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

Soon after,

The Immortal Dynasty, the War King's Mansion.

Deep within the magnificent main hall, the light of the teleportation array, engraved with mysterious patterns, slowly faded, revealing two figures standing side by side within it.

The familiar, rich energy rushed towards me, sweeping away the slight dizziness caused by the long-distance teleportation.

Lan He looked at Ling Qingzhu beside him and said, "Miss Ling, now that you have returned, I shall take my leave."

Ling Qingzhu nodded slightly, her cool gaze lingering on him for a moment: "Farewell."

With concise and to-the-point words, she did not linger. Her azure figure transformed into a streak of light and flew straight toward the "Listening to Snow Pavilion" in the West Garden of the War King's Mansion, where she was temporarily residing. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared among the palaces and eaves.

Without delay, Lan He moved towards his secluded courtyard deep within the mansion.

I walked along the familiar path back to my quiet courtyard. As soon as I stepped through the gate, I saw a familiar figure in pale pink waiting under the tree—it was Xinli.

"Young Master, you're back."

Xinli smiled sweetly and quickly stepped forward, her eyes filled with undisguised joy. She naturally wanted to take the outer robe or accessories that Lanhe might have taken off.

"Hmm." Lan He responded, letting her approach, his brows showing a hint of world-weariness.

Xinli naturally reached out and took off his thin outer robe, which was covered in dust and dew, carefully folded it, and then took the jade pendant and other items that he casually took off, her movements skillful and gentle.

"Would you like to have a medicinal bath to relieve your fatigue, young master? I have prepared it according to the prescription," she asked softly.

Lan He nodded slightly: "Alright."

The two entered the inner room one after the other. Inside the clean room, the bathtub, made of warm jade, was filled with steam. The water was a pale amber color and emitted a bitter yet gentle medicinal fragrance. Several rare medicinal herbs floated in the hot water.

Xinli helped him remove his shoes and inner shirt. After he stepped into the pool, she quietly knelt by the pool, picked up the jade comb, and gently combed his slightly damp long hair. Her fingertips occasionally brushed over acupoints with just the right amount of force to help him relax his meridians and absorb the medicinal power.

The warm medicinal liquid enveloped his body, and his fatigue gradually subsided. Lan He closed his eyes to catch his breath before asking, "How has things been at home while I was away?"

Xinli's hands moved swiftly, her voice soft and gentle: "Everything in the manor is as usual, except that the distinguished guests at Tingxue Pavilion in the West Garden are still here. Master... has been in seclusion since you left and has not emerged since. The affairs of the manor are currently being managed by Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong instructed that if the young master returns, you may make all the decisions yourself."

Lan He understood that the old man's "seclusion" would likely continue for a while. After a moment's thought, he made a decision.

"Okay, I understand."

He opened his eyes, the weariness gone, replaced by clarity. "I've gained some insights from this trip. I need to immediately go into seclusion to cultivate and try to break through my current realm."

"For the next period of time, unless there is an urgent matter, no one is allowed to come to this courtyard to disturb you. All matters are to be handled by you as appropriate. If you are really unable to make a decision, then go and find Uncle Zhong."

"Yes, I understand."

Xinli straightened her expression and seriously agreed.

After the medicinal bath, Xinli helped him change into clean and soft everyday clothes.

Lan He didn't linger any longer and went straight to the quiet room deep in the courtyard, which was specially used for cultivation and was equipped with many arrays.

……

Meanwhile, inside the study of the War King's mansion.

"Master, this is the entire story of the young master's training this time."

Lan Zhong stood with his hands clasped in front of him and gave a detailed account of the events at the Great Yan Dynasty's ancient tomb, Wang Lei's attitude in front of the teleportation array, and even his own intervention to issue a warning. His tone was calm and devoid of any personal emotion.

Lan Zhan listened quietly, his knuckles tapping lightly twice on the smooth tabletop, producing a soft, resonant sound. His face remained expressionless for a moment, then he suddenly chuckled and shook his head.

"This kid..."

Lan Zhan's voice carried an indescribable meaning, a mixture of helplessness and amusement, "This personality... it's nothing like me!"

