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

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable!

Name: Chen Han

Lifespan: 20/110

[Skill: Breaking Mountain Fist (Minor Mastery) 95/100]

[Skill: Tai Chi Health Preservation Exercise (Proficient) 1/500]

During his seclusion, Chen Han mastered Tai Chi health cultivation, successfully reshaping his bones and muscles and undergoing a complete transformation. This was not just a normal recovery, but an unprecedented physical enhancement.

He had known for a long time that this martial art was not simple, but now it seems that this skill is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

Secondly, there is the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

Beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels correspond to Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), and Hua Jin (transformative strength).

Chen Han originally couldn't unleash such a powerful punch, but his body had been strengthened through layers of health cultivation techniques. With this enhancement, he only needed to exert 95% of his strength in this punch.

The old steward beamed with joy, his face radiating happiness and satisfaction.

Chen Qiuyu, standing to the side, had a livid face; her usually stunningly beautiful and aloof appearance was now quite unpleasant.

"This... Chen Han, come with me."

Clan Chief Chen Feng had some questions he couldn't ask on the spot. From a cripple with broken bones to a powerful expert who could deliver a punch comparable to a master of internal energy, the secrets behind this young man were certainly not simple.

"Alright, but Chieftain, could you please arrange for someone to settle my family first?"

Chen Feng waved his hand and said to the old steward, "Uncle Zhang, please make the arrangements. From now on, they are members of the Chen family and must be treated well."

"Yes, I understand."

The old steward responded, nodding to Shen Yue and her group with a kind smile, and then looking at Chen Han with a gratified expression.

Chen Han nodded in response.

But as he was about to leave, Shen Wan'er ran up to him and asked, "Husband, do you still remember that scoundrel's wife next door?"

Chen Han thought of the frail woman who was frequently beaten by the drunk fat man.

"I remember, so what?"

"She helped the family a lot while you were gone. She's a good person, but yesterday she was sold to the Black Mountain Gang by that villain. I think we have some money left over now, and I want to go and redeem her."

Chen Han smiled and thought to himself that his wife was truly beautiful inside and out.

"Suit yourself. I'm not what I used to be, and I don't need those few taels of silver."

After saying these words, Chen Han couldn't help but marvel at his current strength, having become a powerful martial artist comparable to a master at the Transcendent Realm at the age of twenty.

There's no shortage of money.

In the past, he only dared to think about it, but now it has all become a reality.

The daughter-in-law won't have to swing the big pot all day, the little sister will no longer lose her voice from eating coarse rice, and if Shen Wuren hadn't died, perhaps we could pull some strings to bring him back.

All of this is because he has become powerful.

In this cannibalistic world, if he had been mediocre and had given up after that brush with death, Shen Yue's family might have been torn apart by the Black Mountain Gang, with some dying and others being sold off.

"You don't need to go in person. Just tell the servants about this tomorrow and have them handle it."

The Chen family had many servants who did laundry and cooked for the martial artists, and now he was the Chen family's darling, so his relatives naturally had their own servants to take care of him.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wan'er, being a commoner, was momentarily stunned.

Chen Han chuckled lightly, turned around, and followed the clan leader.

Upon entering the secret room, Chen Han and Chen Feng sat facing each other.

"Chen Han, tell me, what exactly happened?"

Chen Han didn't have much to hide. Being overly cautious would backfire. As long as he didn't expose his proficiency panel, it would be fine.

Then, Chen Han roughly recounted his martial arts training journey after leaving his family, but deliberately omitted everything about the proficiency panel, attributing it all to his talent.

In short, I am an exceptionally talented genius, and you must nurture me well in the future.

"So that's how it is. I never imagined that this so-called Tai Chi health exercise would have such miraculous effects. As the clan leader, I have been ignorant."

The clan chief sighed.

"By the way, clan leader, I have something to attend to tonight, I need to go out for a bit."

"What is it? Should I send someone to accompany you?"

Chen Han smiled faintly. "No need. It's just killing someone..."

Chen Feng knew that Chen Han was going to find Hou Chun from the Black Mountain Gang.

Although he was worried about Chen Han's safety, he also knew that Chen Han's ability to climb out of such a desperate situation meant that he must be mature and had a mindset that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Moreover, martial arts are killing techniques; without honing one's skills through combat and self-improvement, how can one grow?

"It's up to you, but always remember, the Black Mountain Gang is powerful, so be very careful. Also, as I taught you, if you're going to do something, do it cleanly and leave no survivors."

The clan leader is currently only a second-step martial artist, one major realm and two minor realms higher than him.

The strongest member of the Chen family is the previous patriarch, who was a first-level martial arts master!

In their eyes, his matter was nothing more than a minor incident. Even if the Black Mountain Gang really came knocking on his door, it wouldn't cause too much of a commotion. A little money and an apology would suffice.

Just like when Chen Han was bullied by Hou Chun, the old steward, who was practically family, might take it a little more seriously, but he couldn't cause too much of a stir; he would only issue a verbal warning.

People at Chen Feng's level might not even care, wouldn't bother to give you a second glance, let alone stand up for you.

That's just the way it is; this is the tragedy of ordinary people at the bottom of society.

"Of course I understand..."

At this very moment, in a small outpost of the Black Mountain Gang in the outer city.

"What?!"

Hou Chun exclaimed in shock, his lips trembling, "Black Knife and Dead Knife are both dead! One was an open-handed fighter, the other an invisible one... Has anyone found out who killed them?"

"I...I don't know. Their bodies are still lying in the street. I can tell they were all beaten to death by the Mountain-Breaking Fist."

"Mountain-Breaking Fist?"

Hou Chun recalled that a few days ago, Hei Dao and Wang Dao's confidants had come to find him and asked him some questions about that kid Chen Han.

When Hou Chun heard that this man had broken into their stronghold and killed several of his brothers, he laughed out loud, mocking him for believing that a commoner could do such a thing.

He followed the clue and thought of someone. Suddenly, his hand went limp, and the bowl full of wine fell and shattered on the ground.

"Master Xiong! Master Xiong was also killed by the Mountain-Breaking Fist!"

Although Chen Han faked the accident scene to make it look like Xiong Li and that person had died together, the injuries could be hidden from ordinary people, but not from martial arts practitioners.

"Master Xiong used to be in charge of that area..."

"Coincidence! Yes, it's a coincidence. It's not like Chen Han is the only one who knows the Mountain-Breaking Fist."

"wrong!!!"

He suddenly trembled, his eyes flashing with terror, "A derivative move of the Mountain-Breaking Fist—Two Yang Finger!"

Some of Xiong Li's group died from this move. Coincidentally, on the day Chen Han moved into the inner city, Black Knife's men were also killed by this move.

It matches up!

"Someone, prepare the carriage!"

Hou Chun reacted quickly and immediately thought of escaping. Just then, a figure crashed through the door like a cannonball, slammed heavily against the wall, and then twitched weakly twice before dying.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look.

Outside the door, there was a scene of chaos. Several of his men lay sprawled on the ground, blood and gore everywhere. A gust of wind carried the strong stench of blood.

At the same time, he also saw a figure whose face was covered by a black veil, making it impossible to see the person's features. The person walked slowly towards him with unhurried steps.

"It's you!"