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

Chapter 111 His Name Spreads Throughout the Eastern Xuan Region, A Young Man Takes Charge of the Dao Sect!

Soon after, with the disciples of the four halls bowing in submission and the sect leader bestowing his name, the commotion in front of the Great Desolate Stele gradually subsided.

Urged on by the four hall masters, the disciples who had been watching reluctantly dispersed, but the discussions continued, and everyone's face still showed the excitement of witnessing history.

However, many female disciples lingered in the crowd, reluctant to leave. Their eyes darted back and forth, frequently glancing at the white-clad figure atop the mountain. A few of the bolder ones even seemed eager to pounce directly on Lan He.

Upon seeing this, Ying Xiaoxiao merely glanced at it indifferently.

Her gaze was clear and cold, yet it carried the oppressive aura of the Heavenly Palace's senior disciple, accumulated over many years. The few restless female disciples froze in place, causing Shan Di to retract her steps and obediently follow the crowd away.

Ying Xiaoxiao withdrew her gaze, her expression remaining unchanged.

As the senior disciple of the Heavenly Palace, she has always been highly respected, and her junior sisters usually dare not act presumptuously in front of her.

Although Lan He was currently riding high, her authority as the senior disciple of the Heavenly Palace was not something that her junior sisters could easily challenge.

"Now that the Great Desolation Scripture has been fully comprehended, our Desolation Palace can be considered to have a successor."

Chen Zhen stroked his beard and looked at Lan He with a smile, "Junior nephew, although you have been appointed by the sect leader as the head disciple, you still need a place to stay, right? Why don't you come to my Desolate Hall? My Desolate Hall has the fewest disciples, it's very spacious and quiet!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhu Shan couldn't help but interject, "Chen Zhen, that's not fair of you. The Sect Leader himself said before that whichever scripture Lan He comprehends the fastest, he will join that hall. Although he cultivates all four scriptures simultaneously, he only took two days to master the Hong Scripture, which is faster than the other three. Logically, he should come to my Hong Hall!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yan immediately shook his head: "Zhu Shan, you can't say that. He only used the Earth Emperor Scripture for three days, so the difference isn't significant."

Moreover, since the sect leader has now appointed him as the head disciple of the Four Halls, this rule should naturally be changed.

Qi Lei waved his hand, directly interrupting the argument: "Stop arguing. The sect leader appointed my nephew as the head disciple of the four halls, so he belongs to all four halls and is not bound to any one hall. My nephew can live wherever he wants, and none of us should bring up the rules."

Xia Yan and Zhu Shan exchanged a glance, and although they were unwilling, they nodded.

Seeing this, Qi Lei's smile grew even brighter. He turned to Lan He and said, "Nephew, if you ask me, you should come and stay at the Heavenly Palace. Our Heavenly Palace has the richest resources, and the Dan River is the largest among the four palaces, offering the best cultivation environment. You've just comprehended the Four Scriptures and need a good place to consolidate your realm; the Heavenly Palace is the most suitable."

Xia Yan frowned and immediately retorted, "Qi Lei, you're wrong. It's true that the Heavenly Palace has good resources, but my Earthly Palace is no less so. My nephew has just comprehended the Earthly Sovereign Scripture. If he comes to my Earthly Palace, he can study it in depth."

Zhu Shan also grew anxious and stepped forward, saying, "That's right, the Heavenly Palace has good resources, but my Hong Palace is no less so. Besides, he comprehended the Hong Scripture in just two days, which shows that he has the strongest affinity with my Hong Palace!"

Chen Zhen spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet impossible to ignore: "My Desolate Palace is serene—perfect for quiet cultivation. Moreover, the Great Desolate Scripture is the most precious treasure of my Desolate Palace. Since my nephew has comprehended it, it is only natural for him to come to the Desolate Palace."

The four of them started arguing again, each sticking to their own reasoning and refusing to give in.

As Lan He watched the four palace masters arguing heatedly, he already had a plan in mind.

Qi Lei had given him that Shengxuan Realm demon spirit before, and he naturally remembered that favor.

Although the palace masters were all very sincere, the Heavenly Palace's Dan River was indeed the best, greatly benefiting his efforts to stabilize his cultivation. Moreover, Palace Master Qi Lei had taken special care of him from the very beginning, and he should reciprocate this kindness.

"Thank you for your kindness, my four senior uncles."

Lan He cupped his hands slightly, his gaze falling on Qi Lei, his tone calm yet firm, "This junior will then go to the Heavenly Palace to disturb you."

Qi Lei was overjoyed, his smile almost overflowing. He slapped his thigh and laughed, "Excellent! I'll have someone arrange the best accommodations for you right away. You can choose any martial arts from the Heavenly Palace, and I'll reserve a prime location for you in the heart of the Dan River!"

Xia Yan sighed, shook his head, and looked on with regret.

Zhu Shan looked disappointed but had nothing to say, so he just sighed.

Chen Zhen stroked his beard, glanced at Qi Lei with a lingering look, and ultimately said nothing more.

