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

Chapter 128 The Yuan Sect's Wrath, the Sect's Wanted List!

Several days later, deep within the Dao Domain, countless mountains stood tall, shrouded in clouds and mist. A massive light shield, tens of thousands of feet long, descended from the sky like a giant bowl, enveloping a region within it.

Within the luminous barrier, ancient and weathered halls stood majestically, their eaves and brackets exuding a magnificent aura. Beneath the vast sky, the sound of wind breaking rose and fell, as countless figures darted about like ants. Some disciples rode on swords, while others walked on air, creating an atmosphere of celestial beings.

hum!

The sky outside the light barrier suddenly distorted, and a large amount of light rapidly condensed, transforming into a massive teleportation array. As the array rotated, ripples spread through space, and figures slowly emerged from within it.

The leader, dressed in white, was none other than Lan He.

Behind him, Qi Lei, Wei Sen, Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Huanhuan, and Jiang Yinyin filed out. A dozen or so disciples of the Heavenly Palace followed closely behind, standing in neat rows in the void.

Lan He raised his eyes and looked at the majestic sect before him. Gazing at the familiar mountains and palaces, and at the Dao Sect disciples bustling about, a look of emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Finally back."

Ying Huanhuan stretched lazily, a relaxed smile on her face. "The sect is so much better; even the air tastes sweet!"

Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at her indifferently without saying a word, but her eyes also carried a hint of relaxation as if she were returning home.

Jiang Yinyin followed closely beside Lan He, her big eyes darting around as she curiously observed the majestic sect before her. The floating peaks, the disciples moving about, and the faint sound of bells in the distance all fascinated her.

"Brother Lanhe, where will Yinyin live from now on?" She tugged at Lanhe's sleeve and asked softly.

Lan He looked down at her, smiled, and ruffled her hair: "Why don't you stay in my courtyard? I have many rooms there, and I'm usually all alone. It'll be more lively with you here."

Jiang Yinyin's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, "Okay, okay!"

Hearing this, Ying Huanhuan's eyes darted around, and she leaned closer, saying, "Senior brother, do you have any empty rooms in your courtyard? Maybe I can move there too—"

"No," Lan He interrupted her without changing his expression.

Ying Huanhuan pouted and muttered softly, "Favoritism—"

Ying Xiaoxiao coughed lightly and pulled her younger sister over: "Alright, stop fooling around."

Lan He ignored Ying Huanhuan's little tantrum and, with Jiang Yinyin, the group headed deeper into the sect.

Soon after, Lan He settled Jiang Yinyin in his courtyard, choosing a sunny room for her to stay in. The little girl touched and looked around, full of curiosity about everything, as excited as a bird released from its cage.

"Brother Lanhe, am I really going to live here from now on?"

"Okay, come find me if you need anything." Lan He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Rest first, I'll take you to see the sect leader tomorrow."

Jiang Yinyin nodded vigorously and obediently agreed.

After settling her in, Lan He turned and left. As he walked out of the courtyard gate, he glanced back, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Jiang Yinyin is the reincarnation of the Lord of Life and Death, so placing her in the Dao Sect shouldn't be a problem. As the young sect leader of the Dao Sect, I certainly have that kind of authority. If I could send her back to the Undying Holy Whale Clan in the future, so that she would still have some gratitude towards the Dao Sect, that would be even better.

only--

To cross the Chaotic Demon Sea to reach the Demon Realm, my current Nirvana Realm cultivation level is probably not enough.

In the Eastern Xuan Region, the Nirvana Realm is considered the backbone of the major super sects, but in a place like the Chaotic Demon Sea, the Nirvana Realm is merely...

They are nothing but ants. Only those at the Life Profound Realm can be considered strong, while those at the Death Profound Realm are the true high-level beings.

If one can break through to the Life Profound Realm before heading to the Demon Realm, it will naturally be safer.

Lan He's eyes flickered slightly, and he secretly made a plan in his mind.

Next, I will focus on cultivation and strive to break through to the Life Profound Realm.

He glanced down at the Qiankun bag at his waist, which contained forty fully repaired Heaven-Rank spiritual treasures, along with some other useless odds and ends. If he could sell these treasures for Profound Essence Pills, it should be enough to support a single closed-door cultivation breakthrough.

Even in a super sect like the Dao Sect, Heavenly Rank spiritual treasures are extremely precious resources. An ordinary Nirvana Realm disciple would be lucky to possess even one low-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure. While most of the ones he possessed were low-grade, a few were of decent quality.

If they all attack—

Lan He silently estimated in his mind that there should be at least 20 million Xuan Yuan Pills.

He nodded slightly. Twenty million Xuan Yuan Pills were enough to support his breakthrough to the Sheng Xuan Realm.

