Bones Broken, Tendons Torn! (New book, please follow)

Xu Kingdom, Black Lion City, the Chen family martial arts clan.

On a training ground, Chen Han tried to clench his fist with force, slamming it solidly into a wooden stake amidst a bath of sweat, just as he had done in the past.

But the result remained despairing.

Before his five fingers could even curl into his palm, a pain like bones snapping and tendons tearing swept through his entire arm.

"Again!"

His features twisted in agony as he gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

Could it be that after living another life, I am destined to be nothing more than a nameless pawn that no one cares about? Truly... I am so unwilling to accept this.

That's right, half a month ago, Chen Han had transmigrated. In his previous life, he was just an unremarkable young man on Blue Star, his final moment of vision frozen on a pair of massive searchlights.

When he regained consciousness, he had been reborn into this ordinary young man in a chaotic, ancient-like world, fatherless, motherless, and completely alone.

In this world, demons ran rampant and exotic beasts ravaged the land; wherever they passed, blood flowed for a hundred paces, turning the earth into a living hell.

Naturally, there was a means of defense: those who practiced martial arts, the martial artists!

With all other industries in decline, the martial path reigned supreme.

The government valued nothing more than the martial path, even above production!

Yet the times were not peaceful, and for ordinary civilians, no matter where they lived, life was agonizing.

Gang warfare, open murders, secret robberies, and forcing the innocent into prostitution were common sights even on the city streets.

His predecessor was a scion of a martial arts family who had once been highly regarded for his exceptional talent, but an accident had caused his bones and tendons to shatter inch by inch, leaving him a cripple.

The family was currently preparing to send him out into the secular world to fend for himself.

To put it bluntly, they were done supporting him; since he could no longer practice martial arts and could not make a significant contribution to the family, they would naturally not waste resources on him.

Chen Han was not surprised; to gain a foothold in this chaotic world, one had to be ruthless and decisive.

Being sent into the secular world by the family meant he would no longer have the clan as his pillar of support, making him virtually indistinguishable from a commoner.

Thus, life became fragile. In this chaotic world, the struggle for food, gang conflicts, and heavy taxes were each enough to make life worse than death.

Moreover, given his current physical condition, he might become a cold corpse after just one winter.

Chen Han looked at the void before him, where a transparent panel visible only to him hovered.

A proficiency panel.

[Heaven rewards the diligent; there will surely be success!]

[Name: Chen Han]

[Lifespan: 18/32]

[Skills: Mountain Breaking Fist (Minor Achievement) 20/100]

This had come with him when he transmigrated to this chaotic world, and it was his only hope.

Heaven rewards the diligent; there will surely be success!

As long as he put in the work and exerted the effort, he would inevitably reap the rewards; no bottleneck could stand before him.

But until now, it had yet to truly play a role.

Because Chen Han was currently so frail that he could barely eat without trembling, let alone perform strenuous martial arts training; even the physician had said he would never be able to do heavy labor again.

After wallowing in sorrow, Chen Han suddenly muttered to himself, "In this situation, it seems I have no choice but to settle for the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique."

Taiji Health Cultivation Technique!

According to the elders of the family, if one maintained proper nutrition and practiced this technique diligently, it was possible to heal broken bones, reshape tendons, and restore the body—at the very least, it would stop him from struggling just to clench a fist.

Chen Han took out an old book, the cover clearly bearing the five large characters: "Taiji Health Cultivation Technique."

For an ordinary martial artist, this technique was useless, but for him, it was his hope to return to the martial path and survive in this chaotic world with dignity.

Opening it, he saw a lifelike figure, its movements elegant and light, like a dragonfly skimming the water or falling leaves dancing in the wind.

As Chen Han watched, a smile gradually appeared on his face, "This health technique has no fierce moves; it is all unhurried and leisurely, which is quite suitable for me."

After studying it carefully for a while and grasping the general essence, he began to practice.

[Taiji Health Cultivation Technique +1]

[Taiji Health Cultivation Technique (Entry) 1/50]

Sure enough, after about half an hour, the panel reacted, and at the same time, his body underwent some almost imperceptible changes.

He felt his bones and tendons relax significantly.

