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

Chapter 105 Loyal Souls Forever
"So it's Senior Guan!"

Han Yun bowed to the old man again, then turned back to look at the menacing Guan Yu sword, and murmured, "I wonder if Lian Po, now old, can still eat?"

"What's wrong, young man? Do you want to see the sharpness of this blade?"

Han Yun smiled and said, "This junior would certainly like to have the honor of learning from you, it all depends on whether you will grant me this opportunity!"

Looking at Han Yun's energetic face, the old man grinned and shouted, "Good!"

In an instant, the old man's eyes changed, from cloudy to bright and piercing, exuding a murderous aura reminiscent of the military.

The old man took a step, leaped through the air, and arrived at the high platform shrine. He first bowed solemnly to Lord Guan, and then pulled the sword from its hilt with one hand.

The old man's thin arms instantly became taut and knotted, replaced by a surge of vital energy that condensed into a thin mist of blood-red color on his body.

"Clang!"

The Guan Yu sword was carried into the air by a powerful force. The old man looked at the sword and saw him leap into the air, gripping the hilt with one hand. The heavy Guan Yu sword was as easy to use as an extension of his own arm in his hand.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a roar like a dragon's cry. The malevolent energy swirling around the blade instantly surged, transforming into a crimson mist that enveloped the old man.

As the old man landed, the blade slashed down, cracking the bluestone floor with a three-foot-long gash.

His rough fingers traced the hilt of Guan Yu's broadsword, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes as he murmured, "Old buddy, you shouldn't have been buried here with me!"

He then stood with his sword drawn and said to Han Yun, "Young man, take three of my blows, and after that, I'll give you this Guan Yu sword!"

Han Yun said, "Senior, isn't this a bit too arbitrary? Aren't you afraid of entrusting this to the wrong person?"

To everyone's surprise, the old man smiled and said, "Whether you are a good person or a bad person, my skills would have no successors in this peaceful era. Just treat them as an object to be passed down."

Having said that, the old man immediately drew his knife and stood up.

"The first strike—Azure Dragon Crescent Blade!"

The old man strode forward like thunder, his Guan Yu sword slashing diagonally upwards, the blade energy transforming into a ten-foot-long azure dragon. The dragon was crescent-shaped, its scales and claws adorned with fiery clouds formed from the blood and qi of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Han Yun calmly extended two fingers to clamp the terrifying Azure Dragon Blade Qi. The Azure Dragon Blade Qi trembled violently between Han Yun's fingers, emitting a piercing buzz, but it could not penetrate any further.

The old man's eyes gleamed brightly, and he laughed loudly, "Excellent! Excellent cultivation! Excellent life force!"

Han Yun smiled slightly and flicked his finger, causing the Azure Dragon Blade Qi to shatter and turn into specks of bloody light rain.

"The second strike—Riding Alone for a Thousand Miles!"

The old man's figure suddenly blurred, as if he had turned into a blood-red afterimage, spinning rapidly around Han Yun.

Guan Yu's sword drew crimson trails in the air, like a thousand troops galloping by, its momentum continuous yet implying the resolute determination of a lone army venturing deep into enemy territory.

Han Yun suddenly felt the air around him freeze, and the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses rang in his ears.

But Han Yun remained standing still, his hands behind his back, only shifting his feet slightly, dodging the blade by the slightest margin each time it was about to strike.

His clothes were lifted by the wind from the blade, but they were never touched by the blade.

The old man fought with increasing ferocity, his blade becoming ever more ruthless. Finally, all the afterimages merged into one, and the Guan Yu Blade, with the force of a thunderbolt, cleaved straight at Han Yun's face!

Han Yun finally raised his hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and tapped the blade.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the temple. Guan Yu's sword was jolted high into the air by the force of the finger strike, and the old man had to take three steps back to regain his balance.

"Excellent finger technique!" the old man exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with even stronger fighting spirit.

Han Yun cupped his hands and said, "Senior's swordsmanship is superb; I admire it greatly."

The old man laughed heartily: "Don't give me that! There's one last cut, so get ready!"

Having said that, the old man took a deep breath, and his blood energy suddenly receded inward, as if he had become one with the Guan Yu sword. The murderous aura on the blade no longer emanated outward, but instead all retracted back into the blade, making the ancient blade appear an eerie dark red.

"The Third Strike—A Severance of Righteousness Across Time!"

The old man slowly raised his knife; the movement seemed slow, yet it gave the impression that there was no way to dodge it. This strike no longer contained mere killing intent, but rather a resolute determination born from a life of experience and a profound understanding of life and death.

Han Yun's expression finally became a little serious. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a golden longsword condensed from the Qi of Dan Yun appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The blade struck silently, yet with immense weight, as if it would cleave the entire space in two.

Han Yun raised his sword to meet the attack, and the moment their swords clashed, the entire Guandi Temple trembled. The statue of Guan Yu on the shrine swayed slightly, and incense ash from the incense burner flew up.

After a while, everything calmed down.

The old man sheathed his knife and stood there, his breathing somewhat disordered, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Han Yun sheathed the Dan Yun sword in his hand, and then sincerely exclaimed, "What a righteous man who transcends time!"

The old man turned the Guan Yu sword upside down, with the hilt facing Han Yun, and solemnly said, "This sword is yours."

Han Yun accepted the blade with both hands, feeling its heavy weight and lingering murderous aura. He solemnly said, "This junior will certainly not fail your expectations, senior."

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly swayed and his face turned pale.

Han Yun hurriedly said worriedly, "Senior!"

The old man waved his hand and laughed, "It's alright, I'm just a little overdrawn. I'm old and useless now."

He looked at the Guan Yu sword in Han Yun's hand, his eyes filled with relief: "This sword has been with me for more than seventy years, and today it has finally found a new master."

"Young man, remember, a knife may be a weapon, but the heart of the person wielding it is what truly matters."

Han Yun bowed deeply: "This junior will remember."

The old man patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the statue of Guan Yu, his back view showing remarkable ease. He murmured, "The Green Dragon Crescent Blade still stands, but the one who wielded it is nowhere to be seen..."

"Guan Qingquan, return to the team!"

The sound faded, and the old man's figure gradually blurred amidst the swirling incense smoke, as if merging with the statue of Guan Gong.

Han Yun, holding the knife in both hands, cupped his hands in farewell and said, "Respectfully bidding farewell to the senior, may your loyal soul live on forever!"

That's right. This old man was not actually a living person, but a wisp of his soul left behind in the world, which was attached to the Guan Yu's great sword. Now he has finally been relieved and his wish has been fulfilled.

Was the old man guarding a knife?
Perhaps it is, or perhaps it isn't.

This knife is not only a symbol of himself, but also a symbol of his brother.

The old man has been guarding this place for decades, probably hoping to find a successor for himself and his brothers, so that they wouldn't lose their roots and the family lineage.

But in the end, they still couldn't find a suitable candidate.

After his death, his soul transformed into a spirit and stayed here, unwilling to leave. Now, his soul has let go of its obsession and is finally free.

(End of this chapter)