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

Chapter 28 The Number One Blade in China
Han Yun grinned, revealing a row of white teeth that stood out starkly in the snowy night: "Master, I told you, I won't leave until I see the sword technique."

The old master was so angry that he stomped his feet and pointed at Han Yun, scolding, "You young man, how can you be so stubborn? In this freezing weather, aren't you afraid of freezing to death outside?"

Han Yun patted the snow off his body and laughed, "What's this little bit of wind and snow? Compared to your ancestor, Wang Wu, who knelt before his master for three days in the snow, this is nothing."

Upon hearing this, the old craftsman hesitated slightly, a complex look flashing in his eyes. He remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed, "Never mind, your stubbornness is indeed somewhat like his."

Han Yun was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands, saying, "Master, does this mean you've agreed to guide this junior?"

The old man waved his hand, his tone still curt: "Don't give me that! I just don't want you to freeze to death on my doorstep, it's bad luck!"

After saying that, he turned around and pushed open the courtyard gate: "Come in, have some hot soup to warm yourself up."

A sly glint flashed in Han Yun's eyes, and he quickly followed.

Inside the main house of the courtyard, the stove was burning brightly.

A pot of ginger soup was bubbling away, steaming and filled with a spicy aroma. The old chef ladled a bowl and handed it to Han Yun, saying impatiently, "Drink it, and then get out of here!"

Han Yun took the bowl, but did not rush to drink. Instead, he said solemnly, "Master, I sincerely wish to learn the Wang family's sword technique. If you are willing to give me some pointers, I will remember your great kindness!"

The master craftsman stared at him for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Why do you insist on learning this swordsmanship?"

Han Yun put down his bowl and pondered for a moment before saying, "You were probably just excited to see the hunt, and you couldn't bear to let your skills go to waste. After all, there are too many traditions lost in the vast sea of ​​history. The good things left by our ancestors must be passed down."

These words really struck a chord with the veteran craftsman.

He is now in his fifties. When he was young, he married an ordinary woman and thought he would live a peaceful life. However, his wife passed away from illness a few years ago. He only has one son, who graduated from university a few years ago.

Unfortunately, his own son lacked the talent for Qi cultivation, and the master was anxious because the sword technique was about to be lost. But there was no use in being anxious!

Moreover, he himself knew that "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Without the ability to protect himself, this thing might become a disaster if it fell into the hands of his son.

However, if the legacy of our ancestors cannot be passed down, he will have no face to face his ancestors after he passes away!

Suddenly, the master swordsman gritted his teeth, looked at Han Yun, and asked, "If I gave you this swordsmanship, would you dare to accept it?"

His meaning was clear: if you want to learn this sword technique, then you have to bear the troubles associated with it. If you are chased down, whether you live or die depends on your own fortune.

Hearing that things were going well, Han Yun looked at the other party with bright eyes and laughed heartily, "Do you think I'm afraid of a few petty scoundrels?"

"Kill one if one comes, cut down two if two come!"

Upon hearing this, the old master craftsman sighed, "You truly have the spirit of my ancestor. I'm getting old."

Silence fell over the room, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the stove.

After a long while, the old craftsman slowly got up and went into the inner room. A moment later, he brought out a cloth bundle, peeled back the layers, and inside was a book with yellowed pages.

The name of the technique is simple and straightforward: Wang Wu's Knife Technique!
“This was passed down from my ancestors.”

The old master craftsman stroked the book cover, a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "Back then, the prince said that swordsmanship could be passed on, but three things must be remembered: do not bully the weak, do not aid the wicked, and do not go against your conscience. Can you do that?"

Han Yun stood up solemnly and said, "What I seek is nothing more than the ability to protect myself; I will never use force to bully others."

Finally, the master looked at the manual with reluctance, then made up his mind, closed his eyes, and said, "Take it, before I change my mind!" Han Yun took it, wrapped it in a cloth, and then bowed.

After Han Yun left, the master craftsman sat on the stool, looking dejected, staring at the flickering fire in the furnace, and sighed heavily.

From today onwards, their family has truly severed ties with the supernatural community and will now live a peaceful life as ordinary people.

But that’s fine too.

The old master craftsman's weathered face seemed to suddenly relax. After extinguishing the fire in the furnace, he went out with a flashlight, humming a Peking Opera tune, and walked unsteadily through the alleyways, just like any other ordinary person.

"Enough! Enough! Enough! The steel sword is sheathed, and peace is restored. Behold—the lantern reflects the snow, illuminating white hair, each step leaving a mark, each step fading away..."

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Inside the interior space, Han Yun carefully opened the cultivation manual.

After carefully examining the document, Han Yun finally understood why Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, was hailed as "China's Number One Swordsman."

This sword technique emphasizes nurturing and practicing simultaneously.

What is meant by "one nurture"?
The wielder selects the finest materials, taking into account the wielder's bone structure, height, weight, and holding habits, and then adds the wielder's own blood and essence to sharpen the blade, creating a specially crafted fine knife.

Then, the blade is tempered with primordial Qi, which is actually a material transformation method. This continuously enhances the material of the blade itself and maintains its sharpness. This is called nurturing the blade, also known as cultivating the blade.

The method of nurturing a sword takes ten years to master. During this time, the person must never be separated from the sword, and the sword must never leave the body. When it is drawn, it will surely be astonishing.

What are the two training sessions?

The first step is to train oneself, unify one's own qi and blood, and merge it with the sword, causing it to burst forth with unique blood qi, which serves as a carrier to prepare for the next step of training in evil.

The practice of "refining evil spirits" can also be called "cultivating evil spirits".

"煞" refers to malevolent and filthy energy. Whether it is killing energy, resentment energy, evil energy, or yin energy, they can all be collectively referred to as malevolent energy.

What kind of malevolent energy is the strongest?

A: The overwhelming resentment and anger at the moment of death!

Humans are the most intelligent of all beings, and their spiritual light is the strongest. Most of them cry out in despair before they die. Some even have their spirits resonate with heaven and earth, transforming into the extraordinary phenomenon of snow falling in June.

The tangible blood energy within the blade carries the intangible evil energy, and then the innate energy of the user combines the two into one, condensing into a unique blade aura!
This is practically like giving a knife life.

Blood Qi symbolizes a person's life, and Killing Qi symbolizes a person's nature. When life and nature are combined, they are further endowed with the primordial Qi that symbolizes the fundamental nature. Finally, the person and the knife become one, and the person is the knife, and the knife is the person.

Although the process was extremely dangerous, with the risk of the blade breaking and the person being killed if one was not careful, and even had a sense of going against the grain, the treasured blade that was finally forged was no different from a magical weapon!
Perhaps only in that era of suffering for China could there be someone like Wang Wu, willing to gamble everything, even burn his own life, and fight to create a brighter future!
The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Why should a true man cherish his life?

I wish I could slay all the wicked and evil people in the world, so that my blade could be sharpened!
After reading the manual, Han Yun was filled with emotion. No wonder the Wang family had fallen into decline. Who would dare to practice such a sword technique?
However, Han Yun suddenly remembered the master's identity as a slaughterhouse worker, and an idea popped into his mind.

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