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

Chapter 286 Biyou's Shocking Turn of Events, Qu Tong's Crimes Revealed

At this moment, Ma Xianhong stood frozen in place, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and his expression constantly shifting.

As if immersed in some kind of intense mental shock, he seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him.

Qiu Rang's roar was like a fuse that ignited the fuse, and the top-tier talents, who had been waiting for their turn to strike, attacked almost simultaneously.

"Ugh——!"

Jin Yong took the lead in stepping out with the Heavenly Gang Step. His steps were mysterious, and his Heavenly Gang Qi surged around him, drawing in the surrounding airflow and creating an invisible sense of pressure, attempting to lock onto Han Yun's figure and restrict his movements.

Almost simultaneously, Zhong Xiaolong flicked his fingers, and several condensed, almost tangible, energy blasts emitted sharp, piercing sounds, like bullets fired from a gun, shooting towards Han Yun's vital points from tricky angles to suppress him from a distance.

"Look at me!"

Liu Wu Kui let out a sharp cry, and the illusory mask of the Five Directions Exorcists flashed around her, granting her astonishing power and speed. Her small figure shot out like a cannonball, her fist carrying a fierce wind, aiming straight for Han Yun's side.

Harichagai was not to be outdone. With a low roar, the extraordinary body of the Golden Family erupted, muscles bulging, the ground trembling slightly with each step. His fist, as big as a casserole dish, used pure power to block Han Yun's retreat in conjunction with Liu Wu Kui.

Ding Zihuan's figure flickered in place, as if blending into the shadows, and he silently sneaked behind Han Yun using Ghost Shadow Step. His fingertips gathered cold Qi energy, and he thrust it straight at Han Yun's vital point in the back.

Zhang Kun had already disappeared underground, causing the ground to ripple slightly, like water ripples, waiting for the right moment to launch a surprise attack as an Earth Immortal.

Bi Yuan's old eyes flashed with a sharp light. He did not rush to get close. Instead, he flicked his fingers, and several fine, hair-like needles with a faint glow were already between his fingers. He was looking for a gap in Han Yun's protective qi flow, preparing to break through his defenses with a single strike.

The Tang Hengdao sword in Li Xingyun's hand, formed from innate Qi, emitted a clear and melodious sword sound, and the sword Qi rose again.

In coordination with the group's attack, a sharp golden arc of light slashed towards Han Yun's lower body, aiming to leave him unable to defend himself from both ends.

In an instant, the wind howled and the energy surged, as attacks from different directions wove together a dense net that tightly enveloped Han Yun.

Although the cooperation among those with superior abilities was not perfect, their unique skills and fierce courage made their attacks relentless and tightly linked, enough to kill an ordinary expert instantly.

However, faced with this suffocating siege, Han Yun simply smiled.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his body slightly shifting to the side, and in the blink of an eye, he found a gap amidst the barrage of attacks.

The first target was the most dazzling gilded auspicious light.

Without dodging or avoiding, he reached out and grabbed at the golden light that resembled a python or a dragon!
"Buzz!"

The energy impact, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, was precisely caught by his five fingers.

The golden light twisted and struggled wildly in his palm, but it was like a venomous snake being held by its vital spot, unable to advance an inch.

"broken."

Han Yun parted his lips slightly, and a stream of incomparably pure and condensed innate Qi flowed into the golden light through his palm, causing hundreds of subtle forces of different frequencies to erupt simultaneously!
"boom--!"

Like shattered glass, the imposing golden light was forcibly squeezed and scattered, turning into countless points of light that vanished into nothingness.

Moreover, that domineering power traveled upstream along the golden light, directly impacting the gilded Ruyi in Qiu Rang's hand.

"Crack!"

Qiu Rang's expression changed drastically. He felt an irresistible force coming from him. His prized magical artifact, the gilded Ruyi, let out a mournful cry. Its surface was instantly covered with cracks, and it lost all its spiritual light. It was clearly ruined.

In an instant, the jade ring on his finger reacted and instantly erected a golden, glass-like protective shield.

However, this defensive artifact, which was strong enough to withstand heavy blows, only lasted for a moment under the impact of the residual force transmitted from Han Yun from a distance, before it shattered like a bubble with a "poof".

"what?!"

Chou Rang was horrified and was pushed back by the force of the recoil, his tiger's mouth split open and blood flowed freely.

With just one strike, he destroyed two magical artifacts that he had painstakingly crafted. Even a sect leader wouldn't have such an ability, right?

Just as Han Yun crushed the golden light, Haricha Gai and Liu Wu Kui's fists were already striking from his left and right.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Han Yun simultaneously reached out with both hands and lightly placed them on the wrists of the two people, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It's clear that he's harboring some wicked intentions.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Han Yun subdued the two men.

