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

Chen Feng was visibly taken aback, wondering if he had misheard.

As the clan leader and head of the family, he naturally knew every martial artist in the clan, and Chen Han was one of them.

This young man has good aptitude and talent for martial arts. He has met him a few times, and the young man has even come to him to ask him some questions about martial arts.

I do have some impression of it.

However, during a trip to handle family affairs, he was ambushed by hostile forces and suffered severe injuries to his bones and muscles. The clan doctor told him that he would never be able to practice martial arts again.

He was so worried when he heard the news that he lost his appetite and couldn't sleep at night.

Now, after many days, he heard the boy's name again, and in this way, which made him very curious.

"Let's go take a look."

He stood up abruptly and hurried toward the gate.

The Chen family has a large population, totaling over three thousand people, divided into sixteen branches. Four hundred people live in the family and are under its protection, while the rest are not of much use and are assigned to make a living on their own.

Before long, the two arrived at the gate one after the other. Upon seeing the scene before them, they remained silent for a long time.

Chen Han had already stepped through the gate and arrived at the front courtyard of the Chen family. He was surrounded by a large group of Chen family guards who were beaten and unable to get up.

At this moment, Chen Han had one hand firmly gripping the wrist of one of the martial artists with hidden strength. With just a little force, the man's arm would break off, and blood and flesh would splatter everywhere.

"Chen Han..."

Chen Feng spoke softly, his voice carrying an air of authority without anger.

At this moment, a number of clansmen had gathered in the front courtyard to watch the spectacle. They looked at Chen Han with suspicion and pointed at him.

"Isn't that Chen Han? Wasn't he supposed to be crippled and unable to practice martial arts anymore?"

"That's right, that's the conclusion reached by Elder Mo himself after examination. Could this Chen Han be an imposter?"

"One, two, three, four... twelve! No way! Chen Han single-handedly took down two teams of guards, and he even seemed to have some strength left to spare! How is that possible?!"

Chen Han turned around and met the gaze of Chen Feng, the clan head, before releasing the wrist of the guard who was in excruciating pain beneath him.

He bowed respectfully, saying, "Master of the family."

"Chen Han, explain to me what's going on."

Chen Han straightened up, his gaze calm. "This is what happened. I came to see the old steward and asked these elders to help me inform them, but they seemed unwilling and even deliberately made things difficult for me, insulting me. I couldn't hold back and taught them a lesson."

Chen Han spoke eloquently and casually, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

This scene caused quite a stir among the Chen family members around them, their expressions quite interesting.

"That brat Chen Han is so arrogant. Just wait and see if the patriarch will make him suffer."

"These guards usually act arrogantly and haughty towards ordinary people. They're no good. But could it be that Chen Han has gotten some kind of good fortune? Why did he leave like a stray dog ​​and return so powerful?"

"Chen Han is so handsome."

It was only after someone said that everyone belatedly noticed Chen Han's chiseled face.

He was dressed in a neat brown outfit, with short, smart hair, striking eyebrows, bright eyes, and an upright posture, exuding the air of a chivalrous knight-errant.

Even some of the men were taken aback, showing a hint of amazement.

"lesson?"

Chen Feng's eyes were full of surprise and doubt. "Your injury has healed?"

Chen Feng didn't care at all about the guards who were quite old and could no longer make any progress in their martial arts. All his attention and curiosity were focused on Chen Han's well-proportioned and muscular body, which clearly belonged to a martial artist.

This was a young genius who had successfully mastered the hidden strength technique at the age of eighteen. Compared to his current situation, the petty troubles of these people were obviously insignificant.

At this moment, a beautiful figure in a corner of the crowd quietly watched Chen Han, her gaze fixed on him with an uncertain expression.

What's going on with this kid?

This person was none other than Chen Qiuyu, who had previously inflicted great humiliation on Chen Han.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were fixed on Chen Han, then swept over the fallen warriors around him, and she felt a strange mix of emotions.

"Impossible! Broken bones and torn tendons, there's no possibility of him ever practicing martial arts again—that's the conclusion given by Elder Mo, the clan physician... Perhaps he only recovered somewhat after taking some strange medicine, regaining a small amount of strength."

Chen Qiuyu comforted herself, hoping that the situation would not develop in the direction she had imagined.

The news spread quickly within the clan, and many people came to see what was going on.

Among them were the heads of the three major branches of the Chen family. They looked at each other, and all of them saw the joy and hostility in each other's eyes.

If Chen Han recovers, he can return to the path of martial arts. He is a rare and promising talent, and these three old guys will naturally fight over him, perhaps even to the point of a physical fight.

This is no exaggeration. Soon after was the family martial arts competition, and the Chen family martial arts disciples controlled by the three families were almost evenly matched.

It can be said that if Chen Han makes a miraculous comeback, he will be the key to determining the final outcome of the martial arts competition.

Whichever faction wins him over is most likely to be the ultimate winner, and will intercept the most family martial arts training resources in the next five years.

Just as the group was secretly plotting their schemes, the old steward arrived after hearing the commotion. Seeing the mess and Chen Han, he was initially puzzled, but then his fingers trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

His eyes widened, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Nephew, you, what is this...?"

His aged face and familiar figure immediately caught Chen Han's attention.

Chen Han gave him a deep look, smiled, and did not respond to the clan leader.

He went straight to an open-air training ground in the front yard. In front of him was an iron stake as thick as a water bucket, with thick ropes tied to it, which looked quite sturdy.

Even after being bombarded countless times by martial arts practitioners, it remains completely straight, without bending in the slightest, standing upright like a pine or cypress.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd began to murmur, "I understand, this kid is going to perform a set of boxing techniques to prove that he has returned to the path of martial arts."

"It's already quite impressive. From a cripple who couldn't even lift chopsticks to now defeating twelve Ming Jin martial artists, his talent is truly exceptional."

"Chen Han, you don't need to do this. Just tell me directly how you are feeling..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Han, with his lips tightly pressed together, mustered all his strength, took a step forward, spread his five fingers and clenched his fist tightly, and then slammed his fist into the iron stake!

A squeak! A piercing, teeth-grinding sound rang out, and the Chen family, who had been chattering and offering their opinions, suddenly froze in shock. For a moment, you could hear a pin drop.

The three branch leaders stared wide-eyed, wishing they could tie Chen Han up on the spot.

Even Chen Feng, the well-informed head of the Chen family, was momentarily stunned.

When they came to their senses, several breaths had passed.

Chen Han bent the iron stake with a single punch!

This is the power of a fist that only those who have reached the pinnacle of enlightenment possess!