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

Chapter 70 Unpredictable Fate
Who is it?!

After Han Yun knocked on the door for a long time, a childish voice came from behind the door, revealing a sense of vigilance.

Han Yun paused for a moment before asking, "Excuse me, is this Li Yanzhou's home?"

"No, uncle, you've got the wrong person!"

Han Yun was stunned upon hearing this. It wasn't him, but the information from the inner realm was correct. Left with no other choice, Han Yun began another divination regarding Li Yanzhou.

The divination revealed something even more shocking, causing Han Yun to facepalm, because the person in question was already dead.

This is the drawback of the inner vision: it is too rigid and can only give you the result of your question. Previously, Han Yun only divined who the Li family's inheritance had been passed to, whether there was still an inheritor, and where they lived.

The interior view only provided the three words "Han Yun Li Yanzhou"; there was no mention of a successor or a family address.

Who would have thought this person would die!
Before Han Yun could ask again, a voice came from behind the door: "Uncle, are you a bad person? If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police!"

Judging from this, there are only children at home right now, no adults.

Han Yun had no choice but to wait for the adults to return.

It wasn't until after 7 p.m. that a simply dressed woman, looking tired, returned home with some prepared food. When she saw Han Yun, she asked him with a slightly wary look.

"Who are you, and why are you at my doorstep?"

Han Yun said he was looking for the Li family, and that he had a favor to ask of the Li family's descendants.

The woman looked at the young man, whose face was too young, through the dim light. She remained silent for a long time, her eyes reddening, before finally saying, "Come in."

Once inside, Han Yun discovered that the basement, which was only about 20 square meters, was crammed with a family of three—or more accurately, an orphan and a widow.

The third bite is in a small box.

The woman's name is Sun Lan, and she is Li Yanzhou's wife. The little girl with the childish voice is their daughter, named Li Yutong, who is only six years old this year.

The woman took her daughter back to the makeshift room before explaining the whole story.

It turns out that Li Yanzhou was indeed a descendant of the legendary spearman Li Shuwen, but this lineage had long since declined. By Li Yanzhou's generation, the family had fallen into ruin, leaving only a few tattered boxing and spear manuals.

Li Yanzhou was originally an honest and hardworking worker with a talent for cultivating Qi. It took him more than ten years to barely generate a sense of Qi.

Until six years ago, in the early 2000s, he went to work in another city and unfortunately encountered an earthquake. He saved several people, but he didn't make it out the last time.

Upon hearing this, Han Yun was also somewhat moved. Who would have thought that the descendant of Li Shuwen, the sharpshooter known for his ruthless attacks, would be such a selfless man?

"The Li family's kung fu..."

Sun Lan pointed to a dilapidated box in the corner: "It's all there. He said before he died that these things were too difficult and too torturous, and he didn't want Yutong to learn them."

Han Yun walked over and opened the wooden box. Inside, several handwritten books were neatly stacked, their pages yellowed. On the cover of the top book, the words "Essentials of Bajiquan" were written in neat handwriting.

"May I take a look?" Han Yun asked softly.

Sun Lan nodded: "You see, Yanzhou said if we come across someone who knows about these things, we'll give them to them. It's better than selling them as waste paper."

Han Yun carefully opened the boxing manual, and saw that it not only recorded the various moves of Bajiquan in detail, but also Li Shuwen's personal insights and reflections.

What's even more remarkable is that each page contains annotations added by successive generations of practitioners. However, the content of these cultivation practices is so obsessive that it's almost to the point of requiring madness to survive.

If Sun Lutang's lineage is an explanation of the true meaning of the external control of Qi, then Li Shuwen's lineage emphasizes self-cultivation, training every inch of muscle and bone, and integrating with Qi.

Therefore, it places extremely high demands on a person's aptitude, willpower, and so on.

When the body and Qi are in harmony, and Qi and strength are in harmony, every movement possesses an overwhelming and invincible power. Therefore, one can perceive the subtle signs and sense dangers. One's attacks are as sudden as thunder and as deep as the accumulation of rivers and seas.

Han Yun was increasingly alarmed as he looked at Li Shuwen's legacy. It was a process of tempering the physical body to its limit and then unleashing it with Qi. Every punch and every spear strike carried an overwhelming and domineering force.

No wonder Li Yanzhou said it was "too difficult and too torturous." This kind of cultivation method is almost like overdrawing one's life potential. If one is not careful, it will damage one's very foundation.

No wonder Li Shuwen, as an extraordinary person, died so young.

"Sister Sun."

Han Yun closed the boxing manual and said solemnly, "These inheritances are extremely precious. It would be a real pity if they were to be buried like this. What do you plan to do with these boxing and spear manuals?"

Sun Lan sighed: "I was thinking that when Yutong gets a little older, if someone is willing to learn, we'll send her off. If not, we'll just keep her, since it's a family tradition passed down from Yanzhou."

Han Yun pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sister Sun, I have a suggestion."

"You say."

"I would like to make a copy of these boxing and spear manuals."

Han Yun said earnestly, "In exchange, I can give you some money, enough for you and Yutong to improve your lives. In addition, if Yutong is interested in these things when she grows up, I can also guide her."

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Lan shook her head and said with a bitter smile, "Yanzhou said before he left that this kung fu is harmful. He practiced it for more than ten years and ended up with a lot of injuries. I don't want her to go down this path."

Han Yun remained silent. He could understand Sun Lan's feelings. Li Yanzhou died saving someone, leaving behind an orphan and a widow struggling to make ends meet. As a mother, she was indeed unwilling to let her daughter inherit this almost self-destructive cultivation method.

In the end, Han Yun left behind enough money to make a copy of these cultivation techniques.

After Han Yun left, Sun Lan put away most of the money and then started making phone calls to repay the debts one by one.

The next day, after she paid off all her debts, she couldn't help but hug her daughter and cry.

Li Yutong asked innocently, "Mom, can I say that I am Dad and Mom's daughter from now on?"

"Yes, yes," Sun Lan sobbed uncontrollably.

After watching all the people asking for money leave and not return, Han Yun's figure disappeared into the shadows.

He didn't consider himself a good person, nor a soft-hearted one, but for some people, Han Yun was willing to lend a final hand.

In the days that followed, Han Yun visited several local sects in Lion City, but only had brief exchanges with them.

As for martial arts, Han Yun could say there was nothing left to learn, but he had certainly grasped its essence, so his main focus was on broadening his horizons.

Han Yun could even understand the principles behind some of these methods after just one glance, and then directly imitate them.

Before leaving Lion City, Han Yun took one last look at the iron lion, but to his surprise, the iron lion gave him a pleasant surprise.

(End of this chapter)