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

Chapter 115 Rushing to the aid of the Immortal Dynasty, riding the wind on a sword!

"Nephew, don't worry, we just received the information ourselves—"

Qi Lei raised his hand in a gesture of calm, indicating that he should remain patient, and then said, "As far as we know, an elder from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace has arrived in time to the Immortal Dynasty, repelled the enemy, and temporarily stabilized the situation. The intelligence on our side was also passed on by that elder."

Lan He was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then quickly asked, "Has the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace come to provide support?"

He felt a little relieved. As a subordinate force of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, the Immortal Dynasty should have some reservations if the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace were to take action.

Qi Lei shook his head and stroked his beard, saying, "It doesn't seem like she came specifically to provide support. According to that elder, she must have just happened to be traveling through the Immortal Dynasty when she stumbled upon this battle, and that's why she offered her assistance."

He paused, then added, "By the way, that elder's name is Mo Yun."

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Mo Yun.

The moment the name reached his ears, Lan He froze on the spot.

Immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was her.

The image of that aloof and otherworldly figure instantly flashed into Lan He's mind. It was the elder of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace who, despite harboring many grievances against his father, still waved his hand and directly granted the Immortal Dynasty one hundred places when the Immortal Dynasty came to visit.

Looking back now, Lan He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

If my father had been more astute back then, and had let go of his pointless stubbornness and embraced two women, perhaps none of the misunderstandings that followed would have happened, and I wouldn't have been involved at all.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Now that Elder Mo Yun has arrived, with her cultivation level, those people from the Tianyuan Dynasty can't cause any trouble. Although my father is seriously injured, with her here, his life should be safe.

Lan He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and cupped his hands to Qi Lei, saying, "Uncle-Master, I must return to the Immortal Dynasty immediately."

Qi Lei nodded and said solemnly, "That's only right. I've already ordered the teleportation array to be prepared."

"Logically speaking, we super sects shouldn't interfere in wars between super dynasties. However, since you are now the young sect leader of my Dao Sect, this time, the Dao Sect will naturally stand on the side of the Immortal Dynasty."

"For this support mission, Wei Sen and I will both lead teams, along with disciples like Xiaoxiao whose strength surpasses the Seventh Nirvana Realm. As for the nominal disciples and regular disciples, they can't be of much help on this battlefield, and their presence won't influence the outcome. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He felt a sudden surge of warmth in his heart.

He knew perfectly well that the Immortal Dynasty belonged to the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace and was not under the jurisdiction of the Dao Sect. According to the rules, the Dao Sect should not have interfered in this matter at all.

But now, the sect is determined to take action for him.

He took a deep breath, solemnly clasped his hands, and bowed deeply: "I will forever remember the great righteousness of my Uncle-Master and the kindness of the Dao Sect."

Qi Lei waved his hand and laughed, "We're family, no need for formalities. Now that you've joined the Dao Sect and become its young leader, the affairs of the Immortal Dynasty are the affairs of the Dao Sect. No need for such formalities."

Lan He straightened up, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall before he carefully examined the powerful figures who would be traveling with him.

Qi Lei, the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. Although he concealed his aura very well, the occasional slight fluctuations that leaked out were still unsettling.

As the master of the Heavenly Palace of the Dao Sect, his cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm. Coupled with the Heavenly Martial Arts he had practiced, such combat power would be enough to intimidate any super dynasty.

The Vice Hall Master Wei Sen beside him, his usually smiling face now devoid of a smile, replaced by a somber and murderous aura. This seemingly kind martial uncle, when he truly fought, was probably even more ruthless than Qi Lei.

Next was Ying Xiaoxiao, the senior disciple of the Heavenly Palace. She was still dressed in a simple long dress, her expression aloof, her Yuan energy flowing around her, clearly having reached the half-step Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm. If it weren't for the unexpected turn of events on her side, she should be in seclusion right now, attempting to break through to the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm.

Thinking of this, Lan He's heart stirred. Perhaps he could give one of the five Tribulation-Crossing Pills he obtained from the ruins of the Four Great Demonic Sects to his senior sister later as a token of his gratitude.

Beside her stood Ying Huanhuan, looking quite demure. When Lan He's gaze swept over, she subtly puffed out her chest, like a proud little peacock.

Behind her, she was carrying a bright red guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

The guqin was entirely crimson, like flames, with a long, slender body painted with golden patterns resembling phoenix wings. The wings were outstretched, with smooth lines, and from a distance, it looked as if a real fire phoenix was about to take flight, with flames seemingly rising and leaping between its feathers.

A rather terrifying wave was slowly emanating from the guqin. The wave was intense and sharp, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly, and faintly, the clear cry of a phoenix seemed to echo in one's ears.

