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

Chapter 142 The Old Steward is Critically Ill

Imperial City, Outer District, Chen Mansion in Black Lion City.

Outside the mansion, Chen Han stood in front of the gate, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He arrived at the gate in front of several guards.

Due to the corruption within the clan, the Chen family declined. The clan mansion they once lived in was no longer what it used to be, and the strong and powerful warriors had been replaced by several middle-aged and elderly people who were over fifty years old and whose vitality was beginning to decline.

"You! You are...."

The martial artists panicked when they saw Chen Han arrive.

At this moment, Chen Han swaggered over to the group, his hideous black face contorted with rage.

"Black-faced Killer, a third-step martial artist who openly extorts the biggest local bully in the capital—Black-faced Killer!"

One of them couldn't help but show a look of horror and exclaimed.

The group of people, feeling timid and hesitant, immediately retreated into the Chen family compound, as if trying to avoid the situation at all costs.

As martial arts practitioners, they had naturally heard of the arrogant legend of the man who had publicly extorted money from the Kowloon Gang and then swaggered away.

The appearance of these people naturally attracted the attention of the Chen family members in the mansion. Following their gaze, they saw the infamous black-faced man and immediately became vigilant and flustered.

Rumor has it that this self-proclaimed Black-Faced Demon is a top-tier martial artist at the peak of the third step of martial arts, a figure who would rank among the top five in the entire Yue Kingdom.

"Everyone, there's no need to be afraid. I've just come to visit some old friends."

Chen Han's gaze was cold, and his tone was indifferent.

An old friend?

The crowd then realized what was happening. "Sir, you've come to visit because you heard the old steward was critically ill, haven't you? Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform him right away."

Indeed, the news Chen Han learned was that before he transmigrated, the old steward who had raised his predecessor had suddenly fallen critically ill and was on the verge of death.

The old steward was a great help to him, and was the first benefactor to help him through difficulties, both before and after he transmigrated.

All of this makes it no exaggeration to say that the old steward is like a father to him. Now that he is critically ill, Chen Han has to show up and see the old steward one last time, even at the risk of being discovered by cultivators.

Perhaps, this was something Lu Tianren and his group had discovered, and they used it to lure him out.

However, fortunately, he had fabricated the identity of the Black-Faced Demon in advance, but even so, risks were unavoidable.

"Go then..."

Chen Han waved his hand dismissively.

Extorting the Kowloon Gang is nothing, but his audacity in kidnapping the Goddess Constable is a different matter. This incident damaged the face of the capital and was completely suppressed. Instead, a fabricated crime was fabricated to cover up the truth.

Therefore, he is now a truly heinous and most wanted criminal.

If a number one wanted criminal swaggered into the capital in broad daylight, others would only think that he was incredibly arrogant and had no respect for the government.

However, with their attention drawn to this aspect, how many people would actually associate him with that Chen Yan?

Therefore, Chen Han was not afraid of being seen at all. Even if the government came to arrest him, he was not afraid because of his ability to escape quickly.

The two cultivators who might be the only ones capable of capturing him are high above him; why would they go to such lengths for an insignificant mortal like him, unless he reveals his true identity now?

Chen Han stood there for a while before the current patriarch of the Chen family rushed over to greet him, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and deep respect.

In the martial arts world, strength is paramount. Whether you are good or evil, as long as you are strong enough, you are the sky and the earth.

"Senior, please forgive me for not greeting you properly."

Chen Feng bowed deeply and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.

"It's alright. I came here mainly for the sake of your Chen family steward. He was kind to me many years ago, and upon hearing that he was critically ill, I came here specifically to visit him."

Chen Han looked down at the clan leader, whom he had once looked up to but could never reach, and spoke calmly.

"I see. I never imagined that the steward had done you a favor in your younger days. Please come this way, senior. The old steward is in great pain right now and is clinging to life and refusing to leave."

Chen Feng looked worried and explained the situation to Chen Han.

The latter's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

I had originally thought the old steward could hold on a little longer. If he needed any rare herbs or expensive medicines, I could simply extort them from the Kowloon Gang's treasure shop or borrow from Master Xu. But the worst has happened. The old steward is now on the verge of death, barely clinging to life...

I was hoping to let him enjoy his retirement in peace after everything was settled, but I never imagined... he toiled his whole life, only to end up like this.

Chen Han immediately stopped talking and strode into the mansion.

On the way, he saw many members of the Chen family coming to visit, but compared to Chen Han, most of them seemed to be just going through the motions, acting as if it was none of their business.

Upon seeing him, they all showed expressions of fear and silently made way for him.

Chen Han felt a surge of anger at the indifference of his clansmen.

The old steward had spent most of his life in the Chen family, remaining loyal and devoted, working tirelessly for the family. This overwork led to his illness, with both old and new ailments plaguing him, resulting in a frail and weak body in his old age.

In the past, when the old steward held the high position of chief steward, these clansmen greeted him with smiles and showed him the utmost respect. But now that the old steward is critically ill, they act as if it's none of their business, which is truly disheartening.

Chen Han didn't want to waste time on them at the moment. Instead, he went to the room where the old steward was, squeezed into the crowd who didn't know he was there, and watched the old steward from a distance with everyone else.

The face he hadn't seen for many days appeared before him again, but the scene was not as it used to be.

At that time, the old steward held a high position and was a prominent figure in the area. He was always surrounded by powerful guards and handled many complicated matters for the family. Often, a single glance from him could instill fear in people.

Now, he lies listlessly on the bed, his eyes half-closed, his pupils seemingly devoid of life.

For a moment, Chen Han was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. His nose stung, he had difficulty breathing, and he felt as if time had stood still.

Just then, he noticed that the old steward seemed to have sensed something, took a deep breath, and then turned to look in his direction, whereupon they met.

In an instant, the old steward's gaze seemed to refocus and brighten.

Chen Han was certain that the old steward recognized him from that familiar gaze, as if he had sensed it from the very first moment he saw him.

Back then, even his two relatives, Shen Yue and Shen Wan'er, only realized it after he repeatedly reminded them, while the old steward recognized him with just one look, even though he had a hideous and inhuman face.

Chen Han's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Finally, the steward spoke first, his voice kind and gentle.

"You...come here..."