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

Chapter 285 Taking Refuge and Breaking the Seal of Memory

Li Xingyun was startled. Almost instinctively, he grabbed several silver needles he carried with him.

After arriving in the world of Under One Person, under the guidance of the people of Biyou Village, especially Grandpa Bi, Li Xingyun gradually developed his own innate Qi.

It combines with the original internal energy, retaining the characteristics of both systems, to form a special innate Qi, which Li Xingyun tentatively calls: Innate Gang Qi.

Originally, I wanted to call it Tian Gang Qi, but Jin Yong, who has superior roots, uses the Tian Gang Step, and the true Qi he generates is called Tian Gang Qi. This name is also for the purpose of differentiation.

At this moment, the "Innate Qi" formed by the fusion of the Heavenly Gang Technique's internal force and the Innate Qi within Li Xingyun's body instantly poured into the needle.

With a flick of his wrist, several points of cold light shot out, the sound of them tearing through the air sharp and piercing.

This strike, which combines the foundation of Huayang acupuncture with the Qi circulation techniques of Ghost Gate acupuncture, is far more powerful than ordinary, enough to shatter gold and iron!
Even when operated by manpower, it achieved the power of the hidden weapon, the Hualun Needle Crossbow, created by Yuan Tiangang.

However, the newcomer, faced with this fierce attack, neither dodged nor avoided, but calmly waved his hand gently, the movement as smooth as a whisk.

Those silver needles, brimming with immense power, were silently gathered into his palm, like swallows returning to their nests, without even causing a ripple.

"The foundation of Huayang needle, combined with the Qi circulation techniques of Guimen needle, not bad, quite promising."

The newcomer spoke, his voice carrying a hint of approval, and an indescribable sense of remoteness: "It seems that you haven't come to this world without making some progress."

Li Xingyun was shocked. Not only did his opponent easily parry his full-force sneak attack, but he also saw through the essence of his methods.

He suppressed his shock, stared intently at the other person's face, which appeared somewhat blurred in the moonlight, and shouted sharply, "Who are you?!"

The newcomer chuckled softly, a laugh that seemed to pierce through layers of mist: "Me? The one who brought you to this world."

Before Li Xingyun could think further, the man continued, his tone carrying a transcendent air: "The Buddhists say, 'The three thousand worlds are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, a single leaf holds a Bodhi tree, a single flower holds a world.' Do you know this?"

Li Xingyun frowned, his mind filled with doubts.

"What do you mean? Does that mean I'm not some employee of Nadutong who's been corrupted by the power of will?"

This self-doubt that had troubled him for so long seemed to have found a completely different, yet even more unbelievable, answer at this moment.

"I'm too lazy to explain further," the newcomer said with an unquestionable indifference. "Just see for yourself!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Xingyun saw a blur before his eyes, and the person was already right in front of him, moving faster than his visual perception could capture.

Before he could even react, he saw the other party extend a finger, and at the fingertip, a drop of golden liquid, like morning dew, containing seven-colored light, had condensed.

Although the droplet was small, it exuded an extremely beautiful aura, which immediately attracted Li Xingyun's attention.

"go with!"

With a low shout from the newcomer, the golden dewdrop transformed into a stream of light, irresistibly plunging directly into Li Xingyun's brow and spiritual platform.

"Ugh—!"

Li Xingyun felt a deafening roar in his mind, as if countless images were exploding at the same time.

He was no longer a participant, but a mere bystander, his consciousness being pulled and thrown into a vast torrent of memories.

He saw it!

He saw the world of Painting Rivers and Lakes: Bad Guys, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to him!

However, the world's trajectory was completely different from what he remembered. The boy who bore the name "Li Xingyun" was no longer indecisive, no longer evasive or retreating, but decisive and ruthless, with a broad vision.

He witnessed how "Li Xingyun" clashed with Yuan Tiangang, how he allied with the Qi Kingdom, and how he led an army of immortal demons to sweep through Luoyang and kill Zhu Wen.

Even in front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he forced all the feudal lords in the land to submit!

He saw the banners of the Tang Dynasty flying high once again, and a brand new golden age called "Qian Yuan" rising in the hands of "Li Xingyun".

All that glory and all that he had achieved were clearly imprinted in his mind, as if he had experienced them firsthand, yet there was a cold barrier separating them; he was merely an observer.

He also saw how the real him, who had emerged from the Sword Pavilion and yearned for a life of leisure, was taken away by a beam of light and thrown into this unfamiliar world called "Under One Person".

All the fog was dispelled at that moment.

He is not some madman corrupted by willpower; his memories are real, his identity is real, he is Li Xingyun, a direct descendant of Emperor Taizong of Tang.

