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

Chapter 82 Little Ancestor

Taoist Li bowed and said, "Reporting to Master Xuanting, Uncle Sa asked me to bring this young friend in, saying that he may also be of assistance to you masters."

At this moment, the other four elders also opened their eyes and scrutinized Han Yun with keen eyes.

One of the elderly men, who was holding a precious fan, frowned slightly: "This child is too young; how can he possibly help us?"

Han Yun stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Junior Han Yun, who cultivates the ancient alchemy path and possesses the alchemical fire within, is willing to use my meager strength to help you seniors cleanse the dragon spirit of its turbidity."

Upon hearing the words "Dao of Alchemy," the four of them couldn't help but look at a slightly overweight old man.

Among these five patriarchs, some were skilled in thunder magic, some in talismans, some in weapon crafting, and some in military strategy; only the Lingbao School practiced alchemy.

However, there is a distinction between ancient and modern alchemy. A thousand years ago, alchemy required people with a deep foundation, exceptional talent, and extremely high cultivation of life force to have the opportunity to comprehend it. Even among extraordinary people, it was one in ten thousand.

To put it bluntly, the threshold is too high; unless you're an expert, you simply can't learn it.

Later, through the improvements made by Taoist masters of all generations, the current school of alchemy was formed, which involves refining primordial qi internally and condensing emptiness into elixir, that is, condensing primordial qi into illusory elixir.

Rather than the real elixir in ancient alchemy.

The two are worlds apart. Today's tradition can only be called the Inner Alchemy Way, while the Ancient Alchemy Way can be called the Golden Elixir Way, which has a hint of transcending the world and cultivating an immortal body.

The slightly plump old man asked curiously, "May I ask which path your ancient alchemy method follows, young friend?"

Han Yun looked at the old man from the Lingbao Sect and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Could he say that he was a direct disciple of the patriarch Ge Hong?
Han Yun could imagine that as soon as he said it, everyone in the Lingbao Sect of Gezao Mountain would kneel down and exclaim: "Heavens above! Our ancestor has appeared!"
Seeing that Han Yun hesitated and refused to speak.

Zhang Xuanting was already short-tempered. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a relatively weak bolt of lightning, which struck Han Yun's face directly!
In the blink of an eye, the Qi of Dan Yun within Han Yun's body circulated on its own, condensing into a golden barrier in front of him, dissolving the lightning into nothingness.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Xuanting's eyes: "Such pure elixir energy, it seems to be undoubtedly the work of an ancient alchemist."

He turned to the other four people and asked, "What do you fellow disciples think?"

The old man holding the precious fan, Sa Shouzhuo, nodded slightly: "In that case, why not give it a try?"

The other two nodded in agreement.

Only the old man from the Lingbao Sect had a solemn expression and stared intently at Han Yun, as if trying to discern something from him.

"Young friend, your alchemy lineage... could it be related to my Lingbao Sect?" the elder of the Lingbao Sect suddenly asked.

Han Yun was shocked, thinking to himself that this senior had a sharp eye and could see through the clues at a glance.

After a slight hesitation, he decided to tell the truth: "Senior, you have keen insight. I have indeed received guidance from Master Ge Hong."

Upon hearing this, the cave fell silent.

The five old men looked at each other in bewilderment.

The old man from the Lingbao Sect suddenly stood up, his voice trembling slightly: "Is this really true?!"

Han Yun said solemnly, "This junior dares not speak presumptuously. By chance, I encountered the Dan Realm left by Ancestor Ge and was taught the 'Baopu Dan Jing'. I have been diligently cultivating ever since, and now I can be considered to have made some progress."

The old man from the Lingbao Sect opened his mouth, then swallowed hard.

The Lingbao School, also known as the Ge Family School, is a Taoist school founded by Ge Xuan at the end of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It was active in the Jiangnan region and its main mountain was Gezao Mountain, hence it was also called the Gezao Sect.

Ge Xuan was Ge Hong's great-great-grandfather.

