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

Chapter 140 Han Xiangzi's Legacy

Upon hearing this, Han Yun simply smiled and said, "The remains of an immortal are full of mysteries. I merely wish to explore them."

The middle-aged man squinted his drunken eyes, looked Han Yun up and down, and suddenly grinned, "You young man are quite interesting. Well then, since you want to see, come with me."

After saying that, he swayed as he got up and led Han Yun into the temple.

After passing through several palaces, we arrived at a deep, dark cave. Inside, faint fluorescent lights flickered, and a strange fragrance wafted in the air.

"This is it."

The middle-aged man pointed inside the cave, "The spirit bones are at the deepest part. But..."

He rubbed his fingers together, revealing a shrewd smile.

Han Yun understood and took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it over. The man took the money, felt its thickness, and nodded in satisfaction: "Go in, and remember, don't touch the spirit bone."

Han Yun slowly walked into the cave. The further he went, the stronger the exotic fragrance became, giving him a feeling of ethereal bliss. The cave walls were covered with strange patterns that shimmered faintly in the darkness.

As you walk deeper in, you see a vermilion railing, behind which is a stone crevice. In that crevice, there is a piece of white, jade-like finger bone, surrounded by a faint halo.

If you don't look closely, most people probably wouldn't even notice it.

Han Yun stared at the piece of translucent white finger bone, a strange feeling suddenly rising in his heart. The aura emanating from that spiritual bone gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

He pondered for a moment, then gathered a wisp of primordial Qi at his fingertip and gently touched the spiritual bone. The instant the Qi touched it, a clear and melodious flute sound suddenly rang out in the cave, and the finger bone actually shone with a dazzling light!
The spirit bone gradually unfolded and deformed in the light, eventually transforming into a smooth and lustrous jade bamboo flute, which landed steadily in Han Yun's palm.

The flute is engraved with cloud patterns, feels cool to the touch, and faintly exudes a flowing energy. Above it are two rows of small, flying-white characters: "Playing the flute summons the sea's colors, striking the sword evokes the sound of falling tides. A thousand years of Xiangzi's tears still resonate like the cry of a jade dragon."

Then, Han Yun felt a slight vibration in the jade flute in his hand, and a clear note arose spontaneously. A wind suddenly rose in the cave, and the cloud-shaped patterns around the rock crevices lit up, weaving together in the air to form a scripture.

"The Purple Mansion Flute Chapter"!
Four ancient seal characters shone brightly at the top of the scroll. Han Yun observed them closely and discovered that this was actually a cultivation method that used music to enter the Dao. The melodies recorded in it, such as "Dragon's Roar in the Vast Sea," were all in harmony with the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

The patterns disappeared only after Han Yun memorized them.

Han Yun stared at the jade flute in his hand, and a cool sensation spread from his palm to his whole body, and images appeared in his mind.

Where the tide rises in the blue sea, a Taoist in white robes rides the waves and plays the flute, causing thousands of fish and dragons to dance; on the snowy Zhongnan Mountains, the same Taoist stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds in a daze; and on the ancient Han Pass Road, there is the lonely figure of a Taoist walking alone in the snow.

It felt like something was missing from my life.

"Han Xiangzi!"

Han Yun muttered to himself as these images flashed by like a revolving lantern, finally settling on a cave dwelling.

"She's not here either!"

The white-robed Taoist sighed, then sat cross-legged on the stone platform facing east. His body gradually dissolved into nothingness, except for one section of his translucent white finger bone, which remained unchanged and became even more crystal clear.

Many years later, a middle-aged man with a palm-leaf fan came here, picked up the remains, built a temple to enshrine them, and preserved their spiritual essence.

That middle-aged man was the same disheveled man we had seen before!

Han Yun suddenly turned around and saw that the middle-aged man had been standing behind him at some point, his eyes, though blurry with drunkenness, still held a hint of clarity.

"It seems this spirit bone is destined for you."

The man grinned and said, "Before Xiangzu passed away, he said that this bone could only be obtained by those with a predestined connection. Today, we have finally found it."

Han Yun held the jade flute in his hand, his heart trembling: "Just who is this senior?"

The man laughed heartily, his figure suddenly dissipating like mist, only to reappear at the other end of the cave: "I'm just a drunkard who guards the gate." Han Yun wanted to ask more questions, but the man's figure had already vanished, leaving only his voice echoing in the cave.

"Go and rest, go and rest, don't ask any more questions!"

Han Yun was shocked to see this. With his current cultivation level, he was unable to detect how the man had disappeared. It wasn't until he walked out of the cave that Han Yun suddenly realized this.

With his chest exposed and a palm-leaf fan in hand, isn't that exactly the image of the patriarch Zhongli Quan?

Why didn't I think of that before?

Could it be that the other party intervened to block my fixed perception of Zhongli Quan?
Han Yun shook his head, not wanting to think about it any further. The matter was already settled, so why bother to delve too deeply? Besides, he had already benefited from it, hadn't he?

Han Yun gently placed the jade flute to his lips, and for some reason, he spontaneously played a peaceful melody without any instruction, before slowly walking down the mountain.

On the other side of the mountain path, a woman carrying wine and meat walked up the mountain. Upon hearing the sound of the flute, she stopped and stood still.

"This flute music... is quite beautiful!"

One person went up the mountain, and the other went down the mountain; they took different paths and just missed each other.

The woman arrived at the ancestral temple of Bitian Cave, and the middle-aged man who had disappeared reappeared. The woman put the wine and meat aside and called out, "Master!"

The middle-aged man nodded as if sighing, then said, "The time has come, and it's time to end the bond between us, master and disciple."

"Master, I don't want to."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Alas, you can't act recklessly as you please. You were born with the fate of a child, but your nature was strong while your life was weak, and your body couldn't bear it. Your parents brought you here to beg for help, and I took action to seal your fate."

"Today, it's time to lift the lockdown!"

The woman was taken aback by his words and asked in confusion, "Master, why so suddenly today?"

The middle-aged man tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, laughing heartily, "Silly girl, when fate runs its course, it's over. Why ask so many questions? Besides..."

He squinted his drunken eyes and looked down the mountain: "That piece of spiritual bone has met its destined owner, and this dilapidated temple should also be dismantled."

The woman followed his gaze and could vaguely see Han Yun's figure at the end of the mountain path. Her heart tightened inexplicably, as if something important was slipping through her fingers.

"Close your eyes and concentrate."

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly turned serious. The woman dared not be negligent and quickly sat cross-legged. The man gently waved his palm-leaf fan, and a golden light flew out from the fan, directly into the woman's brow.

"what!"

The woman let out a soft cry, and her body was immediately enveloped in a seven-colored glow. She felt as if the shackles within her body were breaking inch by inch, and a powerful force surged from her dantian to her limbs and bones.

Then, a green dragon in the shape of Qi emerged from his body and circled around him.

"Is this my destiny as a child of destiny? A green dragon?"

The middle-aged man nodded, his expression complex, and said, "To be precise, she is a dragon girl."

At the same time, he secretly thought to himself, "She's a dragon girl who likes to play tricks on people!"

When the woman came to her senses, she saw the middle-aged man's figure gradually fading away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)