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

Chapter 114 The Severely Injured Father, the Crisis of the Immortal Dynasty!

"You little brat, you think you can be my senior sister?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He glanced at Ying Huanhuan, a slight smile playing on his lips. He chuckled to himself, thinking: Dream on! You haven't awakened your Ice Lord status yet, you're just an ordinary cultivator. If you want to be my senior sister, wait a few hundred more years.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to Qi Lei and Wei Sen, and cupped his hands, saying, "If my two senior uncles have nothing else to say, I will take my leave now."

"Go ahead. If you encounter any difficulties in your cultivation, feel free to come and find us."

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Qi Lei waved his hand and gave a cheerful reminder.

Lan He nodded, then said no more. He bowed to Ying Xiaoxiao to say goodbye before turning and walking toward his residence in the Heavenly Palace.

After passing through several mountain peaks, the familiar courtyard came into view. The green bamboo in the courtyard remained unchanged, and a gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, adding to the tranquility.

Lan He pushed open the courtyard gate, stepped into the house, and sat down cross-legged on the futon.

He didn't rush into cultivation, but instead closed his eyes and focused his mind to analyze his current cultivation progress.

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Yuanli cultivation, Eighth Yuan Nirvana Realm.

Body refinement cultivation, seven-ren level.

Spiritual power cultivation, Seven-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master.

The three disciplines are progressing in tandem, which is quite balanced, and all of them have reached a considerable level.

He continued to ponder: In terms of cultivation techniques, there was the Nine-Ren Undying Body for body refinement, the Four Classics of Daoist Cultivation plus the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique for Yuan Power, and the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell for spiritual power. This secret technique had already been cultivated to its peak, and the next step would be the spiritual power inheritance at the Heavenly Martial Arts level.

The Dao Sect mainly cultivates Yuan Power, so they probably don't have much accumulation in this area. They will have to go to the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan in the Demon Realm to find clues in the future.

As for the Four Classics of Taoism and the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique—

Lan He pondered for a moment, and gradually formed a plan in his mind.

The Devouring Heaven Creation Technique is a celestial martial art he obtained from the Taotie Relics. It complements the Taotie Primordial Spirit and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, and its power is astonishing when used. Naturally, it should be his main cultivation technique.

As for the Four Classics, he needed to be selective, and he understood better than anyone the principle that one cannot bite off more than one can chew.

The Great Heavenly Cloud-Piercing Sword in the Emperor's Scripture is a sword technique at the Heavenly Martial Arts level, which is extremely compatible with his many years of sword cultivation.

This is a subject that must be studied in multiple disciplines.

The Earth Dragon Sealing God Seal technique from the Earth Emperor Scripture uses the power of the earth to trap enemies, making it quite practical for achieving victory. If one can use this sealing technique to restrict their opponent at a crucial moment, they can seize the initiative.

This is also a subject worth learning.

The Great Desolation Scripture can absorb the power of desolation to temporarily boost combat strength. Although it cannot last, it may turn the tide of battle at crucial moments. Senior Zhou Tong was able to make a name for himself in the Eastern Xuan Region with this scripture, which shows his extraordinary nature.

This is another subject that must be studied as well.

Only Hong Jing —

Lan He shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Hong Jing emphasizes that one's Yuan Power should be abundant and continuous. However, he possesses the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, so how could he lack Yuan Power? While ordinary cultivators need half a day to accumulate Yuan Power, he can replenish it in just a moment.

This technique is really a bit of a waste for me.

He made up his mind to focus on the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique, while also cultivating the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, Earthly Emperor Scripture, and Great Wilderness Scripture. As for the Great Scripture, he would put it aside for the time being.

Having figured this out, Lan He no longer hesitated, slowly closed his eyes, and focused his mind into his body.

In the quiet room, breathing gradually became steady, and the cultivation began.

Not long after, in a weapon-refining room of the Heavenly Palace.

Bang bang bang!

A violent explosion suddenly rang out, shaking the walls of the entire weapon-refining room, and thick smoke billowed out from the cracks in the doors and windows. Immediately afterward, a figure in white was sent flying out of the smoke and dust, somersaulting several times in the air before landing steadily several feet away.

It was the Blue River.

His white robes were covered in dust, and his hair was somewhat disheveled, but his expression remained calm, only slightly furrowing his brow as he looked at the still-smoking weapon-refining room.

The surrounding disciples rushed over upon hearing the noise, and were immediately startled by what they saw.

"Senior Brother Lanhe! Are you alright?"

"That explosion just now—Senior brother, are you injured?"

Several disciples gathered around, their faces full of concern. Some had already prepared to take out healing pills, fearing that something might have happened to the young sect leader.