Lan He's gaze sharpened.

Such fluctuations are far beyond what ordinary Heaven-rank spiritual treasures can achieve.

Qi Lei followed his gaze, nodded slightly, and explained, "This is the Heavenly Palace's most prized treasure, a mid-level Pure Yuan treasure—the Heavenly Phoenix Zither."

He looked at Ying Huanhuan, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "Huanhuan, this girl, received the recognition of this treasure right after she was born. The Heavenly Phoenix Zither is best at dealing with group attacks. When fully activated, the flames that reach the sound of the zither are enough to cover thousands of troops. With it on the battlefield, it is enough to play a role of being able to fight against a hundred people."

Lan He nodded slightly. There were not many Pure Yuan Treasures in the Heavenly Palace, only this one. He had already guessed it when he saw it.

His gaze then swept over the dozen or so personal disciples.

They were all at the Seventh Stage of Nirvana.

These disciples were all composed and their Yuan energy was solid, clearly indicating that they were the top combat force of the Heavenly Palace generation. They stood in the hall without speaking, but the silent killing intent they exuded was already putting pressure on everyone.

A dozen or so seventh-level Nirvana Realm experts, plus Ying Xiaoxiao, a half-step ninth-level Nirvana Realm expert, and Qi Lei and Wei Sen, two Life Profound Realm powerhouses, were present. Finally, there was Ying Huanhuan and her Heavenly Phoenix Harp.

This power, if placed in any super dynasty, would be enough to sweep everything aside.

Lan He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Dear senior uncles, senior brothers and sisters, I am deeply grateful for your help this time. I will repay you handsomely once the affairs of the Immortal Dynasty are settled."

Qi Lei waved his hand and laughed, "Nephew, no need to be so polite. By the way, we still need to transfer several times through the teleportation array to reach the Immortal Dynasty. Let's not delay, let's set off now."

Lan He nodded emphatically, turned around and walked out of the hall first.

Footsteps sounded behind them, and a group of people filed out, following closely behind.

At this moment, in the War King's Mansion of the Immortal Dynasty.

Lan Zhan leaned against the bed, his face as pale as paper, thick bandages wrapped around his chest, with faint traces of blood seeping out. Although his breath was weak, his eyes were still bright, and he was resting with them half-closed.

A middle-aged woman was sitting by the bed.

She wore a simple, long dress, her eyes were cool and aloof, her demeanor ethereal, and she exuded an air of quiet authority. She sat quietly by the bed, holding a bowl of steaming medicine. Seeing Lan Zhan open his eyes, she handed him the bowl, her voice calm: "Drink your medicine first."

Lan Zhan took the medicine bowl, smiled awkwardly, and seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by her look, so he had no choice but to obediently lower his head and drink the medicine.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door, and an elderly man with gray hair strode in. It was Lan Zhong, the chief steward of the War King's Mansion.

He stood before the bed, clasped his hands in a salute, and reported in a low voice: "Master, the formation has been rearranged, the compensation for the fallen cultivators has been distributed, everyone's emotions are relatively stable, and there are sufficient resources of pills and spiritual herbs, so there will be no problems in the short term."

Lan Zhan swallowed a mouthful of medicine, nodded slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What about the Tianyuan Dynasty? Has there been any unusual activity?"

Lan Zhong's expression grew more serious: "The scouts just reported that the Tianyuan Dynasty has temporarily retreated a hundred miles, but has not withdrawn back into its territory. Instead, they have stationed themselves on the border of the Immortal Dynasty. Judging from their posture, they are probably waiting for reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?" Lan Zhan frowned.

Lan Zhong nodded: "According to reliable sources, the Yuan Sect is likely behind the Tianyuan Dynasty's invasion. The fact that they dared to launch such a large-scale attack suggests that their ambitions go beyond simply coveting the Immortal Dynasty's territory."

Lan Zhan remained silent for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Mo Yun listened quietly, her expression unchanged, and simply took the empty medicine bowl from his hands and placed it aside.

Lan Zhong continued to report: "In addition, the reason why the Tianyuan Dynasty started this war has been confirmed. Young Master did indeed lead his men to slaughter all the cultivators of the Tianyuan Dynasty during the Hundred Dynasties War."

He paused, his tone tinged with emotion: "If nothing unexpected happens, after this Hundred Dynasties War ends, the Tianyuan Dynasty will probably not even have a single disciple who can join one of the eight super sects."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room momentarily froze.

Lan Zhan paused, holding the medicine bowl, then a smile appeared on his lips, a smile that carried a hint of pride and a touch of helplessness: "This kid, he's not willing to suffer even the slightest loss."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yun's eyes flickered slightly. He glanced at Lan Zhan indifferently but remained silent.