But then he thought again, these spiritual treasures are all sword-shaped, and he could keep them to set up a celestial sword formation. It would be a pity to use them all.

"Alright, keep some for now, and exchange the rest for pills."

Lan He made up his mind, "I'll make further plans after I break through."

Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away.

Yuanmen.

A majestic hall stands atop the mountains, its entire structure pitch black, exuding an aura of solemnity. This is the Yuanmen Council Hall, the Tianyuan Hall, a place only the true high-ranking members of the Yuanmen are qualified to set foot in.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Several figures sat upright on high positions, their auras deep and unfathomable. Each of them was a leader or elder of one of the eight departments of the Yuan Sect, with the lowest cultivation level being the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm. They sat quietly, yet they seemed like mountains pressing down on the hall, making it difficult for anyone to even breathe.

Snapped!

A jade cup was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces and splashing tea onto the cold stone bricks of the main hall.

"Liu Yan is dead! Shi Dong has been captured! Our two leaders of the Yuan Sect have perished in that tiny place called the Immortal Dynasty!"

An elderly man with red hair suddenly stood up, furious. Flames surged around him, and the scorching heat distorted the surrounding air. He was Liu Huang, another elder of the Fire Department and Liu Yan's fellow disciple.

"That junior from the Dao Sect is only at the Eighth Yuan Nirvana Realm. How could he possibly kill a Great Perfection Life Profound Realm cultivator? How could he?!"

His roar echoed through the hall, causing the pillars to tremble slightly. In his rage, his aura became uncontrollable, and cracks began to appear on the stone bricks beneath his feet.

No one answered from inside the hall.

The other leaders had different expressions; some frowned in thought, some had shifty eyes, and some were expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Liu Yan underestimated the enemy and acted rashly; he deserved to die."

A detached voice rang out. The speaker was an old man in a gray robe with a withered face and sunken eyes. He was the head of the Earth Department. "Master Shi has always been a coward who fears death. It's no wonder he was captured. Two people at the peak of the Life Profound Realm were fighting against a junior at the Eighth Nirvana Realm. One died and the other was captured. It's an utter disgrace."

"You!" Liu Huang glared angrily.

That's enough.

From the high seat, an aged voice slowly rang out. The voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, instantly suppressing all the restlessness in the hall.

Everyone stood up in unison and bowed respectfully: "Elder."

Lu Feng, the Grand Elder of the Yuan Sect.

He sat upright at the highest point, his figure aged, his beard and hair all white, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they could see through everything.

He is one of the true rulers of the Yuan Sect, and his cultivation has long since reached the perfection of the Death Profound Realm, only half a step away from the Reincarnation Realm.

Within the original world, with the help of the power of the alien demons, they truly stepped into the realm of reincarnation.

Lu Feng spoke slowly, his voice hoarse yet steady: "Liu Yan's death and Chairman Shi's capture have indeed brought shame upon our Yuan Sect. But arguing about these things now is pointless."

His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, and all those whose eyes met his involuntarily lowered their heads.

"I have already investigated that junior named Lan He thoroughly."

He paused, then slowly said, "First place in the Hundred Dynasties War, and soon after joining the Dao Sect, he was appointed as the Young Sect Leader. This time, he killed Liu Yan at the Eighth Yuan Nirvana Realm, using bizarre methods, and he possesses the Taotie inheritance—"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed slightly.

The inheritance of the Gluttonous Beast is an extremely rare opportunity. No wonder that kid was able to fight beyond his level by obtaining such an opportunity.

Lu Feng's gaze was deep as he slowly said, "You should know who this person resembles."

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

After a long silence, someone murmured, "Zhou Tong—"

These two words seemed to possess a certain magic, causing everyone present to involuntarily feel a chill.

Back then, that Daoist disciple who defied the odds at the Nirvana Realm and terrified the younger generation of the Yuan Sect. That madman who wiped out the younger generation of the eight divisions of the Yuan Sect, ultimately forcing the Reincarnation Realm sect leader to personally intervene.

Zhou Tong.

It was a nightmare that no one wanted to talk about.

Lu Feng slowly rose to his feet, his aged body radiating a chilling aura. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the hall, looking towards the distant east, the direction where the Dao Sect was located.

"The Dao Sect has produced another Zhou Tong."

His voice was deep, yet it carried an undeniable killing intent: "This time, we absolutely cannot allow him to grow any stronger."

"Issuing a sect-wide wanted notice! A reward of a pure Yuan treasure is offered! Regardless of sect or faction, righteous or evil, anyone who can take the head of that Dao Sect brat can come to my Yuan Sect to claim the reward!"

"Whoever dares to kill him, I will personally protect him!"

Meanwhile, the Daoist sect...

Daofeng, the main hall for deliberation.