And the person in front of him is the mastermind who banished him from his own world and orchestrated another "Li Xingyun" legend!
"Ha ha……"

Li Xingyun abruptly broke free from the torrent of memories, his consciousness returning to reality. He gasped for breath, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot from extreme anger and the humiliation of being fooled.

He stared intently at Han Yun, who remained calm and collected, his anger erupting like a volcano.

It turns out that all my previous confusion, pain, struggle, and the humiliation of being surrounded by enemies were all thanks to the person in front of me.

He stole his identity, his world, and everything that should have belonged to him!
"Asshole!!"

Li Xingyun let out a low, suppressed roar, and the innate Qi that had been fused within his body began to circulate wildly at an unprecedented speed.

The aura of utmost yang, purity, and strength emanated from his body, forming a visible, slightly distorted transparent force field around him.

Without another word, he moved swiftly, like an arrow released from a bow, and pounced straight at Han Yun!
The afterimage remained in place, but the real body had already attacked with the force of collapsing mountains and splitting rocks.

With the blessing of the innate Qi formed by the combination of the Heavenly Gang Technique and the Primordial Qi, his punches and kicks were not only powerful and heavy, comparable to those of a master of external martial arts, but also carried an invincible and sharp Qi.

The air crackled and popped as the fist passed by!

At the same time, he pointed his fingers like a knife, and the pure innate Qi materialized into a form, and a solid Tang Dynasty horizontal sword, shimmering with a pale golden light, appeared in his hand.

The blade moved with the man, and a sharp, crescent-shaped blade aura swept out, snapping grass and trees in its path. Several trees as thick as bowls in the distance snapped in two, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

Despite Li Xingyun's furious and almost desperate attack, Han Yun remained relaxed and at ease.

He didn't even make any big movements, just turning to the side, taking a small step, or raising his hand, often just flicking his finger, his fingertip precisely hitting the core of Li Xingyun's most powerful and forceful attack.

"Ding!"

A clear, crisp sound, like the tinkling of gold and jade.

Li Xingyun's powerful fist force, capable of splitting stone tablets, or his incomparably sharp sword energy, dissipated instantly as if they had struck an invisible barrier.

He was pushed backward by a supple yet irresistible force.

Han Yun's two fingers gleamed faintly with a golden luster under the moonlight, as if they were not made of flesh and blood, but rather of diamond and white jade.

The longer Li Xingyun failed to break through, the more furious and frustrated he became. His moves grew increasingly ruthless, combining the various Qi cultivation methods taught by Bi Yuan with his own martial arts skills to unleash a series of unexpected attacks.

In an instant, the arena was filled with fierce winds and bursts of air, leaving the surrounding grass in a mess. However, Han Yun remained as if strolling in a garden, moving freely through Li Xingyun's storm of attacks. Every effortless parry or flick of the finger precisely thwarted Li Xingyun's offensive, as if an adult were toying with a child.

In fact, Han Yun could end this battle at any time if he wanted to.

The commotion here had already alerted Biyou Village.

Soon, lights began to illuminate the village, and several figures sped out of the village at great speed. The leader was none other than Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village, who was dressed in a white, fitted weapon-refining robe, had a bandage wrapped around his forehead, and had sharp eyes.

Behind him, Bi Yuan, Jin Yong, Qiu Rang, Zhang Kun, Liu Wukui, Zhong Xiaolong, Ding Zihuan, Haricha Gai and other top talents followed closely.

Since there is still some time before the start of the story, Fu Rong, Zhao Guizhen, and others from the original comic have not yet joined Biyou Village.

Seeing Li Xingyun engaged in a fierce battle with a stranger, or rather, being unilaterally toyed with, and the chaotic battlefield, everyone's faces showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

They were well aware of Li Xingyun's abilities, which were not weak, yet they were so easily defeated. Just how strong must his opponent be?

Ma Xianhong's gaze swept over Han Yun, sensing the other's unfathomable and carefree aura. His brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"Stop! Who dares to run wild in my Biyou Village?!"

Upon hearing Ma Xianhong's voice, Han Yun casually thrust out a palm, seemingly slow, yet containing an irresistible and immense force.

Li Xingyun used the Tang Hengdao sword formed from Qi to block in front of him, but he was still pushed backward by this force, his legs and the Qi sword carving three deep furrows in the ground.

The soil churned and rolled, and he barely managed to steady himself more than ten steps away, his blood and qi churning within him.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging internal energy. Seeing Ma Xianhong leading a group of highly skilled cultivators to arrive, he felt somewhat relieved. He then sheathed his sword, stood up, and nodded to Ma Xianhong, saying, "Master."

Ma Xianhong's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He genuinely disliked the title "Master," finding it rather awkward. However, in front of outsiders, he didn't correct himself, simply nodding calmly.

