Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 27 Seeking Advice
After the morning market closed, the old man packed up his things, carrying a plate of offal, and walked out of the slaughterhouse, ready to go home and take a nap.

These slaughterhouse workers arrive at two or three in the morning, first helping with unloading, then cutting and dividing the meat at the morning market, and don't get off work until around nine o'clock.

That's equivalent to working a night shift all night.

But to his surprise, just a few hundred meters from the slaughterhouse gate, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Who else could it be but Han Yun?

Han Yun cupped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Master, we meet again!"

The old master sighed and said impatiently, "Didn't I tell you long ago? The Wang family's sword technique has been lost. You've come to the wrong school and the wrong person."

Han Yun earnestly said, "Master, I know you have your difficulties, but I sincerely want to learn from you. If I can't see you, then I'll just follow you, whether I'm going to work or going home."

"When you're fed up with it, just agree. After I've experienced your swordsmanship, I'll turn around and leave without delay!"

The old master craftsman's face darkened, and he said angrily, "Young man, why are you so stubborn?"

Han Yun smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do. People who rely on others for food are just stubborn and have to be thick-skinned. Anyway, I'm not afraid of anyone with nothing to lose, and I have time to waste with you."

The old master gave a cold look and walked home without paying any attention, with Han Yun following behind him.

The old master man twisted and turned through the alleys, taking advantage of the terrain, and tried several times to shake off Han Yun, but who was Han Yun?

A guy who makes a living by his footwork, whose lightness skill is unparalleled, how could he be outmaneuvered by an old man?
Seeing that he couldn't shake Han Yun off, the old man had no choice but to stubbornly and unsteadily go home.

The master craftsman's home is also in a courtyard house, which is not only secluded but also very quiet, and he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed by others.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut, leaving Han Yun outside the courtyard.

Han Yun touched his nose, not annoyed at all. After all, anyone would be angry if they had to deal with such a persistent person. He stood quietly in front of the door, just staying there.

Although it is winter and very cold outside, Han Yun is, after all, an extraordinary person who has integrated a lot of life essence, so his physical strength is there and he is not afraid of the cold.

At the same time, he recalled the deeds of that big-knife Wang Wu.

Wang Wu was born in Cangxian County, a place famous for martial arts. He came from a poor family, and his father passed away from illness when he was three years old. He had to rely on his mother for survival and started doing all kinds of odd jobs at a very young age. Later, he became a disciple of Xiao He.

However, Xiao Hecheng was not an extraordinary person; he only knew some mundane skills. After becoming his apprentice, Wang Wu gradually revealed his talent for Qi cultivation, mastering the method without a teacher. He quickly surpassed his fellow apprentices and stood out from the crowd.

Finally, Xiao Hecheng frankly admitted that he had nothing more to teach, and that Wang Wu had wasted his time under his tutelage, so he told him to find another way out.

The most famous martial arts master in Cang County at that time was Li Fenggang, who wielded two swords. In order to learn higher martial arts, Wang Wu wanted to become his disciple, but he was turned away many times. So he knelt in front of Li's door to show his sincerity.

He knelt for three days and two nights, and Li Fenggang was moved by his spirit, so he took him as his disciple.

After completing his studies, he dedicated his life to chivalry and justice. He supported the Reform Movement and bravely faced national crises. His swordsmanship was divine; once he drew his sword, blood was sure to be drawn. He was revered as "China's Number One Swordsman"!
He once fought four top masters of the previous dynasty single-handedly, killing them with every strike. He was determined to fight the previous dynasty to the death, and thus, a feud was naturally formed.

Han Yun understood why this descendant of Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, was unwilling to get involved in the inner circle anymore. His ancestors had said that he should live in anonymity to avoid being hunted down by his enemies.

Although the previous dynasty is gone and a hundred years have passed, there is a saying that goes, "Even a nine-generation feud can be avenged." Can you guarantee that people will not remember those grudges?
Moreover, those old-fashioned remnants, with their family backgrounds and resources, are like old foxes who, even when fallen from grace, still maintain their status. As that old master said, now that the environment is better, they've risen again. Shouldn't we all keep a low profile?
Some people say that the practice of killing for revenge is no longer allowed, but don't forget that this is the world of supernatural beings, and Na Du Tong believes that matters within the supernatural world should be resolved by the individuals themselves.

Just like what Han Yun experienced, becoming an Outcast doesn't mean you're truly free; some rules that protect ordinary people don't apply to Outcasts.

However, the lack of freedom has always been a disadvantage for the weak.

Similarly, there are those who are too powerful, such as the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei. Once the Celestial Master descends the mountain, he will affect the nerves of countless people. He can only be confined to the quiet place of Longhu Mountain and cannot be free, just like a clay statue that is held high.

Just like Zhang Huaiyi said, if you are too bad, they will destroy you; if you are too cowardly, they will trample on you; but if you are too good or too strong, they will not feel at ease. The monsters and demons in the martial arts world are afraid of people who are too different from them.

Those who live the most carefree lives are the highly skilled individuals who know how to disguise themselves as just like everyone else.

You need to know how to hide your true intentions and how to conduct yourself in society.

Therefore, the world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and social interactions; you have to learn to blend in with the world.

Of course, Han Yun also had his own understanding of these things. The lack of freedom is actually because you are not strong enough. When you are strong enough to break all the shackles of this world, who would dare to object?

But for now, I'm still weak, so I still have to keep up the pretense!

Han Yun smiled gently. As a small snowflake suddenly fell from the sky, he stretched out his palm and let the snowflake melt in his hand.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Then, Han Yun looked at the tightly closed door, a smile appearing on his lips. Let's see who can outlast whom!
At this moment, a fragrant aroma wafted from the courtyard. Han Yun sniffed it and recognized it as the smell of beef offal stew and the aroma of rice.

"It's been done well, but it's still far from being as good as my skills!"

Han Yun checked the time; it was already noon. Then, he took out a steaming bowl of beef rice from his bag—actually, from his inner world—and devoured it in a few bites, not caring whether it was hot or not.

"Luckily, I was prepared!"

After finishing his meal, Han Yun remained standing by the courtyard gate with his eyes closed, practicing his breathing technique. He appeared to be asleep but was actually listening intently, ready to open his eyes at the slightest sound.

Around one or two in the morning, the snow fell even heavier.

Han Yun has become half a snowman.

A commotion came from inside the courtyard. The old master craftsman, dressed in his work clothes and holding a flashlight, was about to go out when Han Yun shook off the snow on his body and blocked his way.

"Hey, Master, heading out?"

The old master was startled by Han Yun, after all, it was really frightening in the pitch black of the middle of the night.

The old man raised his flashlight slightly, and after seeing that it was Han Yun, he couldn't help but gasp and stare wide-eyed, saying, "You... what are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)