Lan He waved his hand, lightly patted the dust off his clothes, and said in a calm tone, "It's nothing, just a furnace flare."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

An oven explosion? Or "just"?

The commotion was so loud that people would believe there was a fight going on inside.

However, seeing that Lan He was indeed calm and composed, without even a scratch, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed. After taking only a few steps, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"As expected of the young sect leader, even his weapon crafting is so extraordinary—"

"Did you see the power of that explosion just now? It was probably made of a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure, wasn't it?"

"A Heavenly-Rank Spiritual Treasure? No young disciple in our Dao Sect's generation has yet possessed the ability to forge a Heavenly-Rank Spiritual Treasure!"

"That's right! If Senior Brother Lanhe can really master it, he'll be the first ever!"

The murmurs faded into the distance, their words filled with amazement and admiration.

Lanhe stood there, listening to the discussions, and sighed softly.

They overestimated themselves.

He had thought that although he was only a Seventh-Rank Heavenly Talisman Master, his advantage lay in having already forged his primordial spirit, giving him a perception far superior to others of the same rank, making the crafting of Heavenly-Rank spiritual treasures a natural progression. Unexpectedly, he suffered a major setback as soon as he started.

The Record of Refining Weapons by Heaven is true; there are indeed no shortcuts in the path of weapon refining.

He felt his talent was still lacking, as he wanted to refine a Heavenly-Rank Spiritual Treasure on his first try.

Lan He shook his head, dusted himself off, and was about to turn and walk toward the weapon-refining room when he suddenly stopped.

He paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I'm being foolish. With such a large sect as Dao Sect behind me, why should I fumble around like a rogue cultivator?

He turned around, dusted off his clothes, and walked towards the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.

Go ask Uncle Qi Lei if there are any seniors in the Heavenly Palace who are skilled in weapon crafting and can give you some pointers. It's much better than trying to figure it out on your own.

One month later, in the Heavenly Palace's weapon-refining room.

The blazing fire of spiritual energy leaped within the furnace, the temperature perfectly controlled. Lan He formed hand seals, his spiritual power flowing effortlessly, guiding the flames to precisely scorch the spiritual materials within the furnace.

A moment later, he gave a soft shout, and a streak of light suddenly shot out from the furnace, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air before landing steadily—

It landed steadily on the jade platform to the side.

As the light faded, a longsword with a faint luster was revealed. The blade was slender, with faint blue runes flashing and flowing on its surface, and a sharp yet restrained aura quietly emanated from it.

Judging from that aura, it was clearly a high-grade earth-rank spiritual treasure!

The white-haired old woman beside him, leaning on her cane, squinted slightly as she examined the longsword, a satisfied smile spreading across her wrinkled face. She nodded slowly, a hint of approval flashing in her cloudy old eyes.

"Not bad, not bad. Young Master, you have mastered the spiritual fire to perfection. Even I, an old woman, am no better."

She turned to look at Lan He, her cloudy old eyes filled with admiration and praise: "One month, just one month, from a beginner who couldn't even control the heat properly, to now being able to independently refine a high-grade earth-level spiritual treasure. In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen someone with such extraordinary talent."

"Although it is because the young sect leader's spiritual power is high enough, such progress is already incredible."

This white-haired old woman was the tower guardian of Hongdian, and also the person with the highest skill in weapon crafting within the Dao Sect. She was a peak Lesser Vehicle Immortal Talisman Master, and her cultivation was comparable to the Perfected Life Profound Realm.

She was originally in charge of the Hongdian Martial Arts Hall, and it was difficult for ordinary disciples to even get an audience with her, let alone personally instruct her in weapon crafting. However, upon hearing that Lan He wanted to learn weapon crafting, and that it was the junior Qi Lei who personally came to invite him, she made an exception and came to offer some guidance.

Over the past month, she has witnessed firsthand Lanhe's journey from repeated failures and explosions to his current mastery and ease of operation.

His comprehension and composure made even this seasoned old man, who was used to seeing geniuses, take notice.

Upon hearing this, Lan He smiled slightly, stood up, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Thank you for your meticulous guidance over the past month, Uncle-Master. Without your generous teachings, I could never have made such rapid progress."

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The old woman waved her hand, her wrinkles smoothing out, and laughed, "This old woman merely showed you the way. Reaching this point is entirely due to your own abilities, Young Master. Ultimately, the art of weapon crafting relies on comprehension and patience. This old woman has taught you everything she could; the rest is up to your own destiny."

"There's nothing more I can teach you now, Young Master. If you encounter any problems while refining Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasures, you can come back to me then."

Lan He quickly said, "Then this junior will see my master off."