In other words, if it can be proven that Han Yun's inherited alchemical texts did indeed come from Ge Hong, then Han Yun would be directly appointed as the founder of the Lingbao School.

Zhang Xuanting joked from the side, "Old Ge, your ancestor has arrived, why don't you hurry up and bow down to pay your respects?"

Upon hearing this, the other three couldn't help but burst into laughter; this was truly a rare moment of amusement in their monotonous and tedious garrison life. "I..."

The old man from the Lingbao School had a round face that turned bright red, and his beard trembled, making him look like a fat quail whose neck had been pinched.

He stole a glance at Han Yun's youthful face, then noticed his four old friends' shoulders trembling as they suppressed their laughter, their feet practically digging a hole in the blue bricks beneath their feet.

The old man from the Lingbao Sect, with a bitter face, asked again and again, "Is it really Master Ge Hong?"

Han Yun nodded: "Absolutely true!"

Seeing this, Zhang Xuanting became even more excited, never one to shy away from a good show. He stroked his beard and said sarcastically, "Old Daoist Ge, didn't you say last month that you could see the Ancestral Master and be willing to kneel and kowtow three times and nine times?"

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh my! What a coincidence!"

"you!"

The old man surnamed Ge stamped his feet in frustration, cracking his whisk loudly, shouting, "Old man Xuanting! Stop your nonsense!"

Sa Shouzhou, who was holding the precious fan, was already laughing so hard he was doubled over on the prayer mat. The fan covered his old face, but his whole body was shaking. Anyone could tell that the old Taoist was laughing so hard he was falling over.

The remaining two were even more outrageous. One pretended to study the patterns on the incense burner, while the other lowered his head and frantically smoothed the corner of his clothes, but the twitching corner of his mouth was even more impossible to hide than thunder magic.

Li the Taoist priest immediately lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, as if afraid of being discovered by the Ge family's advisor. He was telling the advisor to keep quiet and shut up!
Han Yun quickly waved his hand: "I was only taught alchemy by Grandmaster Ge Hong. The master-disciple relationship has not been truly established. You are still seniors."

He was about to bow to the elderly man surnamed Ge when he spoke.

"No, no, no!"

The old man surnamed Ge was so frightened that he rushed over and grabbed Han Yun's arm with both hands. His old face was wrinkled like a sour plum: "This will shorten your lifespan!"

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he grabbed Li, the Taoist priest who was watching the play, and said, "Quick! Go and get my purple-gold lotus crown!"

The Taoist priest, bewildered, asked, "What does the advisor need a Taoist hat for?"

"fool!"

The old man surnamed Ge was so anxious he was jumping up and down: "Of course you have to bow on my behalf! You can't really make this old man kowtow to a young brat, can you?"

Suddenly realizing his slip of the tongue, he quickly forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Han Yun: "Little... um, please don't be offended, this old man has a big mouth..."

A deafening burst of laughter erupted from inside the cave.

Sa Shouzhou's precious fan fell to the ground with a "thud," revealing an old face that was laughing until tears streamed down his face; the two who had just been pretending to be profound laughed so hard they collapsed onto the table, accompanied by the clinking of teacups.

Han Yun was trying to suppress his laughter until his stomach hurt, and he was about to come to the rescue.

Suddenly, the old man surnamed Ge muttered softly, "How about I call you Little Ancestor, and you call me..."

He choked before he could finish speaking, and with a mournful face, he kept pulling at his beard.

In the end, Zhang Xuanting wiped away his tears of laughter and smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, business is important. After this, Lao Ge, you can discuss the matters within your Lingbao Sect yourselves."

The old man surnamed Ge said angrily, "How can this be just a matter within the Lingbao Sect? The Taoist lineage has always been closely connected, and the Four Celestial Masters are equally revered. Isn't my little patriarch one of your patriarchs?"

Now it's the other four people's turn to sit on the candle.

Yeah, how do you define their relationship?

(End of this chapter)