Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 102 Not a single survivor, the name of the Blue Demon!

Not long after, outside the ruins of the Earthly Fiend Alliance.

Four figures stood in mid-air, their eyes fixed on the tightly closed spatial rift below, their faces showing a hint of anxiety.

"It's been a month already, why hasn't that kid come out yet?"

Sword Master Qingxuanzi stroked his beard, his brow furrowed, and the sword case behind him trembled slightly, as if it too was anxious for its master. "Could something have happened?"

Dao Zongwu shook his head, his tone quite calm: "What's the rush? That kid's tough. He survived that old dog Liu Tong's attack, surely a mere Taotie inheritance won't kill him?"

"They're mostly digesting the legacy. You Sword Sect people just can't hold your temper."

Qing Xuanzi glared at him, but did not refute him.

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace sighed softly, a hint of worry in her eyes: "That's true, but a month is far too long. Although that child is incredibly talented, he's still young—"

The elder of the Divine Sect stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "The Taotie inheritance is no small matter, so it's normal for it to take a while. If you're worried, I can use my spiritual power to investigate."

"Don't."

Wu Dao quickly waved his hand and said, "If we disturb his cultivation, it will only make things worse. Let's wait a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spatial rift below suddenly trembled violently.

The four of them focused their gazes and looked in the same direction.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shone from the crack, and a white-clad figure emerged from it, landing steadily in front of everyone—it was Lan He.

"Boy, you've finally come out!" Qing Xuanzi's eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward when he suddenly stopped.

He sensed that Lan He's aura was noticeably more solid and profound than it had been a month ago, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Seventh-level Nirvana Realm?" he blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief.

Wu Dao noticed this as well, and a pleased smile appeared on his face. He stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly: "Good lad, it seems you've gained quite a bit! This Taotie inheritance wasn't for nothing."

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace carefully examined Lan He, and only after confirming that he was safe and sound did she breathe a sigh of relief and say softly, "It's good that you're alright. We were so worried about you these past month."

The elder of the Divine Sect nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Your aura is steady, your foundation is solid, it seems you have digested it thoroughly."

The four exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a sense of relief and satisfaction. After a moment, their gazes fell upon Lan He again, this time with a burning intensity and anticipation in their eyes.

Qing Xuanzi smiled and spoke with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Now that you've obtained the inheritance and broken through in cultivation, and you've kept us old folks waiting here for a month, kid, shouldn't you tell us which sect you plan to join?"

Wu Dao stroked his beard and chuckled in agreement, "Yes, yes, this matter can't be delayed any longer. I'm waiting to take you back to the Dao Sect."

Although the beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace did not speak, her gentle eyes were fixed on Lan He, clearly waiting for an answer.

The elder of the Divine Sect stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly calm, but his slightly forward-leaning body betrayed his anticipation.

Four pairs of eyes, four expectations, all fell on Lan He.

Lan He glanced at the four people in front of him, took a deep breath, and then said, "Thank you for your kind words, seniors. Over the past month, I have thought a lot in the ruins and have made a decision."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wu Dao, and said solemnly, "This junior wishes to join the Dao Sect."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dao was first taken aback, then a bright smile bloomed on his aged face, his eyes narrowing into slits: "Hahaha! Good! Good! Young man, you have good taste! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Qing Xuanzi's smile froze for a moment, then he frowned and couldn't help but step forward: "Boy, have you thought this through? The Dao Sect is good, but the sword path inheritance of my Sword Sect is the most suitable for you! Your sword control technique will definitely be able to advance further if you come to my Sword Sect!"

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace grew anxious and gently advised, "Child, please reconsider? The Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace and the Immortal Dynasty are already close. Coming here will make it easier for you to return home later. Besides—"

The elder of the Divine Sect sighed and shook his head, but said nothing more. He knew that since Lan He had already made his decision, further words would be pointless.

Lan He looked at Qing Xuanzi and the beautiful woman, clasped his hands in a salute, and said in a sincere yet firm tone, "I will always remember your kindness, seniors. However, my mind is made up, and I hope you will understand."

Qing Xuanzi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he sighed, took out a blue token from his pocket, and handed it to Lan He.

"Forget it, forced love is never sweet."

He stroked his beard, his tone tinged with resentment but mostly with admiration, "This is my communication token. Take it. If you ever change your mind, just send a message to my spirit at any time, and the gates of the Sword Sect will always be open for you."

Lan He accepted it with both hands and said solemnly, "Thank you, senior."

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace looked at him, a complex look flashing in her eyes. In the end, she only sighed softly, turned around, and stepped into the air.

The elder of the Divine Sect nodded to him, then turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the clouds.

Qing Xuanzi glanced at Lan He one last time, shook his head, muttered something like "What a pity" and "A good seedling was snatched away by the Dao Sect," and then left.

After the three had walked away, Wu Dao withdrew his gaze, looked at Lan He, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Alright, alright, stop looking, hurry up and come with me."

He paused, then added, "There are still six months until the end of the Hundred Dynasties War. I'll send you back to the Dao Sect first, so you can familiarize yourself with the environment and meet the Sect Leader. As for the Hundred Dynasties War, I've already informed the Sect Leader, and he will send someone else to take over."

Lan He nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, senior."

Wu Dao waved his hand and said with a smile, "Why be so polite with me? Let's go!"

"Follow me to the summit of Hundred Dynasties Mountain. The major sects have built teleportation arrays there, which can directly connect to the headquarters of any sect in the Eastern Xuan Region."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and a golden light flashed, carrying Lanhe as he flew towards Baichao Mountain.