After much debate, the four palace masters finally gave Qi Lei the upper hand.

Qi Lei glanced smugly at the other three, then chuckled and pulled Lan He away, as if afraid he might change his mind.

Not long after, in a quiet courtyard near the Martial Arts Hall of the Heavenly Palace.

Qi Lei personally led Lan He through several majestic mountain peaks, finally landing in front of an elegant courtyard.

The courtyard was small, but extremely tidy. Several green bamboos grew in the courtyard, and the leaves rustled in the breeze, adding to the tranquility. Standing in front of the courtyard, one could see the Dan River stretching across the sky in the distance, its rich aura of rebirth flowing around it.

"Nephew, this will be your residence in the Heavenly Palace from now on."

Qi Lei chuckled and said, "It's close to the Martial Arts Hall, and it's convenient to go to Danhe. If you need anything, just let me know."

Lan He glanced around the courtyard and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle-Master."

Qi Lei waved his hand and then instructed, "You have just comprehended the Four Scriptures, so rest well for the next few days and don't rush into cultivation. Once you have rested, I will hold the Danhe Initiation Ceremony for you."

Lan He nodded: "This junior understands."

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Qi Lei gave a few more instructions before taking flight, satisfied.

Lan He stepped into the courtyard and sat down cross-legged in the main room.

I have been studying the four scriptures for the past few days, and although I have gained a great deal, it has also taken a lot of mental and physical effort. Now that the dust has settled, it is time to sort things out properly.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

The sharpness of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, the weightiness of the Earthly Emperor Scripture, the profoundness of the Great Scripture, and the desolation of the Great Desolation Scripture—four completely different forces flowed quietly within his body. The four great scriptures of the Daoist sect now all belonged to him alone.

Lanhe quietly observed, and gradually a plan formed in his mind.

Over the next few days, he secluded himself here to meditate and digest the profound meaning of the four scriptures. Once he was in good condition, he went to receive the Danhe initiation.

He took a deep breath and completely immersed himself in cultivation.

Meanwhile, as Lan He went into seclusion, the controversy surrounding him did not subside. Instead, it intensified within the Dao Sect and even spread to regions outside the Dao Sect.

He secured the championship even before the Hundred Dynasties War concluded. Within a mere ten days of joining the Dao Sect, he mastered the Four Scriptures, defeated the four senior disciples of the four halls in succession, and was personally appointed as the Young Sect Leader by the Sect Leader Ying Xuanzi, who bestowed upon him the Pure Yuan Treasure passed down through generations of sect leaders.

Each of these incidents, if taken out individually, would be enough to shake a region, but now they have all converged on one person, which is enough to leave people speechless.

Such a bombshell message was naturally first received by the Yuan Sect, which had a blood feud with the Dao Sect.

As the most powerful super sect in the Eastern Xuan Region, the Yuan Sect's scale surpasses that of the Dao Sect. Within the Yuan Sect's territory alone, there are more than a dozen super dynasties.

These dynasties all regarded Yuanmen as their supreme leader, and even the change of dynasties required Yuanmen's approval. Here, Yuanmen was undoubtedly the true ruler.

The region where the Yuan Sect is located is also known as the Yuan Domain. In this region, the disciples of the Yuan Sect hold an extremely high status. If they were to enter any dynasty, even the emperor would have to treat them with utmost respect.

Deep within the Yuan Gate, three mountains floated in mid-air, with countless rays of light shooting out from them like the sun, illuminating the entire Yuan Gate.

The gaze shifts to the far right of a mountain. At its foot, a vast Dan River meanders, its air thick with the aura of rebirth. In the center of the Dan River, atop an ancient jade platform, sits a man in a blue robe whose appearance is not particularly striking.

His face was ordinary, but his aura was as deep and unfathomable, and a glint of brilliance flickered in his slightly closed eyes. Beneath that seemingly ordinary body, it was as if an ancient ferocious beast was lurking, ready to awaken at any moment.

At this moment, a figure swept over from afar and respectfully landed on the edge of the jade platform. It was a Yuan Sect disciple dressed in a gray robe, holding a jade slip in both hands, and bowed as he said, "Senior Brother Yuan Cang, a major change has occurred on the Dao Sect side. Chief Shi Dong asked me to deliver this intelligence to you."

Yuan Cang slowly opened his eyes, a faint light flashing in them. He took the jade slip, probed it with his spiritual power, and after a moment, a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

"Lan He, champion of a hundred dynasties, master of the four classics, and the young sect leader—" he read softly, his tone so calm that no emotion could be discerned, "Indeed, quite interesting."

The disciple continued cautiously, "Senior brother, the leader also said that this person crippled our Steward Liu Tong on the Hundred Dynasties battlefield. However, when the leader arrived at the battlefield, he discovered that this person had already joined the Dao Sect—"

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "The chief warns you that if you encounter him in the future, you must not hold back and must eliminate him completely."

Yuan Cang smiled slightly and said calmly, "A mere Seventh-Level Nirvana Realm cultivator is not worth my time?"