Haricha felt as if his immense strength, enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, had vanished without a trace, while Liu Wukui felt as if his fist had struck a spinning ball of cotton, finding no point of contact.

Han Yun remained stationary on his feet, his waist acting as an axis, his arms drawing arcs, and a smooth and continuous Tai Chi force suddenly emanated.

"Buzz!"

Haricha and Liu Wukui were helplessly propelled by this supple yet powerful force, like puppets pulled by invisible threads, crashing into each other and then suddenly being flung away, just in time to meet the energy blast shot by Zhong Xiaolong and the approaching aura of Jin Yong's Heavenly Gang Step.

"Boom! Boom!"

The group collided, their attack instantly crumbled, and they fell to the ground in a sorry state.

At this moment, Ding Zihuan's sneak attack had reached his back!
Han Yun didn't even turn around. He just kept grabbing Haricha Gai and Liu Wu Kui with the force they had thrown out. He spun around and flicked his elbow backward like a gazelle leaping off a cliff.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, Ding Zihuan felt a piercing force penetrate his body. His Ghost Shadow Form was instantly broken, revealing his true form. He screamed and flew backward, crashing into a small tree before coming to a stop.

"By the way, there is you."

"Come out!"

Han Yun looked down at the ground, his eyes deep, as if piercing through the mud and sand, and saw Zhang Kun using the Earth Immortal Technique. He then shouted and raised his right foot, seemingly casually stomping it on the ground.

"Boom——!"

The entire ground seemed to tremble!
Centered on his landing point, the white marble-like Qi energy spread out in a ring, and the ground collapsed and cracked as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, sending countless fragments of stone flying up.

"puff!"

Zhang Kun, who was hiding underground, was struck as if by a heavy blow. He was forced out of the soil by the overwhelming force of the shock, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground with a pale face. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

When Li Xingyun's blade energy came into contact with the spreading ground ripples, it melted away like ice and snow, instantly dissipating without even touching Han Yun's clothes.

From the moment the crowd suddenly attacked to the moment they were all driven back and fell to the ground, only a few breaths had passed.

Han Yun remained standing in the same spot, as if he had never moved.

Beneath his feet, a crystal-clear Tai Chi Yin-Yang symbol slowly circulated, flowing through the six directions, brimming with vital energy.

The moonlight shone on him, making him appear like an immortal, untouched by worldly dust.

A deathly silence fell over the arena, broken only by the heavy breathing and suppressed groans of pain. Liu Wu Kui struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth. Looking at the unharmed Han Yun, his large eyes filled with disbelief, he gasped in horror, "What...what kind of monster is he?!"

With Qiu Rang's help, Bi Yuan shakily got up, his old face filled with solemnity. He stared intently at the Tai Chi diagram at Han Yun's feet, slowly shook his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know. I've spent most of my life in the world of supernatural beings, and apart from the Old Celestial Master, I've never seen such a person. His control over Qi and his application of strength are such that even my disciple Ding Shian would be no match for him."

"Even the Taoist masters of Wudang Mountain would probably find it difficult to match in terms of Tai Chi skills alone. They are truly unfathomable. When did such a figure emerge in the world of supernatural beings?"

Although Qiu Rang was shocked by the destruction of his magical artifact, he still refused to admit defeat. He snorted coldly and said in a fierce but weak voice, "Grandpa Bi, don't boost others' morale and diminish your own."

"A greenhorn with no experience, relying on some unorthodox skills, I refuse to believe that so many of us can't take him down!"

Although he spoke toughly, his trembling hand, gripping the broken gilded ruyi, betrayed his inner fear.

Just as the group of people with superior innate abilities, though filled with fear, were still gathering their Qi and preparing to fight together again, a trembling shout filled with suppressed anger rang out from behind them:

"stop!"

Everyone turned around abruptly and saw that Ma Xianhong had raised his head at some point. His face was pale, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes were filled with confusion, pain, and an almost bursting anger.

His previous calm and wise demeanor had vanished, replaced by an anger that bordered on the brink of collapse.

"Master!"

"Master, are you alright?"

The students with superior innate abilities immediately gathered around, their faces filled with worry. Qiu Rang asked anxiously, while also glaring at Han Yun with a wary look.

Ma Xianhong waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but his movements seemed somewhat stiff.

He pushed aside Qiu Rang, who was blocking his way, and walked towards Han Yun step by step, his steps appearing particularly heavy.

He stopped in front of Han Yun, staring intently into the other's eyes, his voice unusually hoarse and trembling from the effort he was putting into controlling himself:

"Are those things all true?"

Han Yun met his gaze, his face still bearing that calm and enigmatic expression, and asked in return, "What do you think?"

He paused, then said, "Whether it's true or false, I'm sure you already have your own judgment in your heart."

