Storming the Gates Again!

[Heaven rewards diligence, success is inevitable!]

[Name: Chen Han]

[Lifespan: 20/110]

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

[Skill: Taiji Health Cultivation Technique (Proficient) 1/500]

During his period of seclusion, Chen Han had pushed his Taiji Health Cultivation Technique to the Proficient stage, successfully reshaping his tendons and bones. This was no mere recovery; it was an unprecedented strengthening of his physique.

He had long known this martial art was not simple, but now it seemed it was far more profound than it appeared on the surface.

Next was the Mountain Breaking Fist.

Entry, Minor Mastery, and Proficient corresponded to the realms of Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin.

Chen Han originally could not have unleashed a punch comparable to the Hua Jin realm, but with his body reinforced layer by layer by the Health Cultivation Technique, he only needed to exert ninety-five percent of his strength to achieve it.

The Old Steward was beaming, his face crinkled with joy and filled with gratification.

Beside him, Chen Qiuyu's face was ashen, her beautiful, icy features looking quite unsightly at this moment.

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

Patriarch Chen Feng found some questions difficult to ask on the spot. From a cripple with shattered bones to a powerhouse capable of a punch comparable to a Hua Jin master, the secrets behind this young man were certainly not simple.

"Very well. However, Patriarch, could you first arrange for my family to be settled?"

Chen Feng waved his hand dismissively and said to the Old Steward, "Uncle Zhang, please take care of this. From now on, they are members of our Chen Family and must be treated with the utmost care."

"Yes, this old servant understands."

The Old Steward acknowledged the order, nodding at Shen Yue and her group with a kind smile before casting a look of gratification toward Chen Han.

Chen Han nodded in response.

Just as he was about to leave, Shen Wan'er trotted up to him, "Husband, do you remember the wife of that villain next door?"

Chen Han thought of the frail woman who was frequently beaten by her drunken, fat husband.

"I remember. What about her?"

"While you were away, she helped our family a lot. She is a good person, but yesterday, that villain sold her to the Black Mountain Gang. I thought that since we have some spare silver now, I would like to go and redeem her."

Chen Han's lips curled into a smile, thinking to himself that his wife was truly as kind-hearted as she was beautiful.

"As you wish. I am not who I was before; I am not lacking that bit of silver."

Saying this, Chen Han couldn't help but marvel at his own current strength—a twenty-year-old powerhouse comparable to a Hua Jin martial artist.

How could he possibly lack silver?

In the past, he could only dream of such things, but now it had all become reality.

His wife would no longer have to toil over a large cooking pot all day, his little sister would never again lose her voice from eating coarse grains, and if Shen Wuren were still alive, perhaps he could pull strings to bring him back.

All of this was because his strength had grown.

In this dog-eat-dog world, if he had remained mediocre, or if he had collapsed after that brush with death, Shen Yue's family might have long since been torn apart by the Black Mountain Gang, some dead, others sold.

"You don't need to go yourself. Tell the servants tomorrow and let them handle it."

The Chen Family had many servants who washed clothes and cooked for the martial artists, and he, now the prized treasure of the Chen Family, naturally had his own dedicated servants to attend to his family.

Hearing this, Shen Wan'er, being a commoner, didn't react immediately.

Chen Han chuckled softly, turned around, and followed the Patriarch.

Arriving in a private room, Chen Han and Chen Feng sat facing each other.

"Chen Han, tell me, what exactly is going on here?"

Chen Han had nothing to hide; excessive caution would only be counterproductive. As long as he didn't reveal the proficiency panel, he would be fine.

Chen Han then gave a rough account of his martial arts journey while away from the family, deliberately omitting anything regarding the proficiency panel and attributing everything to his innate talent.

In short, he was a peerless genius with extraordinary gifts, and they should definitely cultivate him well in the future.

"So that's how it is. I never imagined this so-called Taiji Health Cultivation Technique had such heaven-defying effects. As Patriarch, my vision was too shallow."

The Patriarch sighed with emotion.

"By the way, Patriarch, I have something to do tonight. I'll be heading out."

"What is it? Do you need me to send someone to accompany you?"

A faint smile played on Chen Han's face, "No need. I'm just going to kill someone..."

Chen Feng knew Chen Han was going after Hou Chun of the Black Mountain Gang.

Though he worried for Chen Han's safety, he also understood that for Chen Han to have climbed out of such a desperate situation, his character must be mature, and his mental state must possess a depth beyond that of ordinary men.

Moreover, martial arts were skills for killing; without tempering oneself through combat and self-reflection, how could one grow?

"As you wish. But remember, the Black Mountain Gang is powerful, so be careful. Also, as I have taught you: if you are going to do it, do it cleanly. Leave no survivors."

The patriarch was currently only a Second Step martial artist, a full major realm and two minor realms above him.

The strongest person within the Chen Family was the previous generation's old patriarch, who was a First Step martial master!

His little troubles were nothing more than child's play in their eyes; if the Black Mountain Gang really came knocking, it wouldn't cause much of a stir—a bit of silver paid and an apology offered would suffice.

Just like when Chen Han was bullied by Hou Chun in the past, the Old Steward, who was half a relative to him, might have cared a little, but it wouldn't have caused much of a ripple, resulting in nothing more than a verbal warning.

As for someone at Chen Feng's level, they might not even take it seriously at all, too lazy to even spare a glance, let alone stand up for him.

That was the reality of it; such was the sorrow of a small person at the bottom of the hierarchy.

"This junior naturally understands..."

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

"What!"

Hou Chun exclaimed, his lips trembling, "Black Blade and Death Blade are both dead! One was Ming Jin and the other was An Jin... have you found out who killed them?"

"I... I don't know. Their bodies are still lying on the street. I could tell that they were both beaten to death by the Mountain Breaking Fist."

"Mountain Breaking Fist?"

Hou Chun recalled that a few days ago, the confidants of Black Blade and Death Blade had come to look for him, asking some questions about that kid, Chen Han.

Back then, when Hou Chun heard them say that this person had broken into their stronghold and killed several brothers, he had laughed out loud, mocking them for actually believing a commoner could do such a thing.

He followed the trail of clues and thought of one person; suddenly, his grip went limp, and the bowl filled with wine dropped, shattering all over the floor.

"Master Bear! Master Bear was also beaten to death by the Mountain Breaking Fist!"

Although Chen Han had staged the scene to make it look like Xiong Li had perished together with that person, those injuries could fool ordinary people, but not those versed in the martial path.

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

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

"No!!!"

He suddenly shuddered all over, terror erupting in his eyes, "The derivative move of the Mountain Breaking Fist—the Two Yang Finger!"

Someone among Xiong Li's group had died to this move, and coincidentally, on the day Chen Han moved into the inner city, Black Blade's subordinates had also been silenced by this very technique.

It matched up!

"Someone, prepare the carriage!"

Hou Chun reacted swiftly, immediately thinking of fleeing, but at that moment, a figure crashed through the gate like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the wall before twitching weakly twice and losing all signs of life.

His heart trembled as he turned to look.

Outside the door, it was a scene of carnage; several of his subordinates lay sprawled in disarray, blood and gore splattered everywhere. As the wind blew, the thick stench of blood rushed toward him.

At the same time, he saw a figure. The person's face was covered by a black veil, making it impossible to see their features, and they walked toward him slowly, with a steady, unhurried pace.

"It's you!"