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

Chapter 144 Seclusion and Cultivation!

"Your Excellency, I found nothing amiss, but there is one thing that has surprised me quite a bit."

Zhao Wushuang remained kneeling, his head bowed low. Even though the woman before him was stunningly beautiful, more so than any woman he had ever seen, he dared not look directly at her.

Su Zhenyue gave Zhao Wushuang a cold look, and the latter quickly spoke up, "It's that black-faced ruthless guy who extorted money from the Nine Dragons Gang a while ago. I didn't expect that Chen Yan, whom you were looking for, didn't come, but this person instead. I heard that he was here in his younger days... and last time I passed by the Zhao family in Yuyang..."

Zhao Wushuang recounted everything she had seen and heard, and everything she knew, in its entirety.

In this world, Chen Han is not the only smart person. Su Zhenyue's success today is also due to her strategic thinking.

She had already worked with Chen Han to find the Chen family through the information he left at Eagle Falcon Mountain, and had sent people to monitor them secretly. Zhao Wushuang was one of them.

Ultimately, she set her sights on a missing young man named Chen Han, and the critically ill old steward of the Chen family was poisoned by her own men, making him appear as if he were critically ill, all in order to lure Chen Han out.

Logically speaking, cultivators should not kill mortals at will, but that old man did have a long-standing illness and had been overworked in his later years. Anyway, he wouldn't live much longer, so killing him wouldn't attract any attention.

But at this moment, Chen Han didn't get the person he was waiting for; instead, this person arrived.

Su Zhenyue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, pondered, and then, connecting the events this person had caused before, thought about it carefully and realized that there were some coincidences.

Especially that time, the secret order to arrest Chen Yan had only been issued for two days when this so-called "black-faced killer" suddenly appeared... These two events seem unrelated at first glance, but if connected, they become quite intriguing. "This person... you should pay close attention to him, there's definitely something wrong with him, perhaps..."

A glint of light flashed in Su Zhenyue's eyes, her mind racing with calculations. A moment later, a slight smile curved her cherry-red lips. "Perhaps, he is the one I'm looking for."

"The Immortal Master is wise and resourceful; that man named Chen Yan will surely not escape your grasp."

""

Zhao Wushuang immediately offered his earnest flattery.

"Investigate this person thoroughly in secret. Find out everything about him. Also... don't tell anyone else about this except me, not even that guy surnamed Lu."

Su Zhenyue pondered for a moment, then her beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered as if she had made a plan, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Understood, sir."

Zhao Wushuang responded in a deep voice.

"Just in case, swallow this and swear an oath."

Su Zhenyue pulled out a talisman from somewhere, released it with two fingers, and the talisman flew towards Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang, puzzled, took it with both hands and asked, "Immortal Master, what... what is this?"

"Oath Talisman, a little trick just in case. After you swallow it, make an oath, and the talisman will take effect. If you break the oath afterward, you will die on the spot."

Su Zhenyue spoke indifferently, as if she were talking about something trivial.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wushuang's legs went weak.

He died on the spot!

He was certainly loyal to this female immortal master, but... this method was far too cruel. What if he let slip the secret and met his end in the Northwest?

"My lord, this...this, how about we try another way?"

boom!

The next moment, the door to the dark room slammed shut.

Zhao Wushuang was startled and subconsciously glanced back. He then realized he had misspoke and was about to explain when he turned around and saw a sharp sword with a cold glint shooting straight at him. It was unstoppable and reached him in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, Zhao Wushuang's pupils contracted sharply, and he fell backward, but there was no space behind him except for the tightly closed door.

squeak!

The sharp sword pierced straight through the iron gate, embedding itself deeply inside, almost grazing Zhao Wushuang's neck.

Tick-tock, tick-tock~ Zhao Wushuang was still in shock, his face pale with fright. He raised his hand and touched his neck, feeling a shallow bloodstain.

If he had been just half an inch taller, he would already be meeting the King of Hell.

"Three, two..."

""

Su Zhenyue continued what she was doing, grinding ink and drawing talismans, for some reason.

At this moment, her cherry-red lips parted slightly, and a cold, ruthless voice rang out.

"I'll eat it! I'll eat it! Please spare me, Immortal Master!"

Zhao Wushuang immediately realized what was happening and quickly stuffed the yellow talisman that had just fallen to the ground into his mouth and swallowed it hard. He even pounded his chest with his fists, as if that wasn't fast enough.

Zhao Wushuang, a second-level martial artist, was bestowed the title of Divine Constable by the Emperor. He had no worries about food and drink, and indulged in revelry every night. He had both money and power. In other small towns, he would be a powerful figure who could control the world with one hand. Even in the capital, some ministers had to give him some face.

But now, this pathetic scene is happening to him, which is astonishing to watch.

After swallowing the yellow talisman, Zhao Wushuang dared not delay and declared, "I, Zhao Wushuang, swear to Heaven that if I ever speak of the Black-Faced Fiend to anyone, may I be struck by lightning and never be reincarnated!"

"Very well, you can go and get back to work... Oh, and go find me a few handsome young men, and they'd have to be sturdy..."

Since we've finally managed to come to this mortal world for some reason, shouldn't we enjoy ourselves a bit?

"Your subordinate obeys."

At this moment, deep in the mountains, Chen Han stood on a cliff, looking at the token in his hand, his eyes filled with indescribable loneliness.

As the sun set, it painted the sky a fiery red. Chen Han stood alone on the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping his robes around him and making a rustling sound.

His mind was in turmoil: he had not properly repaid Shen Wuren, who had taken him in, and now the old steward who had raised him had died from overwork, and all he could do was see him one last time... He felt extremely guilty about all of this.

In the end, Chen Han stood on the cliff for a long time, just staring blankly into the distance, without moving or saying a word for several hours.

At this moment, in front of the cave, Ding Fan, the young man who originally had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, now had a unkempt beard and disheveled hair after these days of wilderness survival, looking as if he had just been released from prison.

He looked at the figure on the cliff edge and felt a strange pity for him, but then he thought, what's there to pity? This person tortures him every day, making him work six or seven hours a day. It's simply inhumane.

"Stay here and guard this place; I'm going into seclusion for a while."

Before anyone knew it, Chen Han had silently appeared in front of Ding Fan, which startled Ding Fan, who was somewhat distracted. He thought to himself, "Is this person a ghost? He's so fast."

At this moment, Chen Han was expressionless, his tone neither joyful nor sorrowful, unusually calm.

"understood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Han slowly walked into the depths of the cave, leaving the Broken Life Butterflies to rest there, while layers of miasma permeated the cave entrance.

Ding Fan was startled and quickly moved away.

Watching Chen Han's figure gradually disappear into the darkness, he couldn't help but sigh, "What a strange person. He's already so strong, yet he still wants to become even stronger. Isn't he afraid of training himself to death?"