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"I have been nurturing the Soul Bell of that day with my spiritual power every day for half a year now. But the bell's image is still fleeting and difficult to solidify."

Lan He frowned slightly and continued, "This secret technique is good for defense but not for offense. It's called a divine-level secret technique, but it's really no different from a chicken rib."

Xuanmo stroked his beard and listened calmly, only speaking slowly after the speaker had finished:

"There are no shortcuts to the Realm of Condensed Form. The Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell is a top-tier divine-level spiritual technique, even more difficult to cultivate than ordinary high-grade spiritual martial arts. Do you think the title 'divine-level' is just for show?"

He paused, glanced at Lan He, and said in a flat tone:

"In my opinion, although your current foundation as a First-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master is already quite solid, it's still too early for you to condense a true spirit. Once you break through to the Fifth-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master level and your spiritual power becomes sufficiently profound, it will happen naturally. This cannot be rushed, nor can it be forced."

Upon hearing this, Lan He frowned even more deeply.

Five-Seal Celestial Talisman Master? That's a thing of the distant future.

With the Hundred Dynasties War looming, he doesn't have time to slowly nurture his skills. If this secret technique can only be used defensively and not offensively, it's as if half of his martial arts have been rendered useless.

He didn't speak, and Xuanmo didn't urge him. The pavilion was quiet for a moment, with only the tea smoke rising and slowly spreading between the two of them.

After a long pause, Lan He sighed, "Does Master Xuan mean there's no other way?"

Seeing his expression, Xuanmo laughed instead.

"There are ways, though."

He spoke slowly, taking out a dark gold scroll from his sleeve and casually placing it on the table. He said slowly, "This is a low-grade spiritual martial art called the 'Dragon's Roar Technique.' When activated with Yuan energy, it can unleash domineering sound waves that can shake people's minds and souls. The name is a bit flamboyant, but its power lives up to its name."

He paused, then gave Lan He a meaningful look:

"If you mix your mental energy into it and activate it with the foundation of a Celestial Talisman Master, the sound waves mixed with mental impact may not be less powerful than ordinary divine-level secret techniques."

Xuanmo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and added casually:

"I used this martial art when I was young, and I was quite comfortable with it. You can practice it. If you learn it well, you'll be able to put it to use in a month or so."

Lan He was taken aback, then picked up the scroll and unfolded it to examine it closely.

He read the teachings carefully, his brows gradually relaxed, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Although the Dragon Roar Technique is not a spiritual secret skill, it is a rare sonic martial art. With his foundation as a Heavenly Talisman Master, he can indeed unleash considerable power when activating it. More importantly, it is extremely easy to learn, unlike the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell, which requires years of nurturing.

As expected of a Nine-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, he has so many good things.

"Thank you, Master Xuan." He put the scroll into his pocket, stood up, and bowed to Xuan Mo. "I will remember this favor."

"What's there to remember?" Xuanmo waved his hand, too lazy to get up, and just said with his eyelids down, "That demon spirit is enough."

Lan He smiled, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the door.

Just then, that aged voice suddenly came from behind again:

"That demon... I'll accept it. Next time, just say what you need, don't pull this stunt."

His tone remained calm, yet it carried a hint of awkwardness.

Lan He paused, turned around, and smiled:

"I'm just afraid that Master Xuan won't accept me."

Xuanmo snorted softly and didn't reply. He just lowered his head to drink his tea, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

Lan He smiled and pushed open the door to go out.

……

Soon after,

Just as Lan He returned to the War King's Mansion with Xin Li, he saw Lan Zhong walking towards them with a solemn expression.

"Young Master, you're finally back."

Lan Zhong bowed respectfully, his tone lower than usual, and said in a deep voice, "Master wants you to go to the study."

Lan He paused slightly, glancing at him: "What happened?"

Lan Zhong paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "The Dynasty Exchange War... is over."

Lan He frowned slightly. He hadn't really cared about the outcome of the exchange battle, but Lan Zhong's expression clearly indicated it wasn't good news.

"Our Immortal Dynasty has come up against the Heavenly Origin Dynasty."

Lan Zhong lowered his voice even further, "Our Immortal Dynasty's number two seed, Young Master Lan Shang, was crippled by the genius of the opposing Qin family."

Lan He's gaze sharpened.

Tianyuan Dynasty.

He naturally knew about this super dynasty, the mortal enemy of the Immortal Dynasty. His first accidental death, his ashes turned into an urn, was due to an ambush by the Tianyuan Dynasty. Even later, after his cousin Lan Ying became famous, she was repeatedly assassinated by their men, facing constant danger.