Lan Zhan put down the medicine bowl, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What is the attitude of the major families?"

Lan Zhong smiled and clasped his hands, saying, "Reporting to Master, all the major families were delighted upon learning of this. After all, the Tianyuan Dynasty and our Immortal Dynasty have been enemies for many years, with constant border clashes, and many of our families have lost their sons to them. This time, Young Master avenged us in the Hundred Dynasties War, and the families not only had no complaints, but also expressed their willingness to contribute manpower and strength to fight against the foreign enemy should the Tianyuan Dynasty dare to invade again."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, after winning the championship, the young master directly joined the Dao Sect and became a direct disciple. Those old foxes from the aristocratic families know what this means. Now they are even more polite to our War King's Mansion than before."

Lan Zhan nodded slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Mo Yun sat quietly to the side. When she heard the words "Dao Sect", her eyelids lowered slightly, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

Lan Zhong continued, "However, the Tianyuan Dynasty has come with great force this time, and with the Yuan Sect backing them up, they probably won't let this go easily. Although the young master has brought us honor, he has also completely offended the Tianyuan Dynasty."

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Lan Zhan waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "So what if we've offended them to death? Even if they don't come looking for trouble, we'll have to fight them sooner or later. The Tianyuan Dynasty has occupied that Nirvana Crystal Mine for so many years, it's time for them to give it up."

Although he was breathing weakly when he said this, his domineering aura, which he had long held in a superior position, was still evident.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yun frowned slightly, his tone tinged with displeasure: "What are you trying to prove? Focus on healing your injuries. You think you can take back the Nirvana Crystal Mine? Wasn't the lesson learned last time enough?"

Lan Zhan turned his head, looked at that aloof face, suddenly smiled, gently stopped her hand that was about to withdraw, and said shamelessly, "Isn't this you?"

Mo Yun was slightly taken aback. She glanced down at the hand that he had blocked, but did not pull it back or say anything. She simply looked away, pretending not to have heard him.

Lan Zhong stood to the side, his eyelids slightly lowered, and tactfully looked away, pretending not to see anything.

Having followed Lan Zhan for many years, he naturally knew about the past between his master and the elder of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace before him. As a servant, he shouldn't pry into those old stories.

However, the current situation in the Immortal Dynasty is indeed not optimistic.

The ancestor is injured and is currently in seclusion in the Sword Tomb to heal, so he cannot easily make a move; the master is also seriously injured and bedridden. In the entire Immortal Dynasty, the only one who can truly keep order is that old senior guarding the Heavenly Book Pavilion.

However, the old man was very old, and no one dared to disturb him unless the Immortal Dynasty was facing a life-or-death crisis.

Lan Zhong sighed inwardly.

In the current situation, the only one we can truly rely on is Elder Mo Yun, who is sharp-tongued but has never withdrawn his hand.

A few days later.

call out!

Above Yun Gu City, the closest city to the Immortal Dynasty, a dazzling light suddenly shone. It was a sign that the teleportation array had been activated. As the light flowed, space slightly distorted, and then figures stepped out from the light.

The person in charge was none other than Lan He.

Behind him, Qi Lei, Wei Sen, Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Huanhuan, and more than a dozen disciples of the Heavenly Palace filed out and landed steadily on the teleportation array platform in Yun Gu City.

Lan He looked up towards the Immortal Dynasty, a hint of urgency flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions within him, and turned to Qi Lei and the others, bowing respectfully, "Esteemed senior uncles, senior brothers, and senior sisters, the border of the Immortal Dynasty is just ahead. I would be grateful if you could accompany me to the War King's Mansion."

Qi Lei waved his hand and said with a smile, "Nephew, there's no need for such formalities. Just lead the way."

Lan He nodded, said no more, and with a light tap of his foot, his figure rose into the air.

The next moment, he flicked his sleeve, and a golden sword light shot out from the Qiankun bag at his waist, landing steadily at his feet. It was none other than the low-grade pure Yuan treasure, the Tiangang Sword.

Lan He stood on the sword, his robes fluttering and his long hair flying. He raised his eyes to look into the distance, a glint of light flashing in them. The Heavenly Gang Sword beneath his feet suddenly accelerated, transforming into a golden streak of light that tore through the sky and sped away.

Behind him, Qi Lei smiled slightly, lightly tapped his foot, and also rose into the air, following closely behind.

Wei Sen walked with his hands behind his back, each step taking him a hundred feet away, completely at ease.

The people behind them also used their own methods, some riding flying swords, some controlling their Yuan energy, and some traversing the air, transforming into streaks of light to follow closely.

In an instant, dozens of streaks of light streaked across the sky, tearing through the heavens with overwhelming force.

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