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

Chapter 117 The Eight Departments of the Yuan Sect, Shengxuan Stands in Confrontation!

Xinli vaguely heard that familiar voice, struggled to open her eyes, and when she saw that face clearly, her eyes instantly welled up with tears: "Young...Young Master..."

That one word, "Young Master," clenched Lan He's heart. He remembered how, when he was little, whenever he got into trouble, Sister Xinli would always call him "Young Master" with such helplessness and then clean up his mess. But now, the person who had protected him since childhood was lying on the city wall, covered in blood.

Lan He didn't say much, but simply held her tighter. He flashed and placed her safely in a corner inside the city wall, then took out a healing pill that radiated a warm glow and personally fed it to her.

"These are healing pills from the Dao Sect," he said softly. "Sister Xinli, you rest first, leave the rest to me."

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After taking the pill, Xinli felt a warm current spreading through her body, and the tearing pain was immediately relieved.

She looked at the boy who had grown into a young man, her lips trembling slightly. She wanted to say something, but only managed a choked "Mmm."

Lanhe wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up, turned around, and once again leaped onto the city wall.

When he reappeared on the city wall, he seemed to have become a completely different person.

All the tenderness and affection he had felt moments before vanished, replaced by a sharp, sword-like killing intent. He raised his eyes to look at the old demon in the air, slowly raising the golden longsword in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the old man's throat.

"Old man," Lan He said calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "did you even ask me before you attacked those who belonged to my War King's Mansion?"

The old demon clutched his chest, his face ashen. He stared intently at the golden longsword in Lan He's hand, a flicker of greed in the depths of his pupils, but mostly fear.

Pure Yuan Treasure —

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and snarled, "Junior, what kind of skill is it to launch a sneak attack relying on a pure primordial treasure?"

Lan He raised the Heavenly Gang Sword in his hand, its blade shimmering with golden light that reflected on his aloof face. He spoke calmly, "A sneak attack?"

"Try taking another sword strike from me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

In that instant, the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique simultaneously activated within Lan He's body. The two immense powers of the techniques intertwined, like a sleeping dragon suddenly awakening. A monstrous amount of primordial energy from heaven and earth converged wildly, condensing into a vast ocean of primordial energy behind him. The sheer magnitude of that energy was enough to nearly tear the entire sky apart.

Countless gazes turned in shock.

Within the surging primordial energy, a colossal golden sword, hundreds of feet in size, was taking shape. The sword shone brilliantly, runes flowing across its blade, each line radiating a chilling aura.

Before the sword even arrived, its sharp sword intent already enveloped the entire area, sending chills down the spines of countless cultivators below.

The Emperor's Scripture, the Great Heavenly Cloud-Piercing Sword!

The old man's expression changed drastically.

He had lived for hundreds of years and fought countless battles, considering himself to be very knowledgeable. But he had never seen a cultivator at the Eighth Nirvana Realm unleash such a terrifying attack.

Under that sword strike, he even had a slight illusion, as if he was facing not a junior, but a powerful expert of the same level in the Life Profound Realm!

"There's something strange about this young man!"

The old demon felt a strong sense of alarm and dared not be careless again. He quickly formed hand seals, pouring out his inner energy without reservation, and condensing layer after layer of defense in front of him.

He unleashed all his best defensive martial arts techniques, layer upon layer, forming a black light shield, a blood-red barrier, and a rune-covered enchantment in front of him.

However, Lan He merely sneered and pointed his Heavenly Gang Sword at the distance.

In an instant, the massive golden light sword, hundreds of feet long, crashed down.

With a single sword strike, the world lost its color!

Wherever the golden sword light passed, the layers of defenses laid out by the old man were shattered like paper.

The black light shield shattered, the blood-red barrier crumbled, and the runic barrier vanished the instant the sword light touched it.

The sword light slashed fiercely into the old man's chest.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the old man was struck as if by lightning. His body flew backward, tumbling hundreds of feet in the air, spitting out blood and leaving a trail of blood mist in the sky.

