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"Alright, I won't disturb your serious conversation with your second uncle any longer."

With that, Lan Ying waved her hand and turned to walk out. At the door, she turned back, winked at Lan He, and said, "I'll come find you in a few days and test your skills after your seclusion. Don't let me beat you senseless!"

With that, she smiled smugly, pushed open the door, and left.

The study was now empty except for Lan He and his son Lan Zhan. The previously relaxed atmosphere subsided, replaced by a more formal tone.

Lan Zhan's gaze fell on Lan He, scrutinizing him for a moment. A barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke, "Three months into the Talisman Master Tower, your spiritual power... has already broken through to the advanced Spirit Talisman Master level?"

Although it was a question, the tone was quite certain.

With his cultivation level and eyesight at the Profound Realm, even though Lan He deliberately concealed his true nature, his spiritual foundation, which was different from before and several times more refined and powerful, still could not escape his perception.

Lan He wasn't surprised that his father could see through it, and nodded frankly: "Yes, a lucky breakthrough."

"Just lucky?"

Lan Zhan smiled noncommittally, but his eyes were full of approval. "This cannot be described by mere luck. In that case, you are only one step away from the true realm of 'Heavenly Talisman Master'."

He paused, looked at Lan He, and his tone turned concerned: "Now that you've reached the advanced level of a spirit talisman master, mental attack methods are crucial. Do you have any suitable mental techniques to learn?"

"If not, there are a few good collections deep in the library of the mansion. Although they may not be divine level, there are two or three at the peak of the Qi level. You can go and choose one that suits you."

Hearing this, Lan He felt a warmth in his heart and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Father. Master Xuanmo passed on a secret technique to me before he left."

"Oh?" Lan Zhan raised an eyebrow, then asked, "That old fellow Xuanmo is quite generous. What technique did he teach you?"

"It's a spiritual technique called the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell," Lan He answered truthfully.

"Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell..."

Lan Zhan repeated it in a low voice, a hint of understanding and appreciation flashing in his eyes. He nodded, "So it is this technique. When Xuan Mo obtained this secret technique, he mentioned it to me. It is said to be a rather mysterious divine secret technique, which is both offensive and defensive, and is especially good at calming the mind and disturbing the enemy's mind."

"His willingness to pass this technique on to you shows he has high expectations for you. Indeed, this technique is perfect for you; you should study it diligently."

Having confirmed that Lan He had made sufficient progress in his spiritual power, Lan Zhan was clearly relieved.

He changed the subject and asked, "Now that your seclusion at the Talisman Master Tower is over, what are your plans? The Hundred Dynasties War is fast approaching."

Lan He's gaze was calm, clearly indicating that he had already considered this matter. He stated directly, "I am ready to begin my seclusion immediately and attempt to break through to the Nirvana Realm."

"Aiming for the Nirvana Realm?"

A glint flashed in Lan Zhan's eyes, but he wasn't too surprised. Instead, he showed an expression of "it should be this way".

With Lan He's current accumulation of Yuan Power and spiritual power, breaking through to the Nirvana Realm is a natural progression, and it can even be said to be an inevitable choice for the final sprint in preparation for the Hundred Dynasties War.

"Alright!" Lan Zhan didn't hesitate. With a wave of his hand, a deep purple Qiankun bag engraved with the emblem of the War King's Mansion and faintly emitting spatial fluctuations appeared out of thin air on the desk.

"There are five million Nirvana Pills inside."

Lan Zhan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable and powerful confidence: "The energy required to break through to the Nirvana Realm far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine. The Nirvana Pill is the best resource for breaking through this realm and forging the Nirvana Golden Body."

He looked at Lan He with a profound gaze: "The so-called geniuses of low-level dynasties are considered extravagant if they have two or three hundred thousand Nirvana Pills to support their breakthrough; the top talents of mid-level and high-level dynasties may be able to raise five hundred thousand to over a million. Those who can come up with two million Nirvana Pills to help their juniors break through are extremely rare."

"Of course, this is also closely related to personal aptitude. The stronger the foundation and the greater the ambition, the more resources are needed."

"Ordinary people may be able to attempt this with a few hundred thousand dollars, but if they want to build a flawless foundation with unlimited potential for Nirvana, it is not impossible to spend millions or even more."

Lan He nodded approvingly upon hearing this.

If his memory serves him correctly, in the original world, Lin Dong used the Devouring Ancestral Symbol and two million Nirvana Pills to break through to the Nirvana Realm. His own aptitude should be even higher than Lin Dong's, and with the help of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, the resources he needs will only be more.

"Take these for now."

Lan Zhan pushed the deep purple Qiankun bag forward again. "If it's not enough, just tell Lan Zhong. Cultivation in the Nirvana Realm is crucial. The deeper the foundation you lay in this realm, the smoother the path will be to the Profound Realm of Life and Death, and even to the Reincarnation Realm."

His tone was serious, filled with encouragement and expectation: "Back in my day, your father absorbed a full 1.5 million Nirvana Pills before achieving his goal. You are my son, Lan Zhan, and you absolutely cannot be inferior to me!"

As Lan Zhan finished speaking, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "You must remember, the quality of a Nirvana Realm cultivator far outweighs their superficial level. A true powerhouse possesses a foundation so solid that they can fight beyond their level!"

"Back then, your father, at the First Nirvana Realm, once directly defeated an opponent at the Second Nirvana Realm. That's the difference that comes from one's foundation!"

"so,"

Lan Zhan's gaze returned to Lan He, and he said with utmost seriousness, "There's no need to rush. If you want to break through, you must be absolutely certain of success. Do your best and don't leave any regrets for yourself."

Lan He took the Qiankun Bag, feeling the immense energy contained within, and replied in a deep voice, "Father, rest assured, I will do my utmost to forge the strongest foundation."

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan smiled gently and patted his shoulder lightly: "Silly child, there is no such thing as absolute strongest in this world, only stronger by constantly surpassing oneself. Don't make promises you can't keep, just do your best."

He paused briefly, his tone carrying a hint of emotion and advice: "As far as I know, even in a super sect like the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, the most exaggerated record of a younger generation using Nirvana Pills to break through to the Nirvana Realm is only four million pills."

"If you can achieve even half of that, I will be completely satisfied and very pleased."

This statement both lowers expectations to avoid putting too much pressure on Lan He, and also implicitly encourages him. Half of four million is still a staggering two million, enough to make most so-called geniuses look like geniuses.

Lan He understood his father's good intentions and nodded solemnly: "I understand. I will do my best and have no regrets."

"Alright, go ahead. Prepare calmly, and if you need anything, please let your father or Lan Zhong know."

Lan Zhan waved his hand, his eyes full of trust.

Lan He said no more, bowed to his father, and then turned and left the study.

Leaving the study, he didn't linger outside, heading straight back to his residence. The courtyard remained quiet and serene; Xinli seemed to be absent, perhaps preparing something.

He entered the meditation room, preparing to set up a restriction and begin the final adjustments before going into seclusion.

Just then—

hum!

In the depths of his mind, in the Niwan Palace, a strange rhythm, extremely faint yet incredibly clear, came without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a box with an antique shape and a dark wood color appeared silently and floated quietly.

A second "urn"!