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

Chapter 71 Golden Lion
The iron lion looks exactly the same as before.

However, in Han Yun's eyes, he saw a round, golden-red Qi body with a lion's head and a lion's brain, which looked like a chubby little lion.

It continuously absorbs the power of faith and aspiration within it, as if it is undergoing a process of gestation and growth.

Perhaps sensing Han Yun's aura, the mass of qi suddenly opened its amber-like eyes, struggled free from the iron lion, and flew to Han Yun's side.

“Ah~ah~”

Han Yun looked at the little round ball rubbing against him affectionately in his palm and couldn't help but become interested.

Could it be that the inner energy I injected earlier actually helped this iron lion artifact to awaken its spirit?

After a thorough examination, Han Yun was certain that this was a spirit that could be worshipped and absorb the power of incense offerings and prayers.

Perhaps, because of this spirit, the Iron Lion might exist for a longer time.

Han Yun teased it for a while, then infused it with some inner energy, and said, "Go back, little guy."

"Huh?"

The little guy shook his head, then firmly hugged Han Yun's hand, looking like he wouldn't let go no matter what.

"You... want to come with me?"

The little guy nodded.

Han Yun pointed at the iron lion: "But that's your true form."

The little guy glanced at Han Yun, then at the Iron Lion, as if he understood that the other party could not possibly take his true form with him. There seemed to be a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Then, to Han Yun's astonishment, the little guy resolutely severed his connection with the Iron Lion.

The iron lion seemed to have lost all its "spirit and energy," suddenly becoming "dull and lifeless," as if it had lost its charm and soul.

Then, the little guy looked at Han Yun listlessly and with a wronged expression.

Upon seeing this, Han Yun's lips twitched involuntarily.

Good heavens, this little guy is even giving up his original form just to follow me.

When objects become spirits, they share the same fate as their original owner, rising and falling together. They often rely on their original owner to become powerful. If they sever their connection with their original owner, they are like homeless travelers.

It can only lose its vital energy and slowly dissipate into the world.

In other words, if Han Yun doesn't want it, this little guy will probably have to "disappear".

Han Yun glanced at the iron lion and couldn't help but rub his temples. Now, not only had the spirit been lost, the iron lion had also lost all its incense offerings and prayers, and he could only start accumulating them all over again.

It's uncertain when the divine essence will be restored; the iron lion might not even last that long.

I am truly "deeply sinful"!

“Ah~~”

The little guy drooped his short limbs, looking dejected. He had done all this, but he still didn't want to take me with him?

It really wants to eat that fragrant, sweet golden energy, unlike that seven-colored energy that has all sorts of flavors, from sour to sweet, bitter to spicy to salty, and sometimes even has a disgusting taste. It's so hard to eat!
Han Yun tapped the little guy and laughed, "Alright, I'll take you with me, okay?"

Immediately, Han Yun flipped his palm and placed the little guy into his inner space.

Before the little guy could react, he found himself in a completely different world. Looking around at the blessed land formed by the inner energy, surrounded by a sweet and fragrant atmosphere, his eyes gradually lit up.

"Yeah~"

Has it arrived in heaven?
Next, the little guy, like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, grabbed the celestial palace and started gnawing on it. "Ah~ [So delicious! So delicious!]"

Han Yun focused his mind on the inner space and looked at the little guy who was causing him so much trouble. His face darkened. No matter how much energy he had in the inner space, it couldn't withstand such destruction!

The little guy's body swelled up more and more, becoming a veritable lion's head.

Han Yun immediately had a thought, and the Golden Cloud Boy, formed from his inner energy, quickly grabbed it. Right now, this little guy had just developed intelligence and was doing everything according to his own preferences. There was still a long way to go, and he could only teach it slowly.

Jin Yuntongzi calmed him down, but the little guy's big eyes kept darting around, following Jin Yuntongzi's hand. Before he knew it, the little guy had bitten off one of Jin Yuntongzi's fingers.

Jin Yuntongzi's face darkened: "Since you're so greedy, I might as well call you Glutton from now on."

"Yay~ [A glutton?]"

Jin Yun Tongzi sighed and said, "Forget it, why should I argue with a child like you? From now on, your nickname will be Glutton, and your formal name will be Jin Ni. Since you've gotten so fat, I'll bestow upon you the Daoist name: Yuanxiao!"

The little guy tilted his head, blinked his amber eyes, and seemed to be pondering the meaning of the name.

A moment later, it jumped up excitedly, waving its short limbs in the air: "Ya ya! [Golden Lion! Yuanxiao!]"

Upon seeing this, Han Yun couldn't help but smile.

With a thought, a small golden bell appeared in front of the little guy. The bell was engraved with intricate cloud patterns, which he had condensed using his own Dan Yun Qi and inner vision anchor points.

The bell transformed into a stream of light and was placed around the neck of the golden lion. At the same time, Han Yun's voice rang out in the inner space: "Since you've followed me, there has to be some kind of constraint."

“If you recklessly devour inner energy in the future, or cause trouble…” Han Yun deliberately dragged out the words, “you’ll suffer when the bell rings.”

The golden lion shrank its neck, but soon carelessly pounced on the immortal fruit that was transformed from the energy of its inner vision.

This time, as soon as it took a bite, the bell swayed gently, and the fairy fruit instantly turned into specks of golden light and vanished.

"Huh?!" Jin Ni was stunned, looking at Jin Yun Tong Zi with a wronged expression.

With a stern face, Jin Yun Tongzi held up three fingers and said, "I will only feed you three times a day. If you dare to be greedy, the bell will hit you on the head next time."

The little guy drooped his ears and resigned himself to his fate, showing he had learned a bit of good behavior.

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Two days later, the problem caused by the little guy severing its connection with its host body finally alarmed some people.

An elderly monk with a compassionate face stood before the iron lion, his brow furrowed. He was the abbot of the Dizang Temple in Singapore and had been invited to examine the iron lion's unusual behavior.

"Strange, where did the incense offerings and prayers go?"

The old man muttered to himself as he reached out to stroke the lion's body. The touch was cold and stiff, completely different from the spiritual ancient object he remembered.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the corner teahouse, Han Yun was sitting by the window. A small, golden-red beast, about the size of a palm, was perched on his shoulder, happily munching on a piece of osmanthus cake made from his inner energy.

"Golden Lion," Han Yun suddenly spoke.

"ah?"

The little guy looked up, with crumbs of cake still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"When you severed the connection, did you ever consider what would happen to your physical body?"

The golden lion stopped moving. It looked at the iron lion surrounded by tourists in the distance, its ears gradually drooping down, and it even put down its favorite osmanthus cake.

(End of this chapter)