He crashed heavily onto the ground in the distance, creating a deep crater and billowing dust.

Everyone atop the city wall was stunned.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Both the garrison of Tianbei City and the army of the Tianyuan Dynasty stared wide-eyed at this scene in disbelief.

How could an Eighth-Element Nirvana Realm cultivator be suppressing a Life Profound Realm cultivator?

Moreover, he is one of the Three Elders of Tianyuan, the infamous Demon Elder.

this----

How is that possible?

"Hiss—" An old general gasped, muttering, "When did the young master become so strong?"

The lieutenant swallowed hard, unable to utter a word.

Even Xinli, who was leaning against the city wall, forced herself to raise her head and look at the white-clad figure, her eyes filled with shock and pride.

That was the young master she raised herself.

Now, he is able to protect the War King's Mansion.

Just then, streaks of light pierced through the sky.

Qi Lei walked through the air, each step covering a hundred feet, his demeanor composed yet his speed as swift as a startled swan. He landed beside Lan He, glancing at the disheveled old man below, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before stroking his beard and chuckling, "Nephew, impressive skills."

Wei Sen stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of approval appearing on his usually smiling face.

Ying Xiaoxiao, her white dress fluttering, seemed to float in the air before landing atop the city wall. Her eyes flickered slightly as she gazed thoughtfully at Lan He's retreating figure.

Ying Huanhuan, carrying the fiery red Heavenly Phoenix Zither on her back and stepping on crimson Yuanli clouds, excitedly landed beside her sister.

She gazed at Lanhe, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

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A dozen or so disciples followed closely behind, each employing their own methods, and descended together over Tianbei City.

Dozens of figures stood in mid-air, their immense aura pressing down like an overwhelming force, enveloping the entire battlefield.

The army of the Tianyuan Dynasty was completely frozen in place.

Those cultivators who had been so aggressive just moments before were now deathly pale, their hands trembling slightly as they gripped their weapons.

Dozens of Nirvana Realm experts, and two unfathomable Life Profound Realm experts —

This force was enough to crush them into dust.

In the deep pit, the old man with the demonic powers struggled to his feet, looked up at the densely packed figures in the sky, and his face was extremely grim.

He gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Daoist Sect—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure teleported to Lan He's side; it was Qi Lei.

Qi Lei stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the disheveled old demon in the deep pit, a half-smile on his face: "Old demon, you've lived for hundreds of years, why don't you come up and kowtow to your grandpa Qi?"

Upon hearing this, the old demon's face immediately turned a deep liver color.

He stared intently at Qi Lei, his cloudy old eyes filled with resentment and fear. Both of them were at the Life Profound Realm, but Qi Lei, as the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace of the Dao Sect, was far superior to him, a rogue cultivator from a super dynasty, in terms of both cultivation techniques and foundation.

If they really fought, he wouldn't last thirty rounds.

What's more, standing next to Qi Lei is Wei Sen, a seemingly cheerful but ruthless character who is more vicious than anyone else when it comes to fighting.

"Qi Lei, stop being sarcastic."

The old demon gritted his teeth and hissed, "The Tianyuan Dynasty and the Dao Sect have no prior grudges. Aren't you afraid of provoking a conflict between the two great sects by interfering in the war between my Tianyuan and the Immortal Dynasty?"

"No grudges between us?" Qi Lei laughed even louder upon hearing this. "You old demon, are you senile, or do you think I, Qi Lei, am easy to fool?"

His smile vanished, his gaze turning icy: "Do you think I don't know who's behind your Tianyuan Dynasty? Didn't those old dogs from the Yuanmen teach you to check who's behind your attacks before you bite?"

The old man's expression changed.

Qi Lei continued, "Besides, you're attacking the Immortal Dynasty, and the young master of the Immortal Dynasty's War King's Mansion is the young sect leader of my Dao Sect. You've harmed someone from my Dao Sect, and you're telling me you have no prior grudges?"

