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

"Li Muyun, do you know what you're doing?!"

For a moment, Master Li was caught off guard. He never expected that his usually gentle and weak daughter would do something so extreme.

"I don't want to get married!"

Li Muyun spoke without any hesitation.

Master Li finally panicked. Compared to his deep feelings, the interests of the Li family clearly made him dare not act rashly.

"Alright, let's leave this matter aside for now. Put the knife down."

Master Li's voice carried a hint of pleading.

Li Muyun was already in a state of agitation, her hands were trembling. After a while, she looked at the heartbroken look in Li Yuanwai's eyes and then relaxed her hands, slowly putting down the knife that reflected a cold glint.

She didn't say anything more and left without looking back, leaving only Master Li in the dark hall.

He sat alone, the tea in front of him already mostly cold. After a while, he called over the steward, gave him a look, and the steward leaned in to listen.

Only then did Master Li's gaze turn icy and devoid of emotion as he whispered in a voice barely audible to the two of them, "Tonight, slip some sleeping potion into Mu Yun's food... and send it to the Zhao family..."

Remember to remind them about the martial arts manual they promised me... don't go back on your word...

Meanwhile, at one of the Black Mountain Gang's strongholds.

"Boss Black, we've got it all figured out!"

Both the well-proportioned and muscular Black Knife and Dead Knife looked at their subordinates who had come to report.

Black Blade is at the peak of Ming Jin (manifest strength) Qi and blood, just one step away from breaking through to An Jin (dark strength) and becoming a top-notch master.

If he succeeds in breaking through, he can rise to a high position in the Black Mountain Gang, have more manpower, and enjoy a more luxurious life, with money and women at his fingertips.

Wang Dao was a true master of internal strength, whose mere aura was enough to instill fear.

This man usually likes to hang out with Black Knife; the two are like brothers, sharing a deep bond.

The two men's sinister gazes fell on the subordinate at the same time, and the latter felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end, as if he were being stared at by two ferocious tigers.

"Is it that person?"

Black Knife asked.

"Yes...yes, it's the guy who broke into your stronghold three months ago and killed several of our brothers!"

Memories flooded back, Black Knife's pupils contracted, he suddenly stood up, twirled his long sword in a flourish, the blade flashing like a shadow, and with a snap, it was sheathed at his waist in the blink of an eye.

He moved a few steps closer to the man, his voice like that of a demon from the depths of hell, "What is this person's background?"

"Chen Han was once a martial arts master of the Chen family with hidden strength. Later, he was tricked by a hostile force and his bones were broken, so he could no longer practice martial arts. It seems that the Marquis also had a grudge against this kid. He failed to ambush him several times, and this kid survived."

"Hou...Chun, that good-for-nothing."

"Where is Chen Han?"

"Next to the Daliang Inn on the west side of the inner city."

Black Knife and Dead Knife exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other's meaning: "Gather the brothers, capture this brat alive, and execute him by a thousand cuts!"

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the group, and they pounced menacingly towards the Daliang Inn on the west side of the inner city.

Daring to storm their stronghold and kill their brothers was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Black Mountain Gang. This man deserved to suffer a fate worse than death to vent his anger.

"Get the hell out of my sight, you old geezer!"

"If you bastards keep hanging around like that, I'll chop you up!"

"What are you looking at? Don't you want your eyes anymore...?"

A group of fierce-looking men finally arrived at Chen Han's residence and surrounded him. They glared angrily and berated the passing civilians as if they were pigs or dogs.

The common people fled as if they were avoiding a plague, showing no interest in watching the spectacle and fearing they might get infected in any way.

Before long, the streets were deserted.

"My late master, this is it!"

Black Blade and Death Blade lived up to their names, both carrying a long blade.

Black Blade was once a swordsman from another country. He came to Black Lion City and committed all sorts of evil deeds. He would wipe out entire families at the slightest provocation. His black blade was as fast as a shadow and as swift as the wind. At the same level, he could leave his opponents helpless.

Wang Dao, who belongs to the same country as Hei Dao, is even more wicked than Hei Dao. While Hei Dao kills when he's unhappy, Wang Dao is unhappy if he doesn't kill!

Hundreds and thousands of innocent lives were lost under his blade; he was a heinous and utterly wicked demon!

Black Knife, his face dark, raised his head, a few strands of hair obscuring his eyes. "You five, go in and drag that kid out."

"no problem."

Upon hearing this, five martial arts experts strode forward and kicked the door open, plunging the room into complete darkness, where one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

He's about to die and he's still sleeping!

The five men paid no heed and strode inside, their figures disappearing completely into the darkness.

Inside the room, in the darkness, Chen Han was shirtless, his muscles as hard as a rock. His breathing was steady and even, and his eyes slowly opened, revealing a gloomy and inscrutable gaze.

In the darkness, the five men spotted him simultaneously, their faces showing mockery, as if they were looking at a dying wild dog.

"So you're Chen Han, kid?"

Chen Han remained silent, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The burly man chuckled and reached out to grab Chen Han by the neck, intending to drag him out like a dead dog.

But the next moment, instead of retreating, the other party stepped forward and punched him hard in the center of his chest.

A dull thud... The burly man collapsed to the ground, his body twitching twice before becoming still.

The remaining four watched as the giant's pupils slowly dilated, lost their color, and finally, he breathed his last.

Dead?

One punch to kill a Ming Jin martial artist!!!

They stood there, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets. How could this be?!

The scene before them was beyond their comprehension.

"Sir, please let me go. I was just here to go through the motions; I didn't do it on purpose."

One person reacted very quickly, immediately begging for mercy with a pained expression.

Chen Han smiled, his voice chilling, like the Grim Reaper descending upon the world, "It's alright, just be more careful in your next life..."

At that moment, the group of Black Mountain gangsters outside the door heard a scream, and then a bear-like man crashed through the window like a cannonball, flying dozens of feet away and crashing heavily against the wall next to him.

The person remained motionless, his eyes unblinking, and even his struggles failed before his breathing stopped.

Inside, silence returned.

Although Black Knife and Death Knife didn't understand why, they still didn't take it seriously.

"You...keep going."

"Yes."

Seeing such a tragic scene, the group was filled with fear, but as people in the martial world, they had no choice but to muster their courage and rush over together.

Among the dozen or so people were men who had not yet knocked on the gate, as well as martial arts masters who had already knocked on the gate, but without exception, they were all evil people who followed the Black Mountain Gang to suck people's blood and crush their bones.

At that moment, they entered the house one after another, disappearing into the darkness. Then, there was a scream, followed by silence.

"Isn't he no longer able to practice martial arts?"

As their numbers dwindled, Black Knife and Death Knife finally realized something was wrong.

"All of you, attack at once..."

Black Knife gave the order, but the remaining half hesitated and wavered.

Stab it!

With a flash of light, one of them was decapitated before he even realized it, and blood gushed out.

"I'll say it one last time... Go!"

The group finally dared not disobey and all rushed forward.

People kept entering through the doors and windows, and suddenly, miserable wails and screams filled the air. There were no shouts, no words, just like a one-sided massacre, making one wonder if they were in the deepest hell!

Finally... it's quiet.

Black Knife and Dead Knife's hearts were in their throats. Finally, a man came out of the house. He was one of their men, a strong and powerful martial artist.

His features were contorted in horror, his pupils almost shrinking to the size of pinpoints, as if he had seen the Grim Reaper in prison!

He was covered in blood and trembling as he tried to escape, but suddenly a hand pierced through him from behind.

His strong and muscular body fell straight to the ground, revealing the figure behind him.

His body was covered in blood, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Chen Han is now in a killing frenzy!