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

Chapter 50 The Difficulty of Inheritance
We arrived at Dingxianglou.

Boss Sun greeted him with a big smile, but when he saw Yang Baoquan covered in sand, he immediately asked in surprise, "Old Yang, what happened to you?"

Yang Baoquan's face was dark, clearly not wanting to bring this up: "What else could it be? He was thrown."

As he patted the dirt off Yang Baoquan, Boss Sun laughed and said, "Hey, just kidding, who could possibly fall faster than you? Maybe it's Brother Liu?"

Yang Baoquan's face twitched even more: "It's Brother Liu who's the one who threw me."

As he spoke, Yang Baoquan stepped aside, making way for Han Yun.

Han Yun cupped his hands in greeting: "Boss Sun, we meet again!"

Mr. Sun's eyes widened: "It's you!?"

"it's me!"

Mr. Sun really didn't expect that when this young man said he wanted to participate in the competition at noon, many people were laughing at him. He didn't expect that the young man was really capable!
Afterwards, Mr. Sun invited the two to a private room on the second floor to serve tea.

After they were seated, Yang Baoquan asked, "Brother Han, you are so accomplished at such a young age. You must have come from a prestigious school, right?"

Han Yun smiled but did not answer, instead asking, "Master Yang, is there a reason for setting up a challenge to accept disciples?"

Yang Baoquan sighed and began to complain. He said, "To be honest, my grandfather Yang Baolu's generation has been learning wrestling. As the saying goes, we should have good fortune, wealth, and longevity, but my son Baofu is not good at cultivating qi and he can't bring himself to go through the hardship of learning wrestling."

"Judging from your moves, you must have studied wrestling before. You naturally know that this requires training from a young age, and mastering it is difficult!"

“I’m over fifty now. I’ve taken on a few apprentices, but none of them are particularly outstanding. It would be a real shame if no one were to inherit my skills.”

"Over the years, I have traveled all over the world in search of a suitable successor, but unfortunately I have never been able to find one."

Han Yun nodded: "I see."

Han Yun knew some of the training methods used in traditional wrestling.

When I was a child, my body was not strong enough, so I would fill sandbags as tall as myself with cotton to practice my skills; after a few years, I would soak the cotton in water and feel its softness and strength.

When he grew up, the cotton in the sandbag was replaced with beans, and then with sand. Once he came into contact with sand, he could be considered to have barely entered the field.

The young man, strong and vigorous, stopped throwing sandbags and started throwing wooden stakes. In the memory of Na Kui that Han Yun obtained, these wooden stakes were special. They had to be made of pine wood that had been soaked in the cold water of Northeast China for several years, making them both hard and heavy.

After the wooden stakes came stone pillars, iron pillars, and bronze pillars. The pillars weighed over a thousand pounds and were tightly bound with hemp ropes soaked in tung oil, making them extremely difficult to grip.

Therefore, in the end, the extraordinary wrestlers possess the strength to uproot mountains and lift cauldrons, and the power to carve stone and knead gold, all of which are forged from wrestling with copper pillars.

If you train until you're thirty and can throw an iron pillar, that's considered pretty good; you could say you're qualified in the wrestling profession.

However, Zhili fast wrestling has an additional element compared to ordinary wrestling, emphasizing the use of the ankles to cut grass like a sickle and the extension and retraction of the legs like an ape's arm.

So, over time, the standards for accepting apprentices were raised again.

One must have the aptitude for Qi cultivation, possess strong but not clumsy muscles and bones, and instead be agile and able to endure hardship.

If you go back a few decades, there were plenty of people who were willing to put in the effort to learn the skills, but now it's the 21st century, and everyone is pampered by their parents, so who would be willing to put in the hard work?
Boss Sun clearly knew the inside story, and clicked his tongue and said, "Old Yang, your requirements for wrestling are too high. These days, which young person isn't spoiled? There aren't many who can endure hardship, let alone have the aptitude for Qi cultivation."

Yang Baoquan gave a wry smile: "Yes, that's why I set up the competition to take on apprentices, hoping to find a good talent. Brother Han's fall today has given me hope." Han Yun smiled slightly: "Master Yang, you flatter me. Seeing your fast wrestling today is truly a pleasant surprise."

Yang Baoquan waved his hand and laughed, "Hey, this is all the skill I have left in this old body. But Brother Han, your wrestling technique doesn't seem like it's amateurish; it looks like you've had proper training."

Han Yun smiled slightly and casually covered it up, saying, "I learned a couple of tricks when I was a kid, it's nothing."

After a cup of tea, Yang Baoquan suddenly said seriously, "Brother Han, if you are really interested in wrestling, why don't you stay here for a few more days? Although I dare not teach you, we can always learn from each other."

Han Yun hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Since Master Yang is so kind, then I will respectfully accept your offer."

Boss Sun laughed heartily: "Great! My Dingxiang Restaurant will be bustling with activity! Old Yang, don't hold back any information!"

Yang Baoquan laughed and scolded, "Get lost! When have I ever kept anything secret? I'd love for someone to learn everything I have!"

The three chatted for a while longer. That evening, Yang Baoquan specially prepared a whole donkey feast to entertain Han Yun. The food was indeed delicious. As it got late, Boss Sun arranged for Han Yun to stay in the backyard of Dingxianglou.

There was a reason why Han Yun stayed in Lujuqiao for a few days. Since he was in charge of the farmers' market, he naturally needed to stock up on some goods.

Live cows, live horses, live donkeys—Han Yun didn't discriminate. All he wanted was the essence of life. Once the animals were broken down in the inner space, they were all the same; it was just a matter of how much was produced.

Inside the interior space.

Han Yun closed his eyes and sensed the inner core within his body, as well as the blazing golden heart fire beneath it.

Ge Zu left a message: "The elixir takes a long time to form, so one must be diligent and never give up. Moreover, the timing of the process must be just right; it cannot be rushed or slowed down, otherwise one will harm oneself."

But who is Han Yun?

If there's a cheat/plugin, you'll naturally use it.

Han Yun introduced a ball of life essence into his body and completely integrated it, causing his innate Qi to surge by three points.

At the same time, Han Yun's heart burned even more fiercely.

The ethereal primordial energy, after being tempered by the blazing golden heart fire, gradually solidified into a liquid, and mixed with the external medicinal power originally hidden in Han Yun's body, gradually attached itself to the inner core.

Under the tempering of the golden heart fire, the inner elixir gradually developed a lustrous sheen, trembling slightly as if it were alive.

Han Yun could clearly sense that the elixir body was growing slowly and steadily, and the inner elixir was becoming more and more solid under the burning of the heart fire, faintly giving birth to a trace of golden immortality.

He opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. The feeling of his cultivation improving was intoxicating: "At this rate, in a few more days, my inner core will grow even stronger."

However, every bit of progress I make comes at the cost of money. Fortunately, I received many treasures from Lang Chun before, so I don't need to worry too much in the near future.

The next moment, Han Yun's heart skipped a beat.

It'll be the beginning of the month again in a few days.

Who knows what will be the next time we enter the interior space?
Han Yun only asked, "Please send someone!"
He actually really wants to see other worlds.

(End of this chapter)