Inside the hall, five figures sat upright, namely Ying Xuanzi, the head of the Dao Sect, and the hall masters of the Heaven, Earth, Flood, and Wilderness Halls.

Lan He's fame, having slain the leader of the Yuan Clan, had already spread throughout the Dao Sect. At this moment, several of the Dao Sect's highest leaders had gathered for this very reason.

"Sect Leader, you summoned us here to discuss matters concerning the Blue River, right?"

Qi Lei spoke first, unable to suppress his smile. The Heavenly Palace had produced such a prodigy; it brought him, the Palace Master, great honor.

Ying Xuanzi nodded slightly and looked at Qi Lei: "Tell me the details of that battle again."

Qi Lei's spirits lifted, and he immediately recounted the details of the battle in Tianbei City. From Lan He's one-against-two fight against the Three Elders of Tianyuan, to using his Immortal Sword Technique to kill the gray-robed old woman, to slaying the Human Demon Elder with three sword strikes, and finally, a feint to sever Liu Yan's arm, causing his demise—

One by one, the other three hall masters listened in stunned silence.

"An eighth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator, who consecutively killed two Lesser Completion Life Profound Realm cultivators and even a Greater Completion Life Profound Realm cultivator?" Palace Master Zhu Shan gasped in astonishment. "Is this kid even human?"

The Palace Master of the Desolate Palace, Chen Zhen, was also filled with astonishment: "Back then, Zhou Tong wasn't much different, was he?"

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

Qi Lei's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Speaking of Zhou Tong—Sect Leader, everyone, we must not repeat the mistakes of the past this time."

He looked at Ying Xuanzi and said in a deep voice, "Yuanmen has suffered such a great loss, they will never let it go. We must help Lanhe grow up as soon as possible, before Yuanmen can react, and give him the ability to protect himself."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Old Qi is right," said Xia Yan, the Palace Master of the Earth Palace. "We learned our lesson from Zhou Tong's incident back then. This time, we must protect Lanhe no matter what."

Ying Xuanzi remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the four palace masters, before slowly speaking: "Then let's—establish the Xuan Yuan Dan River."

The four palace masters were all taken aback, and then a look of shock flashed in their eyes.

Xuanyuan Danhe!

That was a cultivation resource possessed only during the Dao Sect's peak period, when the founding patriarch was still alive. It was formed by combining a massive amount of Xuan Yuan Pills with ancient formations; cultivating within it for one day was equivalent to several months of arduous training outside. In the heyday of the Dao Sect, countless geniuses and heroes underwent a complete transformation in this River of Pills.

Unfortunately, the Daoist sect later declined, and the Xuan Yuan Dan River was forced to close due to excessive consumption. It was replaced by four Nirvana Dan Rivers.

Although it was still quite generous, it was ultimately worlds apart from the Xuan Yuan Dan River.

"Sect Leader, this—" Qi Lei hesitated, "The consumption of the Profound Origin Pill River is too great. Rebuilding it will require at least thirty million Profound Origin Pills, and the sect is not wealthy to begin with—"

Ying Xuanzi waved his hand, his tone firm: "Lan He is worth it."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the four hall masters, and slowly said, "As the sect leader, I will take the lead by contributing ten million Xuan Yuan Pills."

These words moved all four palace masters.

Qi Lei took a deep breath, stood up, and said, "The Heavenly Palace will offer six million."

Xia Yan followed closely behind: "The Earth Palace will contribute five million."

Zhu Shan gritted his teeth: "Hong Dian will offer four million."

Chen Zhen finally spoke, smiling wryly, "The Desolate Palace has a weak foundation and can only come up with three million."

Ying Xuanzi nodded slightly, silently calculating in his mind:

Ten million plus six million plus five million plus four million plus three million — that equals twenty-eight million.

Two million is still short.

Just as he was about to speak, an old voice suddenly came from outside the hall: "The old woman will pay the remaining two million."

Everyone turned to look and saw an elderly woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, slowly stepping into the hall.

It was the old woman guarding the tower in Hongdian, the number one weapon refiner in the Dao Sect, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Lesser Vehicle Immortal Talisman Master, comparable to the Perfected Life Profound Realm.

"Uncle-Master?" Ying Xuanzi was slightly taken aback.

The old woman waved her hand and said with a smile, "That lad is a good prospect, and I like him. Consider this two million as a small token of my appreciation."

She paused, then added, "Besides, I can't bear to let his talent for crafting go to waste. Once he's more skilled, he can forge a few good items for me, and we'll recoup our investment, won't we?"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Ying Xuanzi solemnly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Martial Uncle."

The old woman waved her hand, turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "Don't let Zhou Tong's tragedy repeat itself."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Ying Xuanzi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Pass down the order: begin preparations for the Xuan Yuan Dan River with all our might immediately. I want to see it reopen in half a month."