Meanwhile, outside Vientiane City.

Three figures walked slowly toward the city gate as dusk fell.

The leader, dressed in gray and carrying an ancient halberd on his back, had a sharp look between his brows; it was Lin Dong.

Behind him followed a burly man with a simple and honest face, looking around with a hint of curiosity. This was Xiao Yan.

The other person was a young man in purple robes, with a somewhat bewitching handsomeness between his brows and eyes, and a cynical smile on his lips. He was none other than Little Sable, who had regained his physical body.

"This is MixC? It's huge!" Xiao Yan exclaimed in a simple voice, his eyes wide open.

Little Marten glanced at him and said lazily, "Look at you, so pathetic. A city is enough to scare you? Wait until we go to the Demon Realm, then I'll show you what true grandeur is."

Lin Dong smiled and was about to speak when suddenly a figure darted in front of him.

It was a shifty-eyed young man, holding a scroll in his hands, grinning as he approached:

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"Hey bro, wanna buy a copy of the Heavenly Rankings? Fresh off the press, just updated!"

Lin Dong raised an eyebrow: "The Heavenly Ranking? There's such a thing?"

The young man chuckled and lowered his voice, saying, "Originally, there wasn't. But ever since that Young Master Lanhe appeared out of nowhere, everything has changed!"

He shook the scroll in his hand and continued mysteriously, "Destroying the Heavenly Demon Dynasty, destroying the Myriad Puppet Dynasty, ascending to the top of the Heavenly Ranking, and offering a bounty for the capture of the Heavenly Origin Dynasty—he fought so hard that no one dared to challenge him!"

"Now that this ferocious god has finally left, the leaders of the various super dynasties dared to set up arenas in Myriad Elephant City to compete and re-establish their rankings. Now, when people look at the Heavenly Ranking, they no longer look at the Nirvana Stele!"

"Oh?"

The little ferret became interested and leaned closer, saying, "This person is so domineering? Tell me more about it."

Seeing that someone was supporting him, the young man became even more energetic and talked on and on: "That Young Master Lanhe is truly terrifying! In just five months in the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, he destroyed three of the ten super dynasties, slaughtered more than two hundred cultivators, and left not a single survivor from the Tianyuan Dynasty, from top to bottom! He is known in the martial arts world as the 'Chief of the Hundred Dynasties,' the 'Peerless Demon,' and the 'Butcher'—tsk tsk tsk, he's ruthless!"

Little Marten's eyes lit up as he listened, and he patted Lin Dong on the shoulder: "That's interesting, kid. This style is much more ruthless than yours."

Lin Dong glanced at him, took out a few Nirvana Pills and tossed them over: "Give me a serving."

The young man took the pill, beamed, handed over the scroll, and then disappeared in a flash.

Blue River?

Lin Dong felt a vague sense of familiarity upon hearing the name. He unrolled the scroll, his gaze falling on the striking, bright red characters at the top.

At the top of the Heavenly Ranking, Lan He's achievements were listed densely below him, each line a shocking sight:

In the first month of entering the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, outside Yan City, they encountered the three demons of the Song family of the Heavenly Demon Dynasty and wiped them out, with more than seventy people leaving no survivors.

In the second month of entering the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, outside the Heavenly Blade Ruins, they encountered the two heroes of the Ten Thousand Puppet Dynasty and annihilated them, leaving no survivors among the more than sixty of them.

In the third month of entering the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, he ascended to the Nirvana Monument, overpowering Qin Tian of the Tianyuan Dynasty and seizing the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking. From then on, no one dared to challenge his prowess.

In the fourth month of entering the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, a bounty was issued at the Wanxiang City auction, offering rewards for the heads of cultivators from the Tianyuan Dynasty. A single bounty led to rivers of bloodshed, with more than half of the eighty-odd people from the Tianyuan Dynasty perishing.

In the fifth month of entering the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, outside Wanxiang City, he publicly killed Qin Tian of the Tianyuan Dynasty. More than forty remaining members of the Tianyuan Dynasty were all executed, with not a single survivor.

In the five months since entering the ancient battlefield, three of the ten super dynasties have been destroyed, and more than two hundred cultivators have been slaughtered without a single survivor. Their ferocity is overwhelming, and no one dares to challenge them.

Lin Dong gasped in shock.

Xiao Yan leaned closer and stammered out the last line of the comment: "This demon—this demon is extremely cruel, and is known by the nickname—the leader of a hundred dynasties, the peerless fiend, the butcher—Old Demon Lan!"

He swallowed hard, looked at Lin Dong with a terrified expression: "Big brother, this Old Demon Lan—is too ruthless!"

Little Marten clicked his tongue, a playful glint in his eyes, and patted Lin Dong on the shoulder: "Kid, this guy is no simpleton. In five months, he destroyed three super dynasties, slaughtered more than two hundred people, and had bounties on his head, leaving no survivors—his methods and his temperament, tsk tsk tsk, he's a ruthless character."

Lin Dong stared at the name on the scroll, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

Blue River — Blue River —

Two figures flashed through his mind like lightning: deep within the ancient tomb, the white-robed young man standing shoulder to shoulder with the fairy of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, with a composed demeanor and indifferent gaze.

On the martial arts stage of Eagle City, the white-clad youth who intimidated Luo Jiu, carried Jiang Yinyin away, and left with the casual remark, "Your road is still long," was standing there.

Lin Dong's breathing suddenly stopped.

"It's him?!"

He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

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