To put it bluntly, Ma Xianhong is stubborn, self-righteous, acts without discretion, and doesn't consider the consequences or the feelings of others.

But he's also very honest, meticulous in his work, and a passionate tech geek. He has no ill intentions and only believes what he sees.

So Han Yun simply presented the truth of the matter to Ma Xianhong.

"Crench--!"

Ma Xianhong clenched his fist suddenly, and his knuckles made a teeth-grinding sound from the excessive force.

Those fragments of memory, which had been forcibly erased but were now crystal clear, kept flashing uncontrollably through his mind.

Grandpa Ma Yuanlu's blood-stained clothes after his leg was broken, the eerie atmosphere of their escape...

Then, the scene abruptly shifts, freezing on a pair of hands covered in red and blue light.

Those are Qu Tong's hands, my dear older sister's hands!

He clearly "saw" that he was restrained and unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as those strange hands reached into his head and penetrated his soul.

An indescribable pain and a feeling of being ripped apart came over me, followed by endless darkness.

When he "woke up" again and saw Qu Tong's face, he felt an inexplicable sense of dependence and affection, and even naturally called out "Sister"!
These altered and implanted emotions disgusted him.

"Qu-Tong-!!"

"I swear I will not rest until I kill you!"

Ma Xianhong suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a furious roar, filled with hatred and pain at being manipulated.

This roar stunned all those with superior spiritual qualities.

Chou Rang was both shocked and furious. He stepped forward again and questioned Han Yun sharply, "What exactly did you do to my sect leader? What kind of sorcery did you use?"

Han Yun glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "I didn't do anything, I just returned the truth that was stolen to him."

His gaze returned to Ma Xianhong, who was trembling slightly with anger, and he slowly recounted that long-buried past:

“Ma Xianhong, you were originally one of the Thirty-Six Thieves of the Jia Shen Year, the grandson of the weapon refiner Ma Benzai. You are also the true inheritor of one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Divine Refinement.”

"You were born in Ma Family Village and showed amazing talent in weapon crafting from a young age. Because you could see the spiritual light within magical artifacts such as the Devouring Pouch, your grandfather Ma Yuanlu valued you and made an exception to pass on the Divine Hundred Refinements technique to you. As a result, you also learned the secrets of the Thirty-Six Thieves and the Eight Extraordinary Techniques."

“Ma Yuanlu made you swear an oath that you would not use the Divine Mechanism unless absolutely necessary, lest you bring disaster upon yourself. However, you ultimately failed to fully keep your oath.”

"As an adult, Ma Yuanlu, burdened by his possession of a treasure, was hunted down for his mastery of divine craftsmanship and had his leg severed. Refusing to flee alone, you insisted on taking your seriously injured grandfather with you, but an accident occurred along the way, and you lost all your memories..."

With each sentence Han Yun spoke, Ma Xianhong's body trembled. Those hazy childhood memories, his grandfather's admonitions, and the fear of fleeing were like broken puzzle pieces, completely pieced together and activated at this moment.

"And the person who attacked you, altered your memories, and made you recognize your thief as your sister was Qu Tong. What she used was the Dual-Handed Technique, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, which can manipulate memories and modify the body."

The truth, like a cold, sharp knife, completely dissected Ma Xianhong's long-held beliefs.

He is no longer the village chief of Biyou Village with hazy memories, who was cared for and guided by his so-called "sister". He is the heir of the Ma family bloodline, a man of divine wisdom and skill, a pitiful wretch who was plotted against and lost his loved ones and his past.

The impact caused him to stagger, and Bi Yuan quickly stepped forward to support him.

Ma Xianhong shoved Bi Yuan away abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Han Yun, his voice as if squeezed from the depths of his throat: "What exactly do you want to do by telling me all this? Is it just to get me to join Nadutong?"

At this moment, all those with superior intellect understood the seriousness of the matter.

Han Yun then looked at Ma Xianhong, his gaze deep and his demeanor businesslike, and said:

"Qu Tong is suspected of illegally conducting large-scale human modification experiments, establishing and controlling the illegal superhuman organization Yaoxing Society, endangering social stability, and planning and carrying out multiple kidnapping and memory alteration cases targeting important figures in the superhuman world... seriously endangering the safety and social stability of China."

"Based on the above ten crimes, Na Du Tong hereby issues a formal arrest warrant for him. Ma Xianhong, as a key victim and important witness, I need you, and all the information you have about Qu Tong and his forces, to cooperate with this operation."

The top students swallowed hard, looked at each other, and whispered amongst themselves.

Although they lived in seclusion in Biyou Village, they were not completely isolated from the world. They could somewhat sense the weight of the charges Han Yun mentioned.

If all of this is true, then Qu Tong's actions have indeed crossed the line. And faced with the behemoth that is Shenzhou, Qu Tong's fate is already foreseeable.

(End of this chapter)