"You old devil, what a waste of your life!"

The old man, a demon, turned pale and then flushed from the insults, but dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

The cultivators from the Tianyuan Dynasty behind him were now completely silent, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Qi Lei looked down at him, then suddenly laughed, a hint of amusement in his smile: "By the way, aren't you three elders of Tianyuan always inseparable? Why are you the only one here? Where are the other two old dogs? Are you planning a sneak attack?"

Before the words were finished, an aged voice drifted from the horizon.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, carrying an air of composure and calmness.

"Hehe, Palace Master Qi certainly has a good eye."

Qi Lei's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked up.

Two figures could be seen walking through the air on the horizon.

On the left was an old woman in a gray robe, her body hunched over, holding a dark green cane, her full head of silver hair neatly combed. Her aura was calm and still, seemingly undisturbed, yet it exuded a sense of oppression even stronger than that of the old demon.

Peak of the Lesser Completion Stage of the Life Profound Realm!

On the right stood an elderly man in a red robe, with a robust build, a face as red as a jujube, and a pair of tiger-like eyes that shone brightly. He stood with his hands behind his back, not deliberately releasing his aura, but simply by standing there, the surrounding space was slightly distorted, as if it could not withstand his presence.

The Life Profound Realm is complete!

Qi Lei's smile gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

Seeing the two appear, the old demon felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. He struggled to leap from the pit and landed beside them. Clutching his chest, he hissed, "Eldest brother, second brother, you've finally come!"

The old woman in the gray robe glanced at him and said indifferently, "Useless thing, you can't even handle a junior at the eighth level of Nirvana Realm."

The old demon's face flushed red, and he said resentfully, "That junior has a Pure Yuan Treasure in his possession, and there are people from the Dao Sect standing by—"

"Alright."

The old man in red robes waved his hand, interrupting him. He raised his eyes to look at the city wall, his gaze lingering on Lan He for a moment, then sweeping over Qi Lei, Wei Sen, and the others, finally settling on Qi Lei, and slowly said, "Palace Master Qi, it's been many years. How have you been?"

Qi Lei stared at him and slowly said, "Yuan Tu, I didn't expect even you to be involved. It seems your Tianyuan Dynasty is determined to swallow up the Immortal Dynasty this time?"

Yuan Tu, the leader of the Three Elders of Tianyuan, is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years and is also the ancestor of the Tianyuan Dynasty royal family.

Yuan Tu smiled faintly, but there was no warmth in his smile: "The Immortal Dynasty and my Tianyuan Dynasty are neighbors, and should have lived in harmony. Unfortunately, the people of the War King's Mansion did not know their place and slaughtered all the cultivators of my Tianyuan Dynasty in the Hundred Dynasties War, ruining the future of my Tianyuan Dynasty. This debt must be settled."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure swept out from his body, pressing down like an overwhelming force.

That was the oppressive aura of someone at the peak of the Life Profound Realm.

On the city wall, countless soldiers felt their breath catch in their throats, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making it difficult for them to even stand.

Qi Lei snorted coldly, took a step forward, and his aura as a Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm erupted, forcefully resisting the oppressive force. Although he was a step below in realm, the Heavenly Emperor Scripture he cultivated was the supreme technique of the Dao Sect, far surpassing Yuan Tu's cultivation method. The two auras collided in mid-air, evenly matched.

"Yuan Tu, you've lived for hundreds of years, and this is all you've accomplished?"

Qi Lei said coldly, "Bullying a junior and then making it sound so high-sounding?"

Yuan Tu's expression remained unchanged; he merely glanced at Qi Lei indifferently: "Palace Master Qi, does your Dao Sect insist on getting involved in this mess?"