He casually tossed the jade slip to the disciple and asked nonchalantly, "Where are those two, Lingzhen and Lei Qian?"

The disciple took the jade slip, looking quite alarmed, and said, "The department head also instructed those two senior brothers, as well as the eight senior brothers from the other eight departments, that if there is an opportunity in the future, they should not underestimate their opponents, and it would be best if they could join forces to deal with them."

"Join forces?"

Yuan Cang raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile playing on his lips. He didn't say anything more, simply waving his hand to signal the disciple to leave.

Just as the disciple was about to turn around, Yuan Cang suddenly spoke up: "By the way, isn't this Lan He from the Immortal Dynasty?"

The disciple nodded quickly: "Yes, senior brother. The Immortal Dynasty is a subordinate force of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace."

Yuan Cang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the sea of ​​clouds, his tone indifferent yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "Go and deliver a message to the emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty."

The disciple was slightly taken aback, then bowed and said, "Please give your instructions, Senior Brother."

Yuan Cang's lips curled into a cold smile as he slowly spoke: "Tell them that the Tianyuan Dynasty will have to reclaim the lost face themselves."

"Yuanmen doesn't keep useless dogs."

The disciple shuddered and quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Yes, disciple will take care of it immediately."

Sword Sect, Sword Cliff Mountain.

On the cliff, a gaunt old man in blue robes sat cross-legged. He carried a large blue sword on his back; the scabbard was simple and unadorned, yet it faintly exuded a chilling sharpness.

Extremely sharp sword energy flowed slowly around the old man. The sword energy was formless and intangible, yet it caused the surrounding air to distort slightly, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

He is none other than Mo Jian, the current sect leader of the Sword Sect.

Beside him sat another figure. It was an unremarkable young man with an ordinary face and simple clothes, but his eyes were so deep that they seemed to hold two sharp swords about to be drawn.

The sharp aura emanating from him was identical to that of the old man, only with an added touch of youthful vigor and sharpness. This man was Xue Ling, the most outstanding disciple of the Sword Sect in this generation, known as the "Sword Maniac."

A mountain breeze blew by, carrying a few withered leaves, but when they came within three zhang of the two people, they were shredded into dust by the invisible sword energy.

Mo Jian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the distant sea of ​​clouds. His tone was calm, yet carried the unique arrogance of the Sword Sect: "Xue Ling, have you heard of that kid from the Dao Sect named Lan He?"

Xue Ling nodded slightly, his voice calm and even: "The champion of all dynasties, who comprehended the four classics within ten days of entering the Dao Sect, defeated the senior brothers of the four halls in succession, and was appointed as the young sect leader by Ying Xuanzi, who bestowed upon him the Pure Yuan Treasure, the Heavenly Gang Sword. This disciple has heard a little about him."

"Cultivating the Four Classics Simultaneously —"

Mo Jian stroked his beard, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "The four extraordinary scriptures of the Dao Sect—the sharpness of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, the profundity of the Earthly Emperor Scripture, the vastness of the Hong Scripture, and the desolation of the Great Desolation Scripture—any one of them would be enough for an ordinary genius to comprehend for several years. That kid comprehended them all in just over ten days; he certainly has some skill."

He paused, then glanced sideways at Xue Ling, his gaze carrying a hint of testing: "What do you think, compared to my Sword Sect's Sword Immortal Technique?"

Xue Ling remained silent for a moment, a faint glint of sword light flickering in his deep eyes. He didn't rush to answer, but pondered carefully before slowly speaking: "The Sword Immortal Technique is the foundation of our Sword Sect, capable of breaking through all techniques with a single sword strike, pursuing ultimate sharpness. Although Lan He cultivates all four techniques simultaneously, he's like someone trying to do too much at once, and may not be able to master each one to its fullest potential. If we were to fight—"

He raised his head, his gaze calm yet filled with undeniable confidence: "This disciple is confident in our ability to fight."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jian nodded slightly, a relieved smile appearing on his gaunt face. He didn't say anything more, but simply patted Xue Ling's shoulder gently.

The mountain wind howled, and on the Sword Cliff, the figures of the master and disciple sat quietly amidst the boundless sword energy.

After a long silence, Mo Jian couldn't help but sigh, his tone tinged with regret: "It's a pity that the two great treasures of my Sword Sect, the Mo Yuan Sword, have been lost. If it were still here, I could have bestowed upon you a pure Yuan treasure, giving you a better chance in the sect competition."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ling remained calm and composed, simply shaking his head slightly: "Master, there's no need to worry. The Sword Immortal Technique emphasizes the unity of man and sword; external objects are ultimately just that—external objects. With this green blade in my hand, I might not be unable to fight against Lan He."

Mo Jian looked at the calm confidence in his disciple's eyes, nodded slightly, but still couldn't help but admonish, "That's true, but since Ying Xuanzi has taken a liking to Lan He, he must be extraordinary. You must not underestimate him."

Xue Ling nodded: "This disciple will remember."

The mountain wind continued to howl, and the figures of the master and disciple gradually merged with the sky full of sword energy, as if they might ride the wind away at any moment.