast to his previous ethereal and composed demeanor.

"May I ask, where is the world of cultivation?"

"Um?"

The old man turned around, looked Chen Han over once more, and remained silent for a moment.

Chen Han realized that the other party seemed to have grasped something from this, and his gaze darkened.

But then the old man laughed and said, "It's clear that you've only recently begun to cultivate Qi and become a body cultivator."

Chen Han did not answer.

The old man was not annoyed and continued, "I have to admit that you are indeed a very special person. At such a young age, you have already achieved the ability to draw qi into your body in the secular world. This is not something that can be accomplished by mere chance."

Chen Han naturally knew this. In the secular world, if one wanted to draw qi into the body, one either needed a relative who cultivated immortality, the kind with whom blood was thicker than water.

Or it could be a chance encounter.

But luck alone is not enough; one must also have a firm will and a profound mind, otherwise even if you are given the opportunity, you will not be able to seize it.

The inheritance in Eagle Mountain is a case in point. Why did Chen Han ultimately obtain the inheritance, and why did he successfully draw Qi into his body while those martial artists turned into mincemeat, and even those two cultivators could only sigh in regret?

Having transmigrated here, this cheat code did indeed provide him with tremendous help, but his persistence and scheming also played a crucial role.

"Fellow Daoist is still young. The cultivation world is indeed a good place. It is a vast world, so vast that you cannot imagine it."

The old man seemed to be caught up in some kind of emotion, his passion surging, "As for where the cultivation world is, it's right there."

The old man pointed into the air, "South. The nearest cultivation world is in the south... about nine thousand miles away, maybe even further..."

"Nine thousand miles..."

Chen Han gazed in that direction into the distance, "Nine thousand li, that's not too far."

"Don't be too happy yet. The cultivation world is very, very large, and the cultivator markets near the mortal world are usually protected by restrictions, keeping you away from them from a distance. If you rush in like this, you'll probably be trapped and die inside, and you won't be able to get out no matter what."

"We cultivators are single-mindedly devoted to the Dao, but it is inevitable that some ignorant mortals will come to disturb us. Some seek medicine to save their lives, while others want to achieve immortality... This restriction was set up to prevent such people from doing so."

"Of course, you can also be careful and try to bypass these restrictions. See if you can run into other cultivators on the way. If they are kind enough to give you a little help, you can easily ignore these restrictions with some simple methods."

"From this day forward, you are considered a true cultivator."

"But you have to be careful. People won't help you for no reason. Few cultivators are pure; they are all shrewd. Don't expect them to help you without paying a price."

"Besides, this is just a small corner of the cultivation world. Not to mention sects, even major sects wouldn't bother to set up camp here."

"But in my opinion, this is enough to keep you from ever getting ahead in your life. Body cultivation is weak, body cultivation is weak, hahaha... I've said so much to you, so think about it carefully."

As he spoke, the old man had already pulled the monster's head and horns out by the roots.

"Fellow Daoist, until we meet again..."

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist."

Chen Han bowed in final respect.

Then, without further ado, he began to cut off the tender and juicy meat from the monster and put it into his storage bag. After more than half an hour, when the storage bag was no longer full, he quickly left.

On the way back to the capital, Chen Han remained silent, while Zhuge Rushuang followed behind, her mind constantly replaying the scene from that day.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask.