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

"Please wait a moment, young master, I'll be right there."

Sure enough, the sound of wind and thunder was too loud, causing the maid not to hear it.

For some reason, Wu Duan let out a long sigh of relief.

Before long, a maidservant gracefully arrived and lit the small lamp on Wu Duan's desk.

"That's settled then, you may go now."

Wu Duan was a little sleepy and planned to go to sleep soon, but having all the lights on was a bit daunting.

After the maid left, Wu Duan was alone in the room again. He opened several portraits, each with the name of the person depicted.

Based on the clues, he meticulously analyzed the situation and, after careful consideration, finally focused his attention on one person.

"Chen Han".

He murmured the name and found the corresponding portrait.

A somewhat familiar face appeared before him.

"This is..."

Wu Duan's pupils shrank instantly, and he was greatly shocked!

That's right, the person in the portrait is the same kid he saw the night before last.

At this moment, Wu Duan was absolutely certain that this person was the devil who had killed more than fifty thugs of the Black Mountain Gang overnight.

Recalling that he had told this person he would arrest him, could this person have already decided to kill him?

Oh no...

He suddenly felt like he was playing with fire, and at the same time, as if he had realized something, he broke out in a cold sweat and his hair stood on end.

At the same time, a pair of deep, dark eyes appeared behind him.

This person was Chen Han. His eyes were cold and sharp, like a ghost, appearing behind Wu Duan without warning.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, unleashing power from within, like a silent thunderclap.

The latter was, after all, a martial artist of the Transformation Realm, and his reaction was not slow. He had already taken action when he realized something was wrong.

Knowing he had no time to defend himself, he simply shifted his body to the side and suddenly dodged to the other side.

This sudden movement caused Chen Han's punch aimed at the head to land on nothing.

He immediately switched to attacking other parts of the body.

Wu Duan was forced to defend himself repeatedly after being ambushed like this, but the man's attack was really fierce. He held his breath tightly, afraid that he would be killed on the spot if he was not careful.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat often hinges on a single moment.

At this moment, looking at Chen Han, he was still dressed in black, with a black veil hat on his head.

Behind the black veil, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his fists moved with tremendous force, attacking Wu Duan with several moves per second. Each move was ruthless, aiming directly at vital points such as the eyes, throat, and heart.

A prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. At a certain moment, Chen Han seized the opportunity and launched a powerful kick.

The latter's pupils contracted, realizing that this was going to cause his head to explode, and he quickly used his arms to block it.

snort!

He groaned and staggered back several steps. Just as he was relieved that he could call for help after creating some distance, Chen Han tensed his right hand and a black silver needle appeared.

Two-Finger Divine Skill!

The next moment, the silver needle shot towards Wu Duan at an astonishing speed, passing right through his body in an instant.

Like a flash of cold light, it disappeared in an instant!

Wu Duan suddenly felt a chill in his chest, like being splashed by rain, which vanished in an instant.

Immediately, he sensed something was wrong and tore off his clothes. Sure enough, a small patch of terrifying blackness was spreading at an alarming speed, and at the same time, an inexplicable sense of powerlessness rose from within.

Without a doubt, this is highly poisonous!

Wu Duan felt a great tremor in his heart and immediately stopped his practice, doing his best to reduce the flow of qi and blood.

"Good sir, I'm just doing this for money. Let me go, and I'll find a lowly commoner to take your place and get you out of this mess."

"Sorry, you know too much..."

Chen Han remained unmoved and ruthless, continuing his attack on Wu Duan.

"Good sir! Let's discuss this again..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Han beat him to death with a flurry of punches.

"If I don't kill you, I'll die, so you'd be better off dead. Even though you haven't offended me, your mistake was meddling in everything..."

"Brother, it's time to take your medicine."

Just then, the door opened, and a pretty young maidservant pushed open the door and walked in carrying a bowl of medicine. Her eyes were fixed on the bowl, and her movements were very careful.

Chen Han had already sensed something was wrong. The little maid had just entered the room when he knocked her unconscious with a karate chop. Her eyes rolled back and she fell backward into the pool.

At that moment, a thunderstorm arrived, and the water had already submerged the soles of our shoes.

Chen Han felt a pang of pity, so he picked up the little maid and made her lie down in the room.

If this young girl were left outside, she would likely freeze to death in the night, or if someone found her, she might fall seriously ill the next day and die young.

Chen Han doesn't consider himself a good person, but he's not the heinous villain the Black Mountain Gang claims he is.

No matter how many members of the Black Mountain Gang die, he will applaud them from behind the scenes, but if an innocent civilian dies, he can only offer his condolences.

Chen Han approached Wu Duan, searched him thoroughly, and then picked him up. He naturally wouldn't leave a corpse here, especially one that had been poisoned.

He knew that the more clues he had, the more dangerous it would be.

The best way is to burn it to ashes or throw it into the river to feed the fish.

Just as he lifted Wu Duan up, he discovered two words written in blood on the floor where Wu Duan had just been lying—his name, Chen Han.

The character “寒” has so many strokes that he killed himself before he could even finish writing it secretly.

"Luckily I was cautious, otherwise that bastard might have really tricked me."

Chen Han muttered to himself, a plan forming in his mind. He erased the original words and wrote the words "Zhao Family" on them.

Whether they know or not whether it's the powerful Zhao family in the city or not, they can guess anyway. It's better if the two sides are enemies, like dogs fighting each other.

With that thought in mind, Chen Han carried Wu Duan's body and disappeared into the night.

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The next morning.

"What! He was killed!"

Yin Xuezi of the Black Mountain Gang was the one who offered a large sum of money to Wu Duan to investigate Chen Han's identity, along with the old man and other high-ranking members of the Black Mountain Gang.

Upon hearing the servant's report, the muscles on his greasy, scaly face twitched violently, his neck creased like layers of fat pork, and his eyes blazed with fury.

"Master Yin, this guy comes and goes without a trace, and he never leaves a flaw in his moves. Even the famous Wu Duan couldn't capture him. If we continue to investigate, I'm afraid we'll cause more trouble."

The servants analyzed the situation for Yin Xuezi while also advising him to let go.

He was just here to run errands and earn a living. Now there's a demon who specializes in killing Black Mountain Gang members. How could he not be afraid?

If we let this fatso who only eats and does no work do the investigation, we'll be in big trouble.

"This person is indeed difficult to deal with, but we still need to give an explanation to the gang leader. So, I'll leave this matter to you. Go and investigate."

"My lord... my lord, I am but a scholar, and I am not skilled in martial arts."

The servant was cursing the fat man's ancestors in his heart. He had been given this hot potato.

"Wensheng, you're literate, so you go. Take two strong brothers with you. If I don't hear a sound from you within seven days, you can expect to be fed to the dogs!"

"Master, this... this..."

Ok?

The obese Yin Xuezi glared at him fiercely, scaring him into swallowing his complaints.

"Yes, sir, I will obey your orders."

In the end, he had no choice but to agree to it.