"Wandering into muddy waters?" Qi Lei laughed. "Yuan Tu, you're probably getting senile. Lan He is the young sect leader of my Dao Sect. If you touch him, you're touching my Dao Sect. I, the Palace Master, will settle this score with you today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Sen stepped forward and stood beside Qi Lei. He still had that smiling expression, but a dangerous glint flashed in his narrowed eyes.

Although he had only achieved the Lesser Completion of the Life Profound Realm, the solidity of his aura was in no way inferior to that of the Greater Completion of the Life Profound Realm!

Yuan Tu's gaze sharpened slightly, and for the first time, he looked directly at the always smiling deputy hall master.

"Wei Sen, the deputy hall master of the Dao Sect Heavenly Palace," he said slowly. "It is said that you once used your power at the minor completion stage of the Life Profound Realm to kill a major completion stage Life Profound Realm cultivator across borders. Seeing you today, it is indeed true that your reputation is well-deserved."

Wei Sen smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Ancestor Yuan Tu is too kind. I have only lived for a hundred years, and my meager cultivation is nowhere near as good as yours. However—"

He paused, his smile growing even more amiable: "If you insist on taking action, I wouldn't mind trying to see if I can kill another Perfected Life Profound Realm cultivator."

"Hehe, everyone says the Yuan Sect is arrogant, but after seeing it today, I can tell that your Dao Sect is no less so."

Yuan Tu spoke calmly, his smile slowly fading, replaced by a meaningful coldness: "However, do you really think we didn't expect the Dao Sect to intervene?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two powerful auras suddenly descended from the horizon.

Everyone looked up and saw two figures walking through the air. With each step they took, the surrounding天地元力 (heaven and earth energy) trembled.

The man on the left was tall, with skin of an eerie grayish-white color, as if sculpted from stone, exuding a hard and heavy texture. He was expressionless, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his aura was as solid as a mountain, clearly indicating that he was at the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm.

On the right is a person with a head of long, fiery red hair that dances like flames, a face that is crimson, and even eyebrows that are fiery red.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a faint heat wave emanating from his body, distorting the surrounding air as if he were being scorched. He was also at the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm.

Qi Lei's gaze narrowed slightly.

"The Eight Divisions of the Yuan Sect—" he said in a deep voice, "Earth Division Head: Shi Dong. Fire Division Head: Liu Yan."

The Yuanmen sect has eight divisions named after metal, wood, water, fire, earth, heaven, earth, and man. The strength of each division is roughly equal, with no clear hierarchy. The two before them are Shi Dong, the leader of the earth division, and Liu Yan, the leader of the fire division, both powerful cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm.

Yuan Tu smiled slightly and raised his hand in greeting: "Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

Shi Dong nodded slightly without speaking. Liu Yan grinned, his gaze sweeping across the city wall before finally settling on Qi Lei: "Palace Master Qi, long time no see."

Qi Lei stared at him and said coldly, "Liu Yan, is your Yuan Sect going to get involved personally?"

"What will happen next?"

Liu Yan smiled, a hint of amusement in his smile. "Palace Master Qi is joking. It's just that your Dao Sect's Enlightenment Elder crippled our Yuan Sect's steward Liu Tong during the Hundred Dynasties War. Although Liu Tong was just a steward, Palace Master Qi should know his surname."

He paused, his tone gradually turning cold: "If the younger one is beaten, the elders naturally have to come out and see. Otherwise, if word gets out, people will think that the Liu family of the Yuan Clan is easy to bully."

Qi Lei sneered, "Liu Tong deserved to die. You, Liu Yan, have come here in person today just to demand an explanation for him?"

"Seeking justice?" Liu Yan shook his head, giving Qi Lei a meaningful look. "Liu Tong's death is no big deal. However—"

He abruptly changed the subject, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Your Dao Sect has been too prominent lately. A hundred years ago, Zhou Tong caused trouble for my Yuan Sect; now a young sect leader has emerged, daring to kill my Yuan Sect's chosen disciple at such a young age. If we don't suppress him, some people might forget who really calls the shots in this Eastern Xuan Region."

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