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

Chapter 88. The stage is set, and all factions attend!

After Lan He and his group left, the gate of the Sword Dynasty's residence slowly closed, and the courtyard returned to silence.

A few days later, a group of uninvited guests arrived at the courtyard of the Immortal Dynasty.

At that moment, Lan He stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, pondering his next move. Lan Ying was wiping her longsword beside him, while Qing Feng sat quietly under the eaves, meditating with his eyes closed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the courtyard gate. Before Lan Ying could open it, a slender figure walked in confidently, followed by several female cultivators with considerable auras.

The woman wore a light blue dress, her appearance was elegant and refined, and she exuded the spiritual power fluctuations of a peak Fourth-Level Heavenly Talisman Master. As soon as she entered, her gaze fell directly on Lan He, and her eyes lit up instantly, almost shining.

"Oh dear————"

She rushed forward, circling Lan He and scrutinizing him from head to toe, clicking her tongue in admiration: "This is the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, Young Master Lan? He truly lives up to his reputation; his appearance...tsk tsk tsk—he's so handsome!"

Lan Ying frowned, her longsword pausing in her hand: "Who are you? How dare you trespass—"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman had already approached Lan He with an overly familiar air, tilting her head up and introducing herself with a cheerful smile: "Greetings, Young Master Lan! I am Fu Ling from the Fu Dynasty. I've heard you're handsome, so I came here today to see for myself. I didn't expect you to be even more handsome than the rumors say!"

The female cultivators behind her covered their mouths and chuckled, clearly used to their leader's behavior.

Lan He remained calm and nodded slightly: "Miss Fu, you flatter me."

He had heard of the Talisman Dynasty, a super dynasty directly under the Talisman Valley, and one of the ten super dynasties. The fact that this Talisman Spirit could become the leader of the Talisman Dynasty was naturally not as simple and unpredictable as he appeared.

Fu Ling blinked, unfazed by his coldness, and instead moved even closer: "No flattery, no flattery. I'm the most honest person; good looks are good looks. Young Master Lan, what kind of medicinal bath formula do you usually use? How come your skin is so good?"

Lan Ying, unable to bear it any longer, coughed lightly and asked, "Miss Fu, what brings you here?"

Fu Ling then remembered the important matter, slapped her forehead, and laughed, "Oh dear, I almost forgot the important matter."

She took two steps back, finally becoming a little more serious, and waved behind her.

A female cultivator stepped forward, carrying a Qiankun bag. Fu Ling took it, casually tossed it to Lan He, and said with a smile, "This bag contains the heads of ten cultivators from the Tianyuan Dynasty. According to your bounty, exchanging it for two level-four spirit puppets shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Lan He took it, glanced at it, and nodded: "Deal."

Fu Ling took the puppet, examined it carefully, and after confirming it was in good condition, she was about to lead her people out. Reaching the door, she suddenly stopped, turned back to Lan He, and her eyes gleamed with a cunning light: "Young Master Lan, can I ask you something? If it were Qin Tian's head, what price would you offer?"

Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression remaining calm: "You can get his head?"

Fu Ling blinked and said with a grin, "Just asking, what if there's a chance? You have to know the market rate first."

Lan He glanced at her, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something trivial: "Qin Tian's head, a level 5 sword puppet, and three level 4 spirit puppets."

Fu Ling's eyes lit up, and she clicked her tongue twice: "What a grand gesture! Young Master Lan really wants him dead."

She paused, then sighed, spreading her hands with a regretful expression: "Unfortunately, I can't beat him. But—"

She blinked, took a step closer, and lowered her voice, saying, "I heard that Qin Tian is already on his way to Wanxiang City and will arrive in a day or two at most. Young Master Lan, you'd better be careful."

She took two steps back, still holding the spirit puppet, then turned back at the door and winked at Lanhe: "You're so handsome, I don't want you to get beaten to death by that ugly guy. Take care!"

After saying that, she led the group of female cultivators away, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter.

Lan Ying watched their departing figures, her lips twitching slightly: "That woman—was she here to warn us, or to see the handsome guy?"

Lan He smiled faintly, offering no reply. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "So Qin Tian is coming? Just what I wanted."

However, this wait lasted for half a month.

Lan He had assumed Qin Tian would arrive within a few days, but he was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't until half a month later that news finally came from outside Wanxiang City that the people from the Tianyuan Dynasty had arrived.

Half a month is enough time for a lot to happen.

