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

"Teacher, you're amazing! You broke a wooden stake as thick as a water bucket with just one punch."

Chen Han stood with his hands behind his back. "Practice hard. This is my limit. In the near future, you will be stronger than me."

Chen Hanhong calmly and without batting an eye was making empty promises to Li Mubai.

"Yes, teacher."

Chen Han observed Li Mubai and saw that his muscles were already taking shape, his skin was dark, his eyes were bright and piercing, and he seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

Over the past four months, Li Mubai has been training diligently, practicing horse stance and standing meditation every day, and has already laid a solid foundation for martial arts training.

"Hmm, not bad, your blood and energy are abundant and your spirit is high. Today, I will officially begin teaching you the Chen family's unique skill - the Mountain-Breaking Fist."

The long-awaited words finally came from Chen Han's mouth, and Li Mubai was instantly filled with fighting spirit, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"good!"

He's had enough of practicing stances and horse stances over the past few months!

"Mountain-Breaking Fist, as the name suggests, is a fist that can shatter a mountain!"

Chen Han gripped the ground with both feet, his gaze sharp, and delivered a steady punch without any technique, striking the wooden stake.

"Your stance must be stable! Your punches must be even more stable!"

As he spoke, he threw several punches in succession, each one steady. Suddenly, at a certain moment, he took half a step forward and exerted his strength, doubling the power of this punch!

However, Chen Han remained steady, and even after such a fierce attack, he was still able to move freely, both offensively and defensively.

"Combat is about constantly finding the opponent's weaknesses and minimizing your own weaknesses during the battle."

Chen Han's attacks were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, his body constantly changing. He used heavy punches, light punches, blocks, and dodges. In the blink of an eye, his fighting moves dazzled Li Mubai.

Li Mubai watched with trepidation. He felt that Chen Han was like a mountain, his figure was too stable, like a pine tree that would never fall.

He now finally understood why Chen Han had him practice horse stance on the very first day.

This is the foundation of the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

After finishing a set of boxing techniques, Chen Han was also a little out of breath.

"My body hasn't fully recovered yet; my strength and energy are still far from sufficient. The Mountain-Breaking Fist technique is too powerful and heavy for me to practice right now."

"You watch and learn, I'll do it slowly once."

Then, Chen Han guided Chen Mubai step by step until the sun set. Chen Mubai finally learned the whole set of boxing techniques and began to imitate the movements. From being clumsy at the beginning, he was now able to make them look somewhat decent.

Chen Han couldn't help but sigh that Li Mubai's comprehension was almost on par with Chen Lei's.

Back home, Chen Han went to the small courtyard shared by the three families and began practicing Tai Chi health exercises as usual.

"Oh, it's Chen Han. I thought it was someone else."

Aunt Wang next door said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"If you ask me, stop messing around with these weird martial arts all day. It's like a girl dancing. Why don't you let my Tiger teach you a few moves? It's not expensive, I'll only charge you five taels of silver."

Aunt Wang's son, Lu Xiaohu, is a martial arts student at the Wuxing Martial Arts School in the city. He is a Ming Jin martial artist, but not particularly outstanding.

This family often boasted about their son to their neighbors. Whenever they heard praise and flattery, they would raise their heads with an arrogant and smug look on their faces.

"Auntie, you're joking. I'm just practicing casually for health. Xiao Hu is strong and healthy; I'm even afraid of his legs."

The Wuxing Martial Arts School doesn't train fists, it trains legs!

This martial arts school is known for its invisible leg technique, which often catches opponents off guard, making it one of the more famous martial arts schools in Black Lion City.

But Chen Han didn't consider this a significant role.

"Hehe, that's true."

Aunt Wang, without the slightest embarrassment, flashed her big yellow teeth and agreed.

"You shouldn't drink anymore, we don't have much money left at home."

Just then, cries came from across the hall; it was the young couple.

"Get lost. Black Lion might get trampled to pieces by those damn red spiders one day. What's wrong with me having a drink? It's better to die from drinking or starvation than to be swallowed whole by those red spiders."

During this time, Chen Han also gained a general understanding of the young couple.

The woman is gentle and virtuous, while the man is violent and often beats his wife. After learning about the Red Spider incident, he knew he was powerless to escape, so he simply gave up on himself and spent his days drinking heavily.

"Oh, how pitiful, how pitiful."

Aunt Wang glanced at the room filled with the smell of alcohol, seemed to be thinking of something unpleasant, sighed, and went back inside.

Chen Han didn't care much. There were people in this world who were even more wicked than this fat man. This kind of thing didn't stir any waves in his heart. It wasn't that he was heartless, but that he had long been used to it.

He ignored it, took out a dried meat strip from his pocket and ate it. This was jerky he made from the meat of a strange beast.

Whenever he felt his Qi and blood were depleted from practicing Tai Chi health exercises, he would take out this one to eat and replenish it.

When Chen Han cultivated to a high level, his mind became as clear as a mirror, and all things in the world seemed to disappear from his sight. He had fallen into a state of selflessness.

He was startled by a knock on the door. Looking up, he saw a tall, burly man with a fierce look in his eyes.

It's the Black Mountain Gang again.

The Black Mountain Gang's influence in Black Lion City is ubiquitous. Apart from a few powerful and wealthy individuals, almost every household has to pay a certain amount of "peace money."

As long as they remain in Black Lion City, they will have to pay the peace money.

The people living in the inner city were no exception.

Chen Han instantly put on a smiling face, bent down and went to open the door.

"As usual, half a tael of silver is required as a peace fee. If you don't pay, you won't be 'safe'."

The burly man spoke with a pointed meaning.

"Hehe, sir, you're joking. You can cut corners on anything, but you absolutely cannot cut corners on safety."

At this moment, the other two families who heard the commotion also came out, forcing smiles as they handed over the silver, their faces humble and ingratiating, as if they wanted to kneel down on the spot.

Aunt Wang, who usually glared at people with her nose in her nose, changed her attitude completely. She was a far cry from her previous arrogant and domineering self. She was all smiles, asking after people's well-being.

On the other side was a frail woman, not particularly attractive, with red-rimmed eyes, clearly having just cried.

After collecting the money, the burly man didn't leave. Instead, he asked Chen Han, "What were you practicing that you were so focused on?"

"It's nothing, just some cheap stuff I bought from a stall to nourish my body."

"Heh, I knew it! With your physique, I'd never guess you, a peasant, would want to practice martial arts!"

The burly man pinched Chen Han's cheek hard as he spoke, chuckling wickedly, "If you're short of money, just tell me. Your wife can fetch a lot of money. If you can't bear to part with her... you can sell her tonight too."

"No, no..."

Chen Han's facial muscles twitched, then he suppressed the murderous intent that welled up in his heart.

Just then, a cool autumn breeze blew by, and the burly man shivered. He casually wiped away the disgusting, sticky substance flowing from his nose and then wiped it on Chen Han's clothes with a look of disgust.

He then smiled at him and left.

What he didn't notice was that, despite the freezing weather, Chen Han was dressed even less than him, yet he seemed to be wearing nothing in the bone-chilling wind.

Chen Han glanced at the disgusting things on his clothes, his face expressionless. Only four words lingered in his mind: "Take control of your destiny!"