Lan Zhong stood with his hands at his sides, eyes downcast, not saying a word.

Lan Zhan leaned forward slightly, tapped the table with his finger, looked at Lan Zhong, and said with a hint of disbelief, "Uncle Zhong, tell me, going out for training, especially with a peerless fairy like Ling Qingzhu from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace..."

"That brat, he actually came back so obediently? He didn't even manage to hold the girl's hand?"

He stroked his short beard, a look of utter disappointment on his face: "Back in my day, I... cough, I mean, young people should have some of the spirit they need, some sense of romance, right?"

"This kid's got nothing better to do than cultivate and snatch treasures? Just like his mother back then, nothing but the path to enlightenment in his eyes?"

Lan Zhong kept his eyes downcast, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly, before he said respectfully, "Master, it is truly a good thing that the young master is calm and focused on cultivation. Fairy Ling comes from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, and is aloof in nature, with extraordinary cultivation and temperament. It is also prudent for the young master to treat her with courtesy."

"Safe? This is far too safe!"

Lan Zhan waved his hand, but a faint trace of satisfaction flickered deep in his eyes.

How could he not know that his son's steadfastness and clear goals were extremely rare qualities? It's just that as a father, especially one with his temperament, he inevitably felt that his son was "too honest" in some ways.

"Never mind, never mind."

Lan Zhan leaned back in his chair, his expression regaining some of its depth. "His cultivation has improved, he's decisive in handling affairs, knows how to use the power of the masses to intimidate others, and also knows how to conceal his true abilities... Overall, he's not bad. Much better than those spoiled brats who only know how to show off their strength and fight."

He paused, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest: "You went to see Mo Yun... what did it say?"

Lan Zhong then raised his eyes and replied, "This old servant has delivered the news that Master is still in 'seclusion'. Elder Mo Yun said he already knew, and added that everything... can wait until after the Hundred Dynasties War."

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan's face revealed a subtle expression, a mixture of relief and helplessness, as he muttered to himself, "This old lady's patience is getting longer and longer..."

He then waved his hand, "Very well. Now that He'er is back, let him get some rest. Keep a close eye on things outside, including Mo Yun's side."

"This old servant understands." Lan Zhong bowed and silently withdrew from the study.

……

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Deep within the War King's Mansion, the secluded courtyard remained as tranquil as ever, with only the faint fluctuations caused by the operation of the array indicating the master's dedicated cultivation.

Inside the quiet room, the atmosphere was heavy and still.

Lan He sat cross-legged, his aura surging, his powerful Yuan energy flowing through his meridians like a tide. Before him, the Nirvana Heart, which had once shone with emerald light and was full of vitality, was now completely dim, and he was slowly absorbing the last bit of pure energy contained within it into his body.

The power of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol flowed silently within its body, refining and absorbing the vast and gentle energy without any stagnation or concern about "yin-yang imbalance".

As the last wisp of emerald light entered his body, the entire quiet room seemed to tremble slightly.

hum!

A surge of Yuan energy, several times stronger than it had been half a month ago, erupted from Lan He's body without reservation!

The Realm of Creation, Great Success!

With the help of the massive amount of pure energy from half of the Nirvana Heart and the almost heaven-defying refining efficiency of the Ancestral Symbol, Lan He finally entered the last stage of the Creation Realm.

This is not all.

His eyes snapped open, flashing with a sharp light, and a faint, fierce sword intent flickered within them. With a slight thought, the "Azure Scale Sword" at his waist, which was not yet drawn, spontaneously emitted a clear, melodious hum.

Lan He pointed his fingers like a sword and drew a line in the air.

Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!

Six incredibly condensed, almost tangible, pale blue sword lights shot out from his fingertips almost simultaneously!

The sword light, like a swimming dragon, nimbly weaved through the limited space of the quiet room, its trajectory mysterious and carrying a sharp aura that could cut through anything, yet it also resonated with each other, faintly forming some kind of formation, thus doubling its power.

The stable interior space was actually rippled by the six sword lights crisscrossing and intersecting.

Taiqing Dividing Light Sword, six swords unleashed simultaneously!