In the quiet room, Lan He sat cross-legged, his aura calm and unwavering. After half a month of secluded cultivation, with the support of the more than 90 million Nirvana Pills, he finally pushed his cultivation to the peak of the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm.

They were just one goal away from winning seven.

He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of light in them, and the entire quiet room seemed to be illuminated by that gaze.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, followed by Mo Leng's signature booming voice: "Brother Lan! Brother Lan! The people from the Tianyuan Dynasty have arrived!"

The voice carried a hint of urgency, yet also a touch of excitement at the prospect of a good show.

Lan He stood up, pushed open the door, and stepped out.

In the courtyard, Lan Ying and Qing Feng were already waiting, their expressions somewhat solemn.

Mo Leng strode in, his robes billowing in the wind, his face flushed with excitement, clearly overjoyed.

"Brother Lan, the people from the Tianyuan Dynasty have entered the city!"

Mo Leng pointed towards the outskirts of the city, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and exclaimed, "I counted! There were originally eighty-odd people, but now there's less than half left—only about forty!"

Lan Ying frowned deeply: "So many people died?"

Mo Leng nodded and lowered his voice, saying, "The moment that bounty was issued, the entire Hundred Dynasties Battlefield went crazy. In the past half month, the people of the Tianyuan Dynasty have encountered at least a dozen waves of ambushes. Those who have made it to Wanxiang City alive are all incredibly lucky."

He paused, his expression becoming even more grave: "But the key is that Qin Tian. The aura emanating from him is already at the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm!"

Lan Ying's expression changed: "Sixth-level Nirvana? He broke through too?"

Mo Leng swallowed hard, his expression complex. "That's right. It was precisely because he broke through that he was able to protect the rest of them and get them this far. Otherwise, I'm afraid we wouldn't even have been able to save these forty people."

Lan Ying subconsciously looked at Lan He, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

The sixth level of Nirvana Realm and Lan He's current cultivation level are actually evenly matched.

Lan He remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if he had only heard ordinary news.

Seeing his expression, Mo Leng couldn't help but ask, "Brother Lan, aren't you worried?"

Lan He's lips curled up slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes: "Six-Element Nirvana, huh? That's interesting."

He looked up toward the gates of Vientiane City, his gaze seemingly piercing through the buildings to land on the group that had just entered the city.

After waiting for half a month, it finally arrived.

At this moment, at the gate of MixC City.

A group of over forty people filed in, led by a man in a white robe embroidered with a golden sun – Qin Tian. He walked with his hands behind his back, his aura as steady as a mountain, his cultivation at the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm radiating outwards without reservation, like a mobile fortress.

Even so, countless eyes still lurked in the shadows, like a pack of wolves in the night, watching the team intently.

The cultivators of the Tianyuan Dynasty all had tense expressions, and many of them gripped their weapons tightly, their palms covered in cold sweat.

The ambush over the past two weeks has made them extremely nervous, and even now that they've entered the city, the feeling of being watched hasn't lessened at all.

Someone couldn't help but look back, only to see shadowy figures lurking in the darkness, with no idea how many people were hiding there.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out. The speaker was a young man standing beside Qin Tian. His face bore a resemblance to Qin Tian's. He was Qin Yuanshan, a member of Qin Tian's clan and a powerhouse ranked tenth on the Heavenly Ranking.

He glanced at the cowering clansmen, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Brother Qin Tian is right here. With him protecting us, who can touch us? A bunch of rats who only dare to hide in the shadows and launch sneak attacks, do you think you're worth trembling over?"

His voice was loud and carried clearly throughout the surrounding area. Eyes flickered in the shadows, but no one dared to make a move.

Qin Yuanshan withdrew his gaze and looked towards the depths of Wanxiang City ahead, a cold smile playing on his lips: "As long as we kill that Lan He, the bounty will naturally fall apart. Then, I'll see who dares to attack the Tianyuan Dynasty!"

Qin Tian remained silent, walking with his hands behind his back, his steps steady and composed. However, his cold, sharp eyes swept across the surrounding shadows like a hawk's, taking in all the menacing gazes.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Raise your right hand, clench your fist, and a surge of immense Yuan energy, like an invisible hand, instantly probes into the shadows on the left!

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out, and a figure was forcibly pulled out of the shadows, hovering in mid-air in front of Qin Tian.

The man was a middle-aged man dressed in black robes. His face was filled with terror, and his whole body was trembling. His cultivation at the Three Realms Nirvana Realm was as powerless as an infant in front of Qin Tian.