This situation gave Chen Han hope, and for a moment, he was overjoyed.

"In this way, as long as I maintain a sufficient daily intake of nutrition and practice this Taiji Health Cultivation Technique, I expect that within two years, I will be able to recover seven or eight-tenths of my strength."

But after the joy, Chen Han also considered the difficulties he currently faced.

"In this chaotic world, resources are scarce, and since I am still in a martial arts family, resources are even tighter. Now that I am no longer a martial artist, it is certainly impossible to profit from them anymore."

Chen Han soon reached a decision: he would try to seek help from his former friends, as his predecessor had many wealthy friends before the accident.

If he were to speak up, he would surely be able to resolve the current predicament.

Action followed thought; Chen Han immediately departed the training grounds.

Yet, after half a day had passed, despair took root in his heart.

The "brothers" who once called him kin and the uncles who had been so affectionate all found excuses to avoid him upon learning he had come to see them. Some even dismissed him with a mere two sentences, a far cry from the easygoing nature they once displayed.

Chen Han gritted his teeth, then let out a helpless sigh and a bitter laugh. "It is true; back then, everything was just empty talk and performative gestures. If I hadn't suffered this injury, it might have been different, but to think that way now is simply naive of me."

Clinging to the mindset of treating a dead horse as if it were still alive, Chen Han knocked on the final door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Who is it?"

As the voice spoke, the door opened, and a youth of similar age to Chen Han appeared before him.

"Big Brother Chen Lei, it is me."

Chen Han forced a smile.

This man was born in the same year as him, a childhood playmate with whom he shared a bond like brothers. They had learned martial arts together from scratch, helping one another progress.

Upon learning of his accident, Chen Lei had immediately rushed over to visit and had resolved many troubles for him in the aftermath.

"Chen Han, it is you. Come in and rest for a while; you have just recovered from a serious illness, so do not overexert yourself."

Chen Lei's expression brightened upon seeing him, but as he heard the slightly humble "Big Brother," his gaze faltered and dimmed.

"It is no matter, this is fine. I have come this time to ask a favor of you, brother. Since I can no longer practice martial arts and am to leave the clan, I was wondering if you know any of the big figures in the clan who could help me secure a few more months of martial arts resources."

Chen Lei sighed inwardly, his expression shifting uncertainly. Although he was a skilled martial artist and highly valued by the clan, resources were currently extremely tight, and he was powerless to help.

Yet, he could not bring himself to refuse.

In his eyes, Chen Han's current state was nothing more than a desperate man at the end of his rope, hoping to profit by reselling the clan's martial arts resources.

After all, with his tendons and bones shattered, the idea of practicing martial arts again was nothing more than a pipe dream.

If the clan administrators were to learn of this, they would certainly see through it more clearly than he did; to make such a request was truly a hopeless endeavor.

After a moment, he hesitated and said, "How about this: I will ask for you. If it is possible, I will certainly not let you down, brother."

Chen Han finally revealed the first genuine smile of the day, a sentiment that "this brother is worth keeping" welling up in his heart.

"I am very grateful for this, brother. Thank you, Big Brother Chen."

As expected, by the afternoon, Chen Lei found Chen Han to share some good news.

"Chen Han, there is an opportunity. Do you know Chen Qiuyu?"

Chen Han was slightly stunned, a complex look flashing in the depths of his eyes. This woman... how could he not know her?

If not for his predecessor, she might have already met the Buddha.

That day, his predecessor was a martial apprentice of exceptional talent. While out on clan business with her, they were unexpectedly caught in a trap set by a hostile faction.

Just as they were about to be buried by a landslide, Chen Han had immediately thrown her away with all his might, buying her a few precious seconds to escape.

As for himself, he was buried...

His body had suffered broken bones and torn tendons at that very moment, and when he woke up, he was the transmigrator who now inhabited it.

Afterward, she did not inform the clan of the truth; instead, she turned the tables and claimed he had dragged her down. The clan elders believed her without question.

Later, he heard that she came from a wealthy background and her parents held high status within the clan. Because of this, he dared to be angry but dared not speak, forced to swallow his teeth along with the blood.