This means that Lan He has already cultivated this superior martial art to the point of true mastery. He is only two steps away from the legendary perfect state of unleashing eight swords at once and condensing the spirit of martial arts!

Feeling the powerful primordial energy surging within him like a mighty river, he gently exhaled a long breath, which even contained the sounds of wind and thunder.

"Finally, I've broken through..."

Lan He smiled slightly. After half a month of seclusion, he had gained far more than he had expected. It was time to go out and see the world.

He rose and pushed open the heavy stone door of the quiet room. Fresh air rushed in, and the afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the tranquil courtyard.

Just as he was about to call Xinli over, his ears twitched slightly.

A very light, yet strangely familiar sound of something cutting through the air faintly came from the direction of the lush bamboo grove that belonged to his private courtyard.

The sound... was the unique rhythm of a sword cutting through the air, and the artistic conception it contained was somewhat similar to the "Taiqing Dividing Light Sword," yet it was not quite the same, and it was even more aloof and cold.

Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly. That bamboo grove was his usual place for practicing swordsmanship. It was a secluded spot, and apart from the servants who cleaned it regularly, no one else would ever set foot there.

Everyone in the mansion knew that it was his private place, so why would someone be practicing swordsmanship there? What's even stranger is that, judging from the sound of the sword, the other party seems to be practicing the "Taiqing Dividing Light Sword" style as well?

Filled with both doubt and curiosity, he turned and silently passed through the courtyard corridor, heading towards the bamboo forest.

The closer they got, the clearer the sound of the sword became.

It was indeed the "Taiqing Dividing Light Sword" that he was familiar with, but the cold and aloof intent contained in the sword was subtly but clearly different from the version he had cultivated. It was as if they came from the same source but went in two different directions.

He walked along the bluestone path and entered the bamboo forest. Amidst the sparse shadows, a graceful figure in green was practicing swordsmanship on the open ground where he usually did so, wielding a three-foot-long sword and dancing with it.

The sword light was not intense, and it did not even use much Yuan power, but it was extremely precise. Each move carried a kind of clear and uprightness that seemed to sever worldly ties.

Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, falling on her and the sword's edge, like a flowing painting.

It turned out to be Ling Qingzhu.

Lanhe then realized what was happening.

Yes, although this distinguished guest from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace is temporarily residing in Tingxue Pavilion, which is some distance from my courtyard, given her cultivation level and temperament, it's not impossible for her to find a quiet place to practice her sword here.

Perhaps the servants in the mansion knew her special status and dared not stop her, nor did they inform her in time.

He did not go forward immediately, but stopped behind a few clumps of bamboo and watched quietly.

Ling Qingzhu's swordsmanship, though of the same origin as the "Taiqing Dividing Light Sword" he practiced, was different. Her swordsmanship was light and agile, yet profound in meaning, and it was indeed unique, which also gave him some insights.

Before long, Ling Qingzhu finished demonstrating a set of sword techniques, sheathed her sword and stood still, her aura calm and undisturbed, as if she had merged with the secluded bamboo forest.

She had clearly noticed Lan He's arrival long ago. Her cool gaze swept lightly in the direction where he was hiding, but she didn't say anything and turned to leave.

"Miss Ling, please wait."

Lan He spoke up at the right moment and slowly walked out from behind the bamboo shadows.

Ling Qingzhu stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes calm and unwavering, as if waiting for him to continue.

Lan He walked closer, his gaze sweeping over the familiar sword-practicing area before turning to Ling Qingzhu. He cupped his hands and said, "This is where I usually practice my sword. I heard the sound of swords and came to check. I didn't expect to find you here, Miss."

His tone was calm, without any questioning intent. He then changed the subject and frankly said, "It's quite a coincidence that I was in seclusion for half a month and managed to make a breakthrough in the 'Taiqing Dividing Light Sword.' However, I feel that there are still some rough edges in the changes, and I haven't been able to make them all as smooth as I want."

He looked at Ling Qingzhu with sincere eyes: "Young lady, you come from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, and your knowledge of swordsmanship far surpasses mine. I wonder if you could lend me your discerning eye to appraise my work and offer some guidance?"

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