"M-My lord, spare my life! I was just passing by; I didn't mean to spy on you—"

The man begged for mercy desperately, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Qin Tian stared at him expressionlessly, his voice as cold as ice: "Where are the people from the Immortal Dynasty?"

The man trembled, then quickly pointed towards the depths of Wanxiang City, his voice shaking, "It's...it's in the eastern part of the city, that's the Immortal Dynasty's territory!"

Qin Tian released his grip, and the man fell heavily to the ground, scrambling and crawling into the crowd without daring to look back.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the buildings, landing in the east of the city. He took a deep breath, the anger that had been building up in his chest for half a month almost bursting out.

Of the original eighty-three members, only forty-one remain!

Among those who died were his confidants, childhood friends, and even trusted followers of many years. They should have distinguished themselves in the Hundred Dynasties War, joined the Yuan Sect, become superior beings, and control the fate of countless cultivators in the Eastern Xuan Region!

Now, however, they have been slaughtered like chickens and dogs by Lanhe with a single bounty on their heads!

"Blue River————"

Qin Tian uttered the name in a low voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a deep-seated hatred.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, a fierce rage burned in his eyes, which he suppressed with all his might.

He must not act impulsively.

He wanted to crush Lan He, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, in front of everyone in a fair and square manner!

Only in this way can we deter those wolves-like onlookers, help the Tianyuan Dynasty escape its current predicament, and ensure that those who died had a meaningful death.

Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his Yuan energy surging like a tide. The next moment, he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried immense Yuan energy, rolling out like thunder and instantly covering the entire Wanxiang City!

"Blue River"

"You piece of trash!"

"I, Qin Tian, ​​have arrived! Come out and face your death!"

The voice contained an uncontrollable hatred, a deep-seated resentment, and a frenzied urge to tear the other person apart.

As the furious words fell, countless gazes instantly turned towards the east of the city, both inside and outside Wanxiang City.

That place is the residence of the Immortal Dynasty.

"interesting----"

High in the sky, the clouds churned, and several figures with unfathomable auras had gathered there.

"It's been a long time since the battlefield of the Hundred Dynasties has been this lively."

The speaker was a man with slightly graying hair, seated atop the clouds, his aura restrained yet concealing a sharp edge. He wore a white robe embroidered with a black sun, the alternation of black and white resembling the rise and fall of yin and yang—a distinctive garment of the Yuan Sect.

He himself was Liu Tong, the steward in charge of recruiting disciples for the Yuan Sect during the Hundred Dynasties War.

Not far from him, a beautiful woman in a moon-white robe stood with her hands behind her back, her graceful figure and elegant demeanor exuding a refined and otherworldly charm. Her gaze was fixed on the east side of the city, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Is that the child who made the bet with Senior Sister Moyun?"

She thought to herself, "No matter what, he comes from the Immortal Dynasty. If something unexpected happens during the fight, I will have to protect this child."

Just as she was about to say something, she heard a sinister voice: "Hmph, so ruthless at such a young age. In my opinion, this kid from the Immortal Dynasty is no good either."

The speaker was an elderly man in a gray robe, surrounded by a faint aura of yin energy. His face was withered, but his eyes held a sharp edge. The gray robe he wore was embroidered with exquisite puppet patterns, silently revealing his identity as the person in charge of the Myriad Puppet Sect's participation in the Hundred Dynasties War.

The gold patterns on his cuffs clearly told everyone that he was still an elder of the Life Profound Realm.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sarcastic laugh came from the side: "Old Man Wan, you even use living people to make puppets, yet you call others ruthless? Don't you find it ridiculous to say that?"

The speaker was none other than Qing Xuanzi, an elder of the Sword Sect. He stood with his hands behind his back on a cloud, the sword case behind him trembling slightly, as if the sound of swords ringing out could be heard.

He glanced sideways at Old Man Wan, his tone full of mockery: "Who in the entire Eastern Xuan Region doesn't know about your Wan Kui Sect's petty affairs? Using living people to create puppets, extracting their souls—aren't those a hundred times more ruthless than bounties? And you have the nerve to criticize a junior here?"

Old Man Wan's face stiffened, and he opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

Qing Xuanzi stroked his beard and continued with a chuckle, "Besides, that kid's ability to wipe out dozens of people from your Wan Kui Dynasty is his own. In the Hundred Dynasties War, life and death are left to fate; if you can't afford to lose, don't come."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the east of the city, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "I think this lad is quite to my liking."

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