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

Chapter 74 Divine Magic
Of course, this elixir isn't as powerful as the legends say; it can't extend one's lifespan by a thousand years, but it can still grant a lifespan of ten or twenty years.

As for where these medicinal herbs came from, they were obviously taken from Zhu Houcong.

"father!"

Shen Teng excitedly grasped his father's withered hand and exclaimed joyfully, "You're saved!"

Shen Huanshan pressed down on his son's hand, his gaze fixed intently on Han Yun: "Young friend, this elixir is precious; we were complete strangers before..."

Shen Huanshan's meaning was very clear: Why are you willing to take out such a precious elixir to save this old man? Is it really because of your own methods?
Shen Huanshan had some doubts about this.

To put it bluntly, their methods are nothing more than acrobatic tricks, completely unworthy of serious consideration, and the value involved is not commensurate!
Han Yun said solemnly, "If we're talking about value, how could your achievements back then be measured by a few pills?"

Shen Huanshan was taken aback upon hearing this, and a hint of moisture welled up in his eyes. He took a deep breath and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Young friend, your righteousness is admirable. I, Shen, am ashamed."

Han Yun said no more and handed over the white pill: "Senior, please take this pill first. I will use my Qi to help you neutralize its medicinal effects."

Shen Huanshan took the pill, tilted his head back, and swallowed it. The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and a cool sensation spread throughout his body in an instant.

Han Yun gently placed his palms on Shen Huanshan's back, continuously channeling the Nine Yang Qi to guide the medicinal power through the meridians and directly to the lungs and internal organs.

Shen Huanshan's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his breathing became much more even. Suddenly, he coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of dark purple blood.

"Father!" Shen Teng stepped forward nervously.

Shen Huanshan waved his hand and let out a long sigh: "Much better. I haven't breathed so freely in over thirty years."

Han Yun then took out a brown pill: "Next is the detoxification, which may be a bit painful. Senior, you will have to bear with it."

Shen Huanshan laughed heartily: "I survived the Gu worms that devoured my internal organs back then, what's a little pain? Come on!"

After swallowing the brown pill, Shen Huanshan trembled all over, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He clenched his teeth and gripped the edge of the stone table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

About fifteen minutes later, Shen Huanshan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, in which tiny insect corpses were wriggling, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

Han Yun reacted swiftly, using a burst of Qi to incinerate the insect corpse.

"Alright, the most dangerous part is over. This last cyan pill will help you recover your energy."

As the blue pill entered his stomach, Shen Huanshan felt a warm current flow through his limbs and bones. To his surprise, he found that his withered arms were gradually regaining color, and his age spots had faded considerably.

The treatment ended half an hour later.

Shen Huanshan stood up and stretched his limbs. His previously hunched back straightened up considerably, and his eyes shone brightly. He was no longer the decrepit man he had been before.
"Incredible skill!"

Shen Huanshan excitedly grasped Han Yun's hand, "I will never forget your kindness in saving me, young friend!"

Shen Teng was so excited that he knelt down immediately: "Brother Han's great kindness will never be forgotten by the Shen family!"

Han Yun quickly helped him up, saying, "Please get up, this is what a junior should do."

Shen Huanshan suddenly became serious and said, "Young friend, although my Shen family is not a famous sect, our ancestral magic arts are quite unique. If you don't mind, I am willing to teach you everything I know!"

Just as Han Yun was about to decline, Shen Huanshan said again, "Don't decline. This skill is just a trick in my hands, only good for making people cheer. It can't compare to the legacy of Jiyun Society, and it's not worth anything."

Seeing Shen Huanshan's resolute attitude, Han Yun solemnly clasped his hands in greeting: "Then this junior will respectfully comply."

The art of magic and magic sounds impressive, but it does have a significant history. It was written in the Ming Dynasty and has been passed down for several hundred years. It is mainly divided into three parts: illusion, hand gestures, and secret items.

Illusion magic uses primordial energy combined with light, shadow, clouds, objects, and so on to construct a scene, which often requires certain objects as its basis.

For example, the melon planting mentioned earlier is all based on borrowing other objects to make them real. In other words, it is very difficult to create a "scenery" out of thin air.

You can make a bare bonsai grow flowers and grass, transforming it into the appearance of a fairyland, but you can't create something out of nothing.

Hand skills, in fact, Han Yun had tried some similar techniques before. To put it bluntly, it is just hand skills, such as throwing knives and the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave, all of which require quick and unpredictable movements.

There are tricks such as stealing, hiding, transferring, exchanging, and concealing.

Then there's the final secret item, which is what Han Yun is most interested in. It contains the methods for refining various magical artifacts.

For example, millet with a thousand catties of fixed essence, when mixed with millet refined by secret incantations and scattered on the ground, will have a fixed effect on the creatures that come into contact with it.

It combines the methods of material transformation and apotropaic techniques.

Transformation can change the nature and form of objects, but it requires a long period of nurturing. The art of magic emphasizes breadth and variety; the more techniques one masters, the better.

Naturally, he couldn't afford to waste so much of his time on a mere act of magic, so after initially refining the millet, he used a spell to ward it off.

The term "yānshēng" can also be interpreted as "yāshēng," meaning to suppress the opponent and thus achieve victory. It is generally used in the context of using objects to suppress the opponent.

In ancient times, the most common practices were to paste Spring Festival couplets, set off firecrackers, light lanterns on the Lantern Festival, insert mugwort on the Dragon Boat Festival, and drink realgar wine, all in order to suppress certain people, things, or monsters.

It can be said that it exerts a certain degree of suppression on people's spirit and soul.

After being transformed, millet becomes heavier. When used, it is driven by the method of transformation and the chanting of apotropaic incantations, thereby binding the person's body and soul.

Other secret items, such as the Immortal Rope, are actually a kind of material transformation technique that can stiffen a rope in a short period of time.

The children climbing the ropes were made of straw, with silk threads wrapped around them to form a skeleton. They were puppets that used illusions to deceive people's eyes when performing magic tricks.

After the little figure climbs onto the "fake cloud," the magician uses magic to manipulate the figure into dismemberment, causing it to fall to the ground in order to elicit pity from the audience.

Of course, there are also some more bloody illusions, such as dismembering a person with knives and saws, or restoring a person to their original state after a breath, which are actually puppets in secret artifacts.

However, compared to the ingenious puppets of the true puppet master school, the methods of the magic trick school are full of crudeness.

However crude it may be, it has been explored, improved and passed down by generations of people, and it deserves respect.

Before leaving, Shen Teng invited Han Yun to a performance.

Using colorful silks, furs, and other materials, shapes are created, conjuring up hundreds of koi carp dancing with dragons, along with cranes, auspicious clouds, and roaring tigers, creating a magnificent and lifelike scene.

Illusion, in fact, is still people's reflection and perception of real-world scenes, as well as their longing and expectation for something beautiful.

Why did illusion magic flourish during the Han Dynasty?

Perhaps it stems from the rulers' yearning for immortals!
It was all just a dream in the end.

(End of this chapter)