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

Seeing Chen Han's terribly gloomy face, Shen Yue stepped forward and gently took his hand.

Chen Han glanced at the girl, then turned to Bai Yi and snapped, "Get out of here!"

He's not a pushover, so he wouldn't be foolish enough to take the kid in just because he felt sorry for him.

Shen Yue was precocious, and although she felt a little reluctant, she knew that the matter had already blown up and that if Bai Yi didn't leave, her family would be in danger, so she didn't say anything more.

"Thank you, benefactor, thank you."

After saying that, Bai Yi fled as if he were escaping.

After a moment, Chen Han looked at Shen Yue and said softly, "We can't do this again, it's too dangerous."

"Okay, I understand."

The girl lowered her head and admitted her mistake; at that moment, she adored her brother-in-law.

Chen Han smiled slightly: "Alright, go back to sleep. Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."

"I know that."

"Okay, good. Let's just forget about it. I'll handle everything."

After saying that, he patted the girl's head and then closed the door.

Back in the courtyard, he dragged the three corpses out the door.

In the rainy night, in a small alley outside the city, a Black Mountain Gang thug with a face full of disgusting scabies was idly puffing on his pipe.

Before him lay a corpse, or more precisely, the corpse of a warrior. The body had only recently died, and half of its chest was caved in, a horrifying sight.

The Black Mountain Gang's thugs were used to it, and even casually flicked cigarette ash onto it for amusement.

"You bastard, this is what happens when you offend the Black Mountain Gang. You think you can be arrogant just because you've practiced martial arts? Heh, you don't know your own limitations."

He gave a cold laugh and muttered to himself.

Just then, he noticed a blurry figure slowly approaching him on the empty street.

In the darkness, coupled with the light drizzle, the figure appeared quite blurry, wearing a tattered straw hat and seemingly dragging something in its hands.

"Master Bear?"

He called out tentatively, but the other person didn't seem to want to respond at all. As the distance closed, he finally saw clearly, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

.....

A few dozen breaths later, this usually arrogant and domineering Black Mountain Gang thug was now lying in a pool of blood with his three colleagues, lifeless.

Chen Han staged a scene where the group died together, and only left the place after confirming that no one had seen it and that no clues had been left behind.

However, the direction they left was not the way they came.

"Kid, do you really think I'd spare your life so easily?"

He muttered to himself, a fleeting, cold glint in his eyes.

Only the dead can keep secrets!

The next morning, a piece of news caused a stir in the outer city: Master Xiong was dead, beaten to death, and both sides perished together.

Who doesn't know Xiong Ye's infamy in the outer city? He is one of the Seven Fiends of the Black Mountain Gang. He forces women into prostitution, bullies men and women, and forces people to borrow money at exorbitant interest rates that are enough to kill you. The number of people he has caused to die is countless.

When they get angry, they are like ferocious demons, humanoid beasts, and most people would be so frightened that their legs would go weak.

Although the Black Mountain Gang had many skilled martial artists under its command, Master Xiong was definitely the most representative one. Now that he is dead, it can be said that the Black Mountain Gang's morale has been severely dampened.

At noon, Chen Han arrived at his employer's house on time.

"Mr. Chen has arrived."

"Um."

Chen Hanchong smiled at the shopkeeper, which was considered a greeting.

To his surprise, the shopkeeper walked up to him with small steps, looking very happy, his old face beaming with joy.

"Mr. Chen, are you aware that a major event has occurred today?"

Chen Han naturally knew what it was about, but he deliberately feigned ignorance and joked, "What's wrong? Did you have a child late in life?"

"Ugh, you're just spouting nonsense with your eyes closed. Don't you even know how old this old man is? He's Xiong Ye, one of the Black Lion Seven Fiends from the Black Mountain Gang, and he's dead!"

He leaned close to Chen Han's ear, glanced around, and whispered, a gloating expression on his face.

"real?"

"Seriously, they died together. The whole outer city is buzzing with the news, and you brat don't even know that?"

He sighed, "Speaking of that martial artist, he was truly a hero. Although even if Master Xiong died, he still had to pay a 'peace money' fee, at least no one else would be forced to their death. I, the old man, have witnessed that fellow's methods before. Tsk tsk tsk, a devil among men."

Chen Han agreed a few times and then stopped talking, starting his day's work.

Last night, his right hand couldn't withstand the force he exerted, and he experienced excruciating pain, followed by complete numbness. After the bone was realigned and ointment was applied, he was only able to move it again after a night.

Now even holding a pen is a problem.

Chen Han was very fortunate. He knew all too well the physical strength that the Dark Force could withstand. Logically speaking, his right hand should have been broken off on the spot, but why was that the case?

Chen Han was puzzled and could only temporarily attribute it to the mysterious Tai Chi health-preserving exercise.

That night, at midnight, Chen Han arrived at Black Swamp Lake early.

He was dressed in tattered black clothes, as if stolen from a beggar, with a straw hat on his head, his face covered in shadow, making it impossible to see his features.

"There."

From a distance, he saw a huge old locust tree growing on a small mound by the lake, its lush branches reaching out and covering a small area.

On the lake beside the tree, a small boat floats quietly, with a short man standing on it.

Chen Han knew that those were the black market bastards.

He walked over and stood in front of the man.

This person was very short, a dwarf, with shifty eyes and a strange, dark complexion. Long black hair peeked out from under his robes, making Chen Han's heart tremble.

"He's a new face, probably someone new here."

Chen Han didn't say anything, but took out Xiong Ye's small wooden token and tossed it over.

After confirming that it was correct, the latter let out a few eerie laughs, "Not bad, still a semi-acquaintance."

As he spoke, he held out his hand, "Twenty taels of silver."

Upon hearing this, Chen Han unconsciously frowned.

It's true that it's easiest to kill someone you know well.

"What, don't you know the rules? Fine, I'll tell you. Ten taels of silver is for one round trip, and the other ten taels is for the introduction fee."

"introduce?"

"Kid, the black market is a good place, but it's also a bad place. It can give you ecstasy, or it can condemn you to eternal damnation, leaving you wishing for death!"

The dwarf grinned sinisterly again. "You don't want to get lost and go to the wrong person, do you?"

"Don't worry, this is the black market. Those who don't follow the rules are long gone. We won't rip you off."

Chen Han didn't have much money, and his family was barely making ends meet. Ten taels of silver was more than he earned in several years, and his wife couldn't even earn that much by shoveling firewood into the pot. This black market was truly corrupt!

"Fortunately, I found two hundred-tael silver notes and more than ten taels of loose silver on Master Xiong earlier, otherwise I'm afraid I would have gone home empty-handed today."

Chen Han raised his hand and carefully tossed over the ten taels of silver he had previously exchanged.

"Furthermore, if you take care of your business well, you'll naturally receive your due rewards."