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

Chapter 20: Words Scattered on the White Sand
"To have mastered this technique to such a high level, it's clear that you've put in a lot of hard work and effort. It must be quite difficult, right?" Master Guo asked with admiration.

Han Yun blushed slightly, scratched his head, and said, "It's alright, it's alright!"

Could he say that he used some of the golden energy from his inner space in order to pursue faster cultivation? But that inner space energy was indeed as described, a veritable panacea.

I only used a little bit, and my comprehension improved greatly. I can only say that it feels amazing to have a cheat code!
Hearing Han Yun say this, Master Guo thought Han Yun was just being modest, and his impression of Han Yun improved even more. So he asked, "You look very young, how old are you?"

Han Yun saw no need to hide it and immediately replied, "Sixteen!"

"sixteen?!"

Master Guo's eyes widened in surprise, because his son, Guo Baokun, was already eighteen years old, and the other party was younger than his son.

He initially thought the other person just looked young and was actually in their twenties, but now he found out they really are young!
Master Guo's lips twitched slightly, and he said quietly, "I'll still call you 'young friend'!"

Or rather, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Master Guo to directly call Han Yun "child".

Then, Master Guo glanced at his few good-for-nothing disciples. They had been with him for so many years, yet they couldn't even master the basics of speaking eloquently. They were all fat and bloated, and there were hardly any thin ones.

The fattest one weighs almost 300 pounds!

The reason he wanted to make money was simply because he was terrified by those "half-grown kids who leeched off their fathers" apprentices a few years ago. He was truly penniless during those years!
Look at others, they started venturing into the world at the age of sixteen.

It’s really hard to compare people to death, and you have to throw away goods when comparing goods!

"Young friend, you said before that you wanted to learn a hundred different arts?" Master Guo asked.

Han Yun nodded: "This is a firm commitment, unwavering in its resolve!"

Upon hearing this, Master Guo sighed and said, "Young friend, take my advice: it's not easy to learn a hundred different arts. As the saying goes, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."

"Why bother trying to get a method from someone else even if it's incredibly difficult, as it might not even suit your needs?"

Han Yun smiled and said, "I might not be a bad candidate. I should give it a try while I'm still young!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Master Guo simply said, "Alright, the road ahead in the martial world is long and difficult. There are already people holding umbrellas for us. I've been rained on myself, and I don't want those who come after me to get wet, so I've taken up the umbrella of Deyun Society."

"Later, several famous crosstalk masters trusted me and entrusted many of their skills to my Deyun Society for transmission. Therefore, I have to be responsible for vetting those who come to learn from me. Please forgive me for this!"

Han Yun cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "I understand!"

Master Guo stood with his hands behind his back and said, "The kung fu of Deyun Society is, in the end, a matter of breath control. Whether it is performing crosstalk or practicing martial arts, it is important to focus the breath on the dantian and concentrate the mind on the center."

"Although it can't compare to those famous schools and sects, it still has hundreds of years of tradition. They say it's not easily passed on. If you want to take this technique, you can!"

"But you have to pass two hurdles."

Han Yun's eyes lit up as he asked, "May I ask which two levels?"

Master Guo held up two fingers: "Talent, character!"

Immediately, Master Guo pointed at his disciples and said, "None of my disciples are good enough. Choose any one of them and spar with them, but do not kill them. Break their techniques within ten moves. This is the first test of your aptitude and also a test of your comprehension!"

"As for the second test of character, you need to answer three questions for me. If the answers satisfy me, I will teach you the skills of the Deyun Society."

"it is good!"

Han Yun immediately agreed.

Then, at Master Guo's command, the disciples lined up in front of Han Yun, each one smiling broadly, looking like a bunch of smiling tigers. Soon, Han Yun chose one of them.

He has a chubby face and isn't particularly outstanding, but he exudes a certain spirit when he stands there, suggesting that he has practiced footwork and movement techniques.

Master Guo immediately smiled and said, "Little Tao, why don't you have a go at this young friend Han?"

"Yes, Master!"

The two took their stances, and the surrounding disciples stepped back, forming a circle to watch the battle with great interest.

The man smiled and opened his long gown, revealing a small cloth bag tied around his waist. He pulled the bag open and poured out a handful of white sand, which he then held in his hand.

"Friend, my name is Tao Yang. My specialty is writing characters with white sand. Please enlighten me!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yun's heart stirred.

He naturally knew about Bai Sha Sa Zi. In his previous life, Bai Sha Sa Zi should have carried a broom, a pair of bamboo boards, and a small cloth bag with white sand inside, which was actually powdered white marble.

When performing, the performer squats in the arena, using the ground as paper and sand as ink, scattering words with his right hand and striking bamboo clappers with his left hand while singing Taiping lyrics to attract the audience. This is a type of round sticky ballad.

I just don't know what kind of methods this extraordinary person uses.

Tao Yang channeled his innate Qi, and the rolling white sand instantly enveloped his hands like water and clouds. With a flick of his wrist, the white sand transformed into a white ribbon that lashed out like a whip, seemingly containing immense force, and emitted a sound as it tore through the air.

Han Yun used the Silent Technique, his figure flashed, and at the same time a scalpel slid out from his sleeve, slicing across the white ribbon with lightning speed.

The blade was covered with a thin layer of qi, which came from the thief's trick, making the blade extremely sharp and capable of cutting through metal silently.

The ribbon was instantly cut into four pieces and drifted away in the wind.

But Han Yun couldn't help but frown, because the sensation was wrong. It felt as if he had just been cutting into thin air, as if there was no real object at all!

Sure enough, in an instant, the four pieces of silk rejoined together and were lightly retrieved by Tao Yang, gathered in his hand.

Then, with both hands outstretched, they danced together, concealing themselves in the white sand.

Then, the two white ribbons transformed into two snow-white pythons, opening their mouths wide, revealing sharp teeth, and lunged at Han Yun.

Tao Yang's movements as he waved the white ribbon reminded Han Yun of a technique.

"Water sleeves?!"

It appears broken yet continuous, like clouds and mist shrouding the mountains, obscuring its true form.

Han Yun's heart stirred, and his figure moved like a fish, his scalpel flashing with cold light, but he could not cut through the white sand ribbon that was like smoke and mist.

The white sand seemed to have a life of its own, sometimes condensing like iron, sometimes scattering like smoke, ever-changing.

"interesting."

Han Yun's lips curled up slightly. Suddenly, he sheathed his sword and put it in his sleeve. Then, he struck out with a soft palm strike. The force in his palm was condensed into a Qi Gang by the innate Qi, like thousands of steel needles being fired at once.

It instantly landed on the white sand and water clouds.

Strangely, the light, floating clouds made a hissing sound, just like the sound of metal rubbing together.

(End of this chapter)