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

"Senior brother, you're lucky. These streets are usually quite peaceful, so it's easy to get around. You just need to walk around like this a few times at night, and you can go home to rest when it's time."

Chen Huaijin walked side by side with Chen Han, talking about the advantages of this job, "If you get tired, you can go to the teahouse to sit for a while... By the way, if you encounter any trivial matters, just send them away. If you encounter the Black Mountain Gang causing trouble, don't worry about it, just report it to your superiors."

"Not bad, in this world, this is really a good job."

Chen Han couldn't help but sigh.

"That's for sure. My Chen family is powerful and influential, far superior to those lowly commoners."

Chen Huaijin wore a smug expression, completely ignoring the common people around him who were listening.

Chen Han was speechless after hearing these words.

"High-ranking officials and nobles, peddlers and laborers—survival of the fittest and elimination of the weak are the rules of this chaotic world. All I can do is take care of myself; what others do is none of my business."

"Speaking of which, senior brother, you're so young and you've already reached the level of mastering internal strength, and you're even about to reach the level of mastering the ultimate realm. That's too strong. How did you do it?"

Seeing his senior's admiring expression, Chen Han said, "Just study hard and practice diligently..."

Just then, three strong men walked towards them, dressed in the same clothes as the Chen family.

"My two junior brothers..."

The man walking in front was a big, burly man with an unfriendly gaze. Wherever he went, the common people would automatically make way for him. This man was Chen Shanzhen, the grandson of Chen Shanhe.

Chen Shanzhen was quite annoyed when he learned that Chen Han had accepted his grandfather's offer of a job but then refused, believing that Chen Han was deliberately playing a trick on his elders.

Just now, I happened to see Chen Han patrolling the streets, and I had the idea of ​​revenge.

He looked at Chen Han with disdain. Seeing that the man was half a head shorter than him, he felt even more confident and spoke with a bit more arrogance.

"Is this how you patrol the streets at such a leisurely pace? Can't you walk faster? And this lazy manner, what kind of behavior is this? You're making the family lose all face!"

Chen Shanzhen lectured the passersby without any politeness, his spittle flying everywhere.

"It's Senior Brother Shanzhen! Hehehe, it's because I've been lazy. I'll hurry up, I'll hurry up."

Chen Huaijin looked timid and hesitant, not daring to raise his head even slightly, appearing extremely humble.

He dared not have a conflict with this person, who was the head of one of the three major branches of the family, Chen Shanhe's grandson. Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to offend him.

"Junior Brother Han, didn't you hear me?"

Chen Shanzhen then turned his attention to Chen Han, who was the target of his suppression this time.

"You idiot, who do you think you are, daring to tell me how to do things..."

Chen Han remained expressionless, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow, showing no regard whatsoever for this young master of the Chen family.

Chen Shanzhen's eyes widened in anger. As the beloved grandson of Chen Shanhe's family elder, no one had ever dared to insult him like that. He was furious.

Seeing this, Chen Huaijin subtly tugged at Chen Han's sleeve and spoke in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Chen Han, I know you have a high talent for martial arts, but I advise you not to get into a fight with this person. Although he is a martial artist with internal strength like you, he comes from a wealthy family and his physique is much better than ours."

Are you stronger than me?

Chen Han found it amusing. His body had been repeatedly consumed by strange beasts through his health-preserving exercises, exhausting itself time and time again. It had accumulated a terrifying weight of at least a hundred kilograms before his bones and muscles were reshaped and he was reborn.

His physical strength had been gradually enhanced through repeated tempering with the flesh of exotic beasts to a level that ordinary martial artists could not match.

Chen Shanzhen, on the other hand, only practiced his fist techniques with the daily medicinal soup and less than half an ounce of exotic beast meat. He was far from reaching the level of tempering. How could he be compared to him?

Moreover, Chen Shanzhen is already twenty-eight years old. His talent for internal strength at the age of twenty-eight is incomparable to his proficiency panel.

Chen Han remained unconcerned and expressionless, making Chen Shanzhen appear even more like a clown.

"Chen Han..."

Chen Shanzhen clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, wishing he could punch Chen Han in the face right then and there to teach him a lesson.

"Senior Brother Shanzhen, calm down. This is not the place to fight. We can beat this brat up when we get back to the manor."

Chen Shanzhen's friend immediately tried to stop him.

"Alright, when we get back to my residence, I'll come to your house and have a good talk with you, so you can stop being so arrogant... Let's go!"

With that, Chen Shanzhen led the two men away.

"oops!"

Just as the group turned around, they bumped into a little girl coming from the opposite direction. The girl was holding lotus soup that she had just bought, and it spilled all over Chen Shanzhen's clothes.

Yellow and green hues clung to it, and the scalding heat of the freshly baked oven made him gasp involuntarily.

Chen Shanzhen was furious. He had just made some harsh remarks to Chen Han, but he lost face in just a few seconds.

"Where did this wild brat come from? Doesn't he know where he's going? Are his eyes inside a dog's belly?!"

He immediately yelled at the little girl, his eyes fierce, which frightened her so much that she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Chen Shanzhen showed no pity whatsoever and continued to roar, "What are you crying for? Where are your parents? Do they know how much this dress cost...?"

Seeing his family members behave this way, Chen Han's eyes flashed with displeasure.

"It seems even among our own people, there are those who bully others by taking advantage of their power."

Chen Han naturally couldn't stand by and watch this situation escalate, and was about to speak up to stop it when a familiar voice rang out, incredibly old and chilling.

"Who are you calling a wild boy...?"

It was the old man Chen Han had seen a few days ago, the one who had fought to the death with Aunt Xue'er using his palm.

At this moment, he appeared behind Chen Shanzhen without anyone noticing. A wrinkled hand rested on his shoulder, and messy hair obscured most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression. However, his eyes were sinister and ghostly!

Chen Shanhe was stunned for a moment, feeling a strange sense of awe and his heart pounding wildly.

He tried to break free, but the old hand was like an iron clamp, firmly pinning his entire body to the spot.

For a moment, he was drenched in cold sweat, felt his soul leave his body, and even his breathing froze.

Clearly, the person behind him had murderous intent. For the first time, Chen Shanzhen felt death was so close, as if his life would be mercilessly taken away at any moment.

The opponent's strength is terrifying; it has reached the peak of the Transformation Realm!

"Senior, I am from the Chen family, a family of martial arts practitioners. I am the grandson of Elder Chen Shanhe. My grandfather is a martial artist. Senior, you cannot kill me."

Chen Shanhe said tremblingly, having never experienced hardship since childhood, he had never encountered such a scene before. He had only yelled at a little brat, but who would have thought he had provoked such a tough opponent.

The two people beside Chen Shanzhen were so frightened by his aura that they kept their distance, not daring to utter a single word, let alone try to stop him.

"Warrior?"

The old man's voice was low and mocking, "Martial artists are very powerful... Yes, martial artists are indeed very powerful, but you can't complain about them..."