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

Chapter 91 Enlightenment: "I'm going to take down your Yuan Sect!"

The burgeoning, violent aura dissipated instantly, as if doused with a bucket of ice water. Liu Tong was sent flying like a tattered sack, crashing back to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

An old but kind voice rang out, carrying a hint of apology, yet also an indescribable schadenfreude.

The gaunt figure slowly turned around and finally appeared clearly in everyone's sight.

He was an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes, his figure slightly hunched, his face covered with wrinkles of time, and his eyes cloudy but harmless. His body did not exude the slightest sharp aura. If it weren't for the extremely strange way he appeared, everyone would probably mistake him for an ordinary old man.

However, at this moment, he just stood there with a smile, looking at Liu Tong, who was in a sorry state in the pit, with a look of regret on his face.

"I'm getting old, and my legs aren't as nimble as they used to be. I tried to block that sword strike, but I couldn't, and I kicked it off course."

He rubbed his hands together and looked at Liu Tong with a sincere expression: "Are you alright? Deacon Liu Tong, should I give you another kick—oh no, I mean, should I help you up?"

Liu Tong struggled to lift his head from the pit. After seeing who it was, he was stunned for a moment, and then an uncontrollable anger surged up on his face.

"Enlightenment! You—you clearly did this on purpose!"

He struggled to his feet, covered in blood and utterly disheveled, yet his eyes burned with rage. Pointing at Wu Dao, his voice trembled, "You people from the Dao Sect, how dare you attack a steward of my Yuan Sect? Are you tired of living?"

Wu Dao remained smiling, showing no sign of anger. He simply stroked his beard leisurely and said, "Oh dear, Deacon Liu, what are you saying? I was just trying to stop that kid for you. I'm getting old and my reactions are slow. I kicked the wrong spot. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

Liu Tong trembled with rage, but he ultimately refrained from attacking. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his fury, and coldly stared at Wu Dao: "Wu Dao, let me tell you, my Yuan Sect is the overlord of the Eastern Xuan Region. No matter how strong you are, you wouldn't dare do anything to me. I'll remember this kick today, and the Yuan Sect will seek justice from your Dao Sect in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Dao's smile deepened, but the smile sent a chill down one's spine.

"The overlord of the Eastern Xuan Region? Seeking justice?"

"You bastard, your Yuan Sect is indeed powerful. But my Dao Sect is no pushover either. Back then, a single disciple of my Dao Sect was able to storm your Yuan Sect and single-handedly kill three of your elders. Was that a weak feat?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Tong's expression changed instantly, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

He certainly knew who Wu Dao was referring to; that name was still a taboo subject in the Yuan Sect. Back then, that person single-handedly stormed the Yuan Sect, beheading three elders in succession, and finally forcing the sect leader to personally intervene to suppress him.

That person was a disciple of the Dao Sect's Desolate Hall.

The enlightened one before them was none other than the deputy hall master of the Desolate Hall.

Liu Tong sneered, his initial fear gradually replaced by mockery: "Hmph, Wu Dao, that beast back then was someone from your Dao Sect's Desolate Hall. It seems your Desolate Hall still holds a grudge about that matter."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and said in an even sharper tone, "Heh, if you're not happy, just come and find me! That beast forced my Yuan Sect Master to take action; his death was worthwhile."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Wu Dao's face froze instantly.

At this moment, a ferocious look appeared in those cloudy old eyes. A boundless and powerful force surged out of his body without warning, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently!

"Liu Tong, you old dog, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

As soon as he took the first step of enlightenment, the pressure of the Lesser Completion of the Life Profound Realm crashed down like a mountain, making it almost impossible for Liu Tong to breathe.

Just then, a clear voice suddenly rang out: "Senior Wudao, please wait."

Wu Dao was slightly taken aback and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Lan He, dressed in white, stood in mid-air, his sword intent still lingering. He calmly looked at him and bowed, saying, "Senior, this is a grudge between me and this old dog. Please give me this opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dao's ferocious expression gradually faded, replaced by a thoughtful look. He sized up Lan He, then glanced at the disheveled Liu Tong not far away, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how did you, a junior, end up going up against this old dog from the Yuan Sect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of Yuan energy quietly entered Wu Dao's ears.

It was Qing Xuanzi's voice, who briefly recounted the whole story—the bounty, the Tianyuan Dynasty, Qin Tian's primordial spirit artifact, and Liu Tong's disregard for the rules.

After hearing this, Wu Dao paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! So that's how it is! It was your Yuan Sect that broke the rules first!"

His laughter was like thunder, echoing throughout the entire world. It made Liu Tong's face turn ashen, and made Old Man Wan's expression shift between anger and uncertainty.

After laughing enough, Wu Dao looked down at Liu Tong, his eyes full of mockery: "Liu Tong, you old dog, according to the agreement of the Eight Sects, during the Hundred Dynasties War, the elders of each sect are not allowed to attack the disciples participating in the war. You broke the rules first, so it's understandable that I'm crippling you now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Dao took a step forward, and his withered figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost!

The next instant, he appeared in front of Liu Tong, his five fingers forming a claw, probing straight into Liu Tong's dantian!

Liu Tong's pupils shrank sharply as he tried to resist, only to find that his peak Nirvana Realm cultivation was utterly powerless against the enlightenment of a minor completionist in the Life Profound Realm!

"No!"

Liu Tong screamed in terror, but could only watch helplessly as the withered hand pierced his dantian.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The primordial spirit energy that had been accumulating within Liu Tong for decades poured out like a river bursting its banks, instantly dissipating into the world.

He deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly slumping down, his face ashen, his eyes lifeless, and he collapsed to the ground.

"You—you crippled me—"

Liu Tong's lips trembled, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Wu Dao withdrew his hand, patted off non-existent dust from his sleeve, and looked at him with a smile: "What, you're not convinced? If you're not convinced, let your Yuan Sect leader come find me."

"Tell him to think carefully before he comes. Your Yuan Sect broke the rules by attacking a disciple in front of so many people. The other seven major sects are watching. Does he dare to offend the entire Eastern Xuan Region for someone like you?"

Liu Tong's face was ashen, his lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word. He curled up on the ground, his body utterly empty, decades of hard work gone in an instant, and despair in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Qing Xuanzi clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his laughter extremely joyful: "Good! Good! Good! Old man Wudao, that was a satisfying strike!"

He stood with his hands behind his back on the clouds, the sword case behind him trembling slightly, as if applauding the strike.

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace also breathed a long sigh of relief, her gaze towards Lan He softening considerably. At least the child was safe, and she could finally give Senior Sister Mo Yun an explanation when she returned.

Immediately, Wu Dao walked over to Lan He, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Kid, well done. This old dog bullied you, so I'll cripple him for you. We're even now."

Lan He snapped out of his daze, frowned slightly, but still bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your help, senior."

Wu Dao waved his hand, his smile growing even more benevolent: "Why are you being so polite? This old man just can't stand the attitude of the Yuan Sect."

He looked Lan He up and down, his eyes full of admiration: "Focus on your Hundred Dynasties War and try to win the championship. If you're interested after the Hundred Dynasties War, you can come to my Dao Sect. Although my Dao Sect has few people, we never mistreat talented young people."

As soon as he finished speaking, a barely perceptible transmission of Yuan energy quietly entered Lan He's ears: "This person can't be killed in front of everyone. But he's already a cripple. Find an opportunity later and secretly kill him. Anyway, the Yuan Sect has no evidence and can't do