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

Chapter 30 Trouble Has Arrived
The leader crouched down to examine the cut of the broken wood, and his expression changed drastically: "Such pure sword energy, yet without a trace of impurity or malevolent energy. Strange, this is different from what Master said!"

"Could it be that the old man secretly took on a disciple?" another person asked.

"impossible!"

The leader shook his head: "We've been watching him for years. His good-for-nothing son can't cultivate Qi at all, and he's never been in contact with any other extraordinary people, unless..."

He suddenly realized something, and his face turned grim: "Unless it's that kid I met today, quick, go back and report to our four masters that Wang Wu's sword technique may have already been passed on to outsiders!"

At this moment, Han Yun, hundreds of meters away, stood atop a large tree and took in all of this.

Even when he was standing in front of the Wang family's gate, he noticed that someone was keeping an eye on him. After receiving the inheritance, he intentionally or unintentionally led these people to the outskirts of the city.

Thanks to the strangeness of the inner space, he learned the Wang family's sword technique and even forged the White Calf Blade, all of which happened in the outside world in the blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, these people really did come for the Wang family.

He smiled slightly and gently stroked the hilt of his sword: "It seems the trouble behind this swordsmanship is even greater than the old master said."

Since I've accepted their techniques, I naturally have to take on the trouble as well.

But that's exactly what he wanted.

"I'll kill one if one comes, and two if two come," Han Yun muttered to himself, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Perfect for testing your skills!"

Han Yun's figure floated down from the treetop like a ghost, his white calf blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Four dark figures in the distance saw Han Yun and rushed over, the sound of their clothes rustling through the air startling the owls in the forest.

"At this!"

The leader suddenly shouted, and the four of them braked abruptly. Before the withered leaves could fall to the ground, Han Yun had already cut into the formation like an arrow released from a bow. The White Calf Blade emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar, and its blade even shimmered with a halo like autumn water.

"Fierce Bull and Azure Dragon Slash!"

The glint of the blade flashed and then vanished.

Han Yun remained in the position of finishing his sword swing, his back to the four people, a drop of blood slowly dripping from the tip of his blade.

As the night wind blew by, the four people's clothes suddenly tore open in a spiderweb-like pattern. It wasn't just the fabric that was ripped, but their skin and flesh were torn open as well!

"laugh--"

Like the sound of a steamer being opened, four bodies simultaneously sprayed out a mist of blood, and muscle tissue peeled off like flower petals, revealing stark white bones.

The skull on the far right was still opening and closing its jaw, its finger bones maintained the forward eagle claw posture, and its skeleton maintained the running motion for three more steps before collapsing with a bang.

As Han Yun sheathed his sword, a dull thud of bones falling to the ground came from behind him. He kicked the still-twitching stomach at his feet, and his eyeballs, clinging to nerves, rolled off the skeleton, their pupils still frozen in horror.

"It seems..."

Han Yun used the scabbard to pick up a piece of muscle that was still twitching. "Your master didn't teach you enough."

Before the autumn wind stirs, the cicadas sense it; they silently send forth impermanence, death unknown to them.

With the help of their innate superpowers, their movements were slowed down indefinitely.

The thief's agility, combined with the Fierce Bull Azure Dragon Slash and the incomparably sharp blade energy, these four skills have finally become Han Yun's current killing move.

"A vengeful ghost snatches away the soul, and the unpredictable man demands death."

"This blade can be called: Impermanence!"

Han Yun glanced at the white calf knife in his right hand, then at his empty left hand, and laughed, "I might try using two swords sometime in the future."

Han Yun was never one to procrastinate. He gathered up the scattered corpses and his figure vanished in an instant.

Inside the inner space. As usual, Han Yun disassembled these people, absorbing their memories, skills, and life essence, taking the meat himself and letting the inner space drink the soup.

"They're from four different companies?"

After processing the memories, Han Yun rubbed his chin, somewhat surprised.

These four people, just like the old master said, were indeed descendants of people from the previous dynasty, and they had learned the skills of the four imperial guards that Wang Wu had killed.

Bukku (also known as wrestling), archery, throwing knives, and falconry and dog training.

The so-called Buku were actually a group of warriors who performed wrestling or served as guards. Their name originated from the Jurchen traditional sport "Balisuxi".

Ma Zi once used the pretext of training Buku to cultivate trusted warriors, and eventually captured the powerful minister Ao Bai.

The archer is someone skilled in archery.

The Book of Northern Qi, Volume 17, Biography of Huli Jin, records: "He saw a large bird flying above the clouds. Guang drew his bow and shot it, hitting it squarely in the neck. This bird was shaped like a wheel, spinning as it descended, and upon landing, it turned out to be a large eagle."

Emperor Shizong took it and examined it, finding it exceptionally magnificent. The Prime Minister, Xing Zigao, upon seeing it, exclaimed: "This is a master archer!"
The previous dynasty rose to power through horsemanship and archery, so they naturally couldn't forget the skills their ancestors used to make a living.

As for the throwing knives, according to my memory, they should have originated from the methods of the previous dynasty's Sticky Rod Bureau. They were suitable for assassination and had a record of taking dozens of lives in a short time, with no misses.

Taming eagles and raising dogs may sound ordinary, but these eagles and dogs are actually mutated species bred using special methods and secret palace medicines, giving them unique abilities.

They possess exceptional eyesight, incredible speed, or an amazing sense of smell, and are extremely loyal and will never betray their cause. They are specifically used by the previous dynasty's army for relaying messages and conducting reconnaissance and searches.

Unfortunately, these four were just disciples, and their knowledge and skills were not fully inherited. Han Yun had already made up his mind to eliminate them completely.

Before long, Han Yun reappeared in the same spot in reality, and then, following the directions in his memory, went to each of them one by one.

Overpass, Buku wrestling arena.

Tianqiao has always been a gathering place for all sorts of people in the capital, while the Buku wrestling arena was a place where the remnants of the previous dynasty secretly trained wrestlers.

Originally abandoned after the fall of the previous dynasty, it was taken over by someone in the 1980s and still uses the old name of the Buku Wrestling Arena to show its authenticity.

Who would have thought that it inherited the true methods of the previous dynasty's Buku?

The real Buku was extremely ruthless; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to break through the weakness of Ao Bai, a master of external martial arts.

Although it was late, in the center of the wrestling arena, two shirtless, muscular men were wrestling, their muscles bulging and sweat flying.

Han Yun's gaze fell on the back of the arena, where an old man with white hair and beard sat, holding two iron balls in his hands, his eyes sinister.

“That’s the true owner of the Buku wrestling arena, Na Kui!”

According to the memories of those four disciples, Na Kui was the direct descendant of a master wrestler from the previous dynasty's Imperial Guard. His wrestling skills had reached a state of perfection, and tearing apart tigers and leopards with his bare hands was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Boom!"

On the stage, a burly man was slammed to the ground, coughing up blood and losing consciousness. The victor raised his arms high, and the surrounding disciples cheered thunderously.

Na Kui nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. This young disciple he had nurtured was exceptionally talented and of collateral clan blood, ensuring a worthy successor!
at this time.

"boom!"

A dark figure appeared like a ghost and landed steadily in the center of the arena.

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