Then, he fixed his gaze on Han Yun and questioned, "Who are you? Why did you break into my Biyou Village in the dead of night and even fight with the most talented people in my village?"

His tone grew colder, making his stance clear: "If you're a friend, Biyou Village will welcome you. But if you've come looking for trouble..."

He paused, a faint glow of magical artifacts swirling around him: "Then don't blame me for being impolite."

Despite the hostility of the crowd, Han Yun remained calm, chuckled, and directly stated his purpose: "Village Chief Ma, please be patient. I have only one purpose in coming here: to invite everyone from Biyou Village to join Nadutong."

"company?"

Ma Xianhong's pupils suddenly contracted as he instantly recalled Li Xingyun's previous experience, and a sense of disgust arose within him.

He refused decisively, saying, "Hmph! My Biyou Village is just a group of like-minded friends who pursue freedom."

"As the village chief, I have a responsibility to provide them with shelter. Join the company? Sorry, we can't stand that kind of constraint. Please leave!"

He stepped forward, blocking Li Xingyun's path, his posture firm: "If you want to forcibly take away the people from my village, you'll have to ask me, Ma Xianhong, for permission first!"

After saying that, he spread his arms, making a gesture to see the guest out.

Han Yun shook his head, his smile meaningful: "Village Chief Ma, don't be so absolute. I might have something you've always dreamed of."

Ma Xianhong frowned: "What is that?"

Han Yun looked directly into Ma Xianhong's eyes and said, word by word, "For example, the complete memory you lost."

Ma Xianhong's body jolted, his eyes instantly turning incredibly sharp: "What do you mean?!"

Don't you want to know what you've been through?

Before he finished speaking, Han Yun vanished, and in the next moment, he had already crossed the distance between the two of them and appeared directly in front of Ma Xianhong.

With lightning speed, his fingers once again condensed a golden dewdrop containing seven-colored light, which he placed directly on Ma Xianhong's brow. However, this dewdrop was slightly different, as it contained a power of restoration and nourishment.

While the Dual-Hand Technique can certainly alter memories, it ultimately works on the spiritual realm. However, Buddhism can be considered the patriarch of spiritual cultivation.

In Buddhism, there are three refuges.

I take refuge in the Buddha, the Honored One with Two Feet, the Buddha who is endowed with both blessings and wisdom.

I take refuge in the Dharma, the Venerable One who is Free from Desire, for the Buddha's teachings can liberate one from desire.

I take refuge in the Sangha, the most honored among all, the Sangha is a pure field of merit.

Taking refuge means turning to the right path and having something to rely on!
Only by taking refuge in oneself, rectifying one's original mind, upholding the righteousness of one's spirit, and eliminating all external evil and demonic means can one be considered a true practitioner of Mahayana Buddhism. Such methods are also recorded in the lineage of the Buddha Kongwang.

It's better to let Ma Xianhong see things clearly for himself. Also, Han Yun really didn't want to waste any more words.

"Om-!"

At this critical moment, the Three Treasures Beads ritual implement worn around Ma Xianhong's neck activated in response, and the three beads shone brightly.

Especially the one in the middle, which instantly erected a solid protective aura, firmly protecting his entire body. This protective artifact was highly spiritual, capable of automatically resisting external evils and self-repairing, making it a true defensive treasure.

However, faced with Han Yun's seemingly casual finger strike, the protective qi shield that was strong enough to withstand the powerful attack was as fragile as glass, failing to block it even for a moment.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Three crisp cracking sounds rang out almost simultaneously!

On the three precious beads, the central bead shattered into dust, while the two beads on either side dimmed instantly. Clearly, the repair mechanism had been triggered, but it was far from keeping up with the speed of destruction.

This precious protective artifact was instantly stripped of all its protective effects by Han Yun's single finger.

Ma Xianhong had no time to make any effective reaction and could only watch helplessly as the golden dewdrop ignored all obstacles and disappeared into his spiritual platform.

"Master!"

"what have you done?!"

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The people around them, who were of superior spiritual capacity, reacted in surprise, their faces filled with worry and anger.

Chou Rang, known for his fiery temper, was enraged by the sight. He gripped his magical artifact, the gilded Ruyi, tightly and roared, "Why waste words with him? Let's take him down first!"

In an instant, Jin Yong stepped forward, locking onto the target with his aura; Zhong Xiaolong's fingers gathered energy; and Haricha's muscles bulged, poised to strike.

Ding Zihuan activated Ghost Shadow Step, his figure appearing and disappearing; the ground beneath Zhang Kun's feet rippled slightly, and Liu Wu Kui's body revealed the Five Directions Exorcist Mask; Li Xingyun also stood holding a knife.

All the top-tier cultivators entered battle mode, surrounding Han Yun with murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)