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

Chapter 33 Red-Eyed Dragon Painting
Han Yun's heart skipped a beat, instinctively sensing danger. Although the golden arrow phantom was not a physical object, it exuded a sharp killing intent, as if it could pierce through everything.

"go with!"

Ma Qi gave a low shout and released the bowstring.

The golden arrow pierced the air with a roar like a dragon's cry. The air around the arrow twisted, creating a streak of crimson-gold light that shot straight into Han Yun's heart!

Han Yun dared not be negligent. He rapidly circulated his innate Qi and held the White Calf Blade horizontally in front of his chest, the blade gleaming with pure white light.

"clang--!"

The golden arrow clashed with the blade, unleashing a blinding light. Han Yun felt a tremendous force, and was thrown back several steps, the floor beneath his feet shattering inch by inch.

However, the golden arrow did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to come alive, twisting its shaft and drawing an arc in the air before striking Han Yun once more!

"A tracking arrow?"

Han Yun frowned, his figure flashing as he slashed at the golden arrow with his sword. The sword flashed like lightning, each strike hitting the arrow precisely, but the golden arrow only trembled slightly, its speed undiminished.

Ma Qi stood at a distance and sneered, "It's no use. This Crimson-Eyed Dragon Bow is my ancestral magic weapon. It will not return until it drinks blood!"

Han Yun snorted coldly, suddenly stopped, and let the golden arrow pierce straight at him. He then gathered his strength in his white calf blade, and the pure white blade energy became extremely solid.

"Fierce Bull and Azure Dragon Slash - Dissecting the Dragon and Unleashing the Flood Dragon!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his white calf saber high, slashing fiercely at the golden arrow. The two passed each other, and in that instant, Han Yun seemed to have unleashed a thousand swords.

The fine, dense blade energy wrapped around the golden arrow like a net, rendering its struggles futile.

"Crack!"

The golden arrow snapped in two, turning into specks of golden light that vanished.

Ma Qi's face turned pale. He immediately prepared to draw the bowstring and shoot another arrow, but Han Yun would not give him that chance.

Han Yun's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly hurled the white calf-shaped saber. The saber flew like a meteor, heading straight for Ma Qi's face. Ma Qi had no choice but to change his target, hastily raising his bow to defend himself.

In that split second, Han Yun had already closed in, his right palm radiating both strength and gentleness, striking directly at Ma Qi's chest.

"Soft Palm!"

Ma Qi hastily bent over to block, only to see Han Yun's lips curl into a cold smile. The force in his hand suddenly shifted, the steel-force palm power wrapped around the iron-backed bow under the influence of the soft palm power.

"what!"

Ma Qi screamed in agony, feeling a piercing pain in his palm, like being pricked by needles. He instinctively let go, but before the bow could hit the ground, Han Yun snatched it up.

"Nice bow."

Han Yun gently stroked the bow, "Now, it's mine."

Ma Qi's eyes widened in fury: "Give it back to me!"

He suddenly pulled a short knife from his boot and lunged forward.

A cold glint flashed from the white calf-shaped dagger, and the short sword snapped in two with a clang. Ma Qi staggered backward, and before he could regain his footing, the blade was already pressed against his throat.

Han Yun remained calm, holding the bow in his left hand and grabbing at the air with his right. The white calf saber flew back into his hand as if it had a mind of its own. With a flash of light, Ma Qi's right arm, which was holding the saber, was severed at the shoulder.

"what--"

Ma Qi knelt on the ground, blood gushing out.

Han Yun looked down at him, ignoring his resentful expression, and directly used his pure white blade energy to decapitate him, then put him into his inner space.

Along with the bows and arrows from the bow-making workshop, these valuable bows and arrows were also taken into the interior space. Afterwards, Han Yun carefully searched the entire club and found a book containing a membership list of about a hundred people. There was also some evidence of Ma Qi's collusion with those in the Northeast.

Han Yun frowned slightly. It was troublesome; he didn't have time to check them one by one, but he could put these things away for now.

What surprised Han Yun the most was that the archery club actually kept a tall, black horse with strong muscles and glossy fur.

It's clearly well-bred.

This is understandable, as riding and archery go hand in hand. Ma Qi, as a descendant of the previous dynasty and an expert archer, naturally liked these fine horses. However, they now belong to Han Yun.

Outside the club, the moon was high and the clouds were light.

Han Yun looked up at the plaque, then swung his white calf-blade, cutting the two characters "鹄月" in two.

"Things from the previous dynasty should remain in the previous dynasty."

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Interior space.

After digesting Ma Qi's memories and related legacy, Han Yun naturally learned the method of using the Crimson-Eyed Dragon Bow.

This bow is a magical artifact, crafted according to the instructions in the painting. The four objects that look like rubies are actually Crimson Serpent Pearls.

The book *Shuyi Ji* records: "Among pearls, there are dragon pearls, which are spat out by dragons; and snake pearls, which are spat out by snakes. A proverb from the South China Sea says: 'A thousand snake pearls are not as good as a rose pearl.' This means that snake pearls are cheap. Rose pearls are also beautiful pearls."

The snake beads contain the spirits and souls bound by shamanic magic. With these four snake beads, the Crimson-Eyed Dragon Bow can fire up to four crimson golden arrows simultaneously.

Once the arrow is fired, it returns upon drawing blood and can be reused.

However, Han Yun had just shattered one of the golden arrows. He carefully examined the Crimson-Eyed Dragon Bow and saw that the left eye of the golden dragon at the top had indeed become dim, as if it had lost its luster.

Han Yun now wished he could slap himself for what he had just done. What was with all that showing off, dissecting dragons and dissecting serpents?
Oh my god!

Well, Han Yun wasn't actually that sad. It's just a magic weapon. Once he finds Ma Xianhong, what kind of magic weapon won't he have?
Han Yun comforted himself in this way.

Then, the black horse that had been acquired was dismembered.

When he reappeared in reality, he had an identical Tang-style horizontal sword in his left hand. The difference was that this sword was called Black Crimson!

White calf, black horse.

As the twin swords were drawn, phantom images of a bull's head and a horse's face flashed by. Now that Han Yun had the twin swords in his hands, he truly seemed to possess a deadly and unpredictable quality.

Next destination: a dog farm in the western suburbs of Kyoto.

Now that private individuals are no longer allowed to raise eagles in China, this person who inherited the skills of eagle training and dog breeding had no choice but to open a dog farm in the western suburbs of Kyoto.

However, in Han Yun's memory, the owner of this dog farm, Tong Muqing, hadn't done anything good either. On the surface, he was in the business of selling pets, but in private, he was involved in dog fighting and betting.

The night was as dark as ink, and the dog farm in the western suburbs was hidden behind a desolate forest. From the courtyard surrounded by high walls and iron fences, the faint sounds of vicious dogs growling and chains clanging could be heard.

Han Yun silently scaled the wall, landing like a falling leaf, but went straight in without any attempt to conceal himself.

After all, although the Silent Technique and the Breath Control Technique can prevent the dog from making any noise and conceal its aura and Qi, the scent on the clothes cannot be hidden from a dog with an enhanced sense of smell.

The courtyard was dimly lit, with a dozen iron cages lined up on the muddy ground, each containing a mastiff with its fur standing on end. The beasts barked wildly as soon as they smelled human presence, their fangs still glistening with undried blood.

"Who?!"

The wooden door to the side room was suddenly kicked open, and a burly man in a fur coat walked out leading a jet-black mastiff.

(End of this chapter)