It's hateful as it may be, but more than that, it's a feeling of helplessness.

The Tianyuan Dynasty, backed by the Yuanmen, the leading sect among the eight super sects of the Eastern Xuan Region, has always acted without restraint. The three leaders of the Yuanmen are all powerful beings at the Reincarnation Realm, and their influence over the Eastern Xuan Region is so great that even a super sect like the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace dares not confront them directly.

As a subordinate force of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, the Immortal Dynasty naturally could not escape the fate of being suppressed. Over the years, it has been constrained at every turn, yet it has been helpless to do anything about it.

"The patriarch is furious," Lan Zhong said in a low voice. "The master will personally discuss the details with the young master. Young master, please go quickly."

Lan He nodded solemnly, asked no more questions, and strode towards his father's study.

……

Inside the study, Lan Zhan stood with his back to the door, hands clasped behind his back, by the window.

When Lan He pushed open the door and entered, he turned around. Although his face did not show much expression, his brows were more solemn than usual.

"You're here." Lan Zhan raised his chin, gesturing for him to sit down.

Lan He did not sit down, but stood in front of his father, waiting for him to speak.

Lan Zhan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Lan Zhong should have told you about the exchange battle."

Lan He nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Lan Shang was crippled, his meridians were all severed, and his dantian was shattered."

Lan Zhan's voice was calm, so calm it was almost suppressed, "This life is over."

He paused, then looked up at Lan He, his gaze complex: "Although he's not from our War King's Mansion, he's still a direct descendant of the royal family, a junior personally mentored by our ancestor. His talent... isn't much less than your cousin Lan Ying's."

Lanhe didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"Our ancestor is furious," Lan Zhan continued, "but fury is furious, but what's done is done, and further anger is useless. What's urgent now is what to do next—"

He stared at Lan He and said, word by word:

"There are one year and two months left until the Great War of the Hundred Dynasties."

"In this generation of our Immortal Dynasty royal family, there were originally three people with the most outstanding talents: you, Lan Ying, and Lan Shang. Now that Lan Shang is crippled, the remaining two of you are the hope of our Lan family for this generation."

Lan Zhan picked up an ancient jade slip from the desk and handed it to Lan He.

"Our ancestor has decided to pass on the Immortal Dynasty's secret technique, the Immortal Sword Art, ahead of schedule."

Lan He took the jade slip, his gaze slightly narrowed.

Immortal Sword Technique.

The most prestigious inheritance of the Immortal Dynasty, a superior spiritual martial art. Throughout history, only the most elite members of the royal family have been qualified to cultivate it. He had heard of this unique skill, but had never seen its true form.

Unexpectedly, I have obtained the inheritance of the Immortal Sword Technique under such circumstances.

"As the most advanced spiritual martial art, the Immortal Sword Technique is not easy to cultivate." Lan Zhan looked at him and said slowly, "For the next period of time, you need to go to a place for seclusion."

He paused, then uttered two words:

"Sword Tomb".

"Sword Tomb?" Lan He raised his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing in them. As the young master of the War King's Mansion, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a place.

"That is a secret place of my Immortal Dynasty."

Lan Zhan nodded slowly, his tone solemn, "After the predecessors who cultivated the Immortal Sword Technique fell, their swords were buried in this place. Over the years, countless sword intents, and... death energy have accumulated in the sword tomb."

He paused, his gaze falling on Lan He's face, and said solemnly:

"That place is dangerous, but it also holds immense opportunities. If you can survive, you'll have entered the realm of Immortal Sword Technique. If you can't, with the Ancestor protecting you, it won't be a problem."

Lan He nodded slightly, about to speak, when Lan Zhan added:

"By the way, besides you and Lan Ying, that kid from the Qing family will also be coming along for this training."

"The Qing family?" Lan He was slightly taken aback.

"The Qing family and our Lan family have been linked by marriage for generations."

Lan Zhan remained expressionless and explained calmly, "A young man has emerged in their generation, whose talent is no less than yours, Lan Ying. The ancestor specially summoned him here to jointly teach the Immortal Sword Technique."

"What's your name?" Lan He raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Qingfeng," Lan Zhan said with a smile, "is about the same age as your cousin, and is also a promising talent."

Upon hearing this, Lan He nodded slightly; he did have a vague recollection of the name. If his memory served him correctly, this person had later sparred with Chen Nan, the leader of the Sword Dynasty, during the Hundred Dynasties War, and it was said that the fight ended in a draw.

To be able to fight to a draw with the top geniuses of the Sword Dynasty is indeed a strength that should not be underestimated.