The old woman waved her hand and said with a smile, "No need. The book 'The Record of Heavenly Craftsmanship' that the young sect leader gave me has been very enlightening. We're just doing each other a favor, so there's no need to be so polite."

After saying that, she leaned on her cane and slowly walked towards the door. Although her steps were slow, she exuded a sense of composure.

Lan He watched his senior uncle leave, then turned and returned to the weapon-refining room.

He reached out and took out the Qiankun bag from his pocket. It was the one Qi Lei had given him before, and it was filled with all kinds of materials needed to repair the spiritual treasure.

He untied the bag and probed it with his spiritual energy. Various rare ores, spiritual liquid for nourishing the sword, and materials for inscribing runes appeared before his eyes. Lan He nodded slightly, having made up his mind.

With his current skill in weapon crafting, he probably still lacks the ability to independently forge a brand new Heaven-rank spiritual treasure. After all, he is just a novice weapon crafter who has only been learning weapon crafting for a month, and that level of difficulty is far beyond his current capabilities.

But if it needs to be repaired, it shouldn't be a problem.

Repairing is different from refining from scratch. It only requires following the original veins of the spiritual treasure, repairing the damaged parts, and nurturing back the lost spiritual energy. Although this process is tedious, it does not require too much comprehension, but rather patience and meticulousness.

And what he has had in abundance over the past month is patience.

Lan He took out the nineteen broken Heavenly Rank spiritual treasures one by one and arranged them neatly beside him. He looked at these long-dormant swords, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Next comes the time for careful refinement.

A month later, in the weapon-refining room, Lan He sat cross-legged, his hands forming a hand seal, his spiritual fire burning quietly in the furnace.

Inside the furnace, the last incomplete Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure was undergoing its final nurturing. The cracks on the sword were healing at a visible speed, and its spirituality was gradually being restored.

Time passed by, second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, the cracks on the sword finally disappeared completely, replaced by endlessly flowing golden patterns. A sharp yet restrained aura emanated from the sword, the unique pressure of a Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure.

Lan He's mind raced, and he softly commanded, "Rise!"

A streak of light suddenly shot out from the furnace, tracing a graceful arc in mid-air before landing steadily on the jade platform beside him. It stood alongside the other eighteen longswords, neatly arranged, creating a magnificent sight.

At this point, all nineteen Heavenly Rank Spiritual Treasures have been fully repaired.

Lan He exhaled a soft breath, his gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged swords before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Including the Azure Scale Sword that had always been with him, he now possessed a full twenty Heaven-Rank spiritual treasures.

Looking at these longswords, a surge of heroic spirit suddenly welled up in his heart.

What a sight it would be if twenty celestial-grade spiritual treasures were unleashed together, combined with immortal sword techniques!

Just as Lan He was about to get up and demonstrate, a divine message suddenly broke through the air and hovered quietly in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow and probed with his spiritual power. Ying Xiaoxiao's voice reached his ears, her tone urgent: "Junior Brother Lanhe, something terrible has happened! The Immortal Dynasty is in trouble! The Tianyuan Dynasty has suddenly declared war on the Immortal Dynasty! Your father, War King Lan Zhan, is seriously injured. Quickly emerge from seclusion and come to the Heavenly Palace!"

Lan He's pupils suddenly contracted.

For a moment, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Tianyuan Dynasty.

Go to war.

The father was seriously injured.

These three words struck him like a heavy hammer. Immediately afterward, a surge of overwhelming anger erupted from the depths of his heart, almost burning away his reason.

court death!

Lan He suddenly stood up, his aura instantly becoming sharp as a knife. The sharpness that he usually kept so well hidden was now poured out without reservation, causing the entire weapon-refining room to tremble slightly, and even fine cracks to appear on the walls.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions within him. This was not the time for anger; his father was seriously injured, the Immortal Dynasty was in grave danger, and he had to rush back immediately.

Without uttering a single word, he waved his sleeve, and all nineteen Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure swords were stored in his Qiankun bag. With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light, smashing open the door of the weapon-refining room and hurtling towards the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.

In a short while, the magnificent hall appeared before our eyes.

He landed and strode into the hall.

A large number of people had already gathered in the hall. Qi Lei, the Hall Master of the Heavenly Hall, stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn. Beside him stood Wei Sen, the Vice Hall Master, whose usually smiling face was now devoid of any smile.

Sisters Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan stood to the side. When Lan He entered, Ying Huanhuan instinctively wanted to speak, but her older sister gently pressed her down.

There were also a dozen or so disciples around, all with solemn expressions, clearly already aware of the news.

Lan He's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Qi Lei, and he said in a deep voice, "Uncle-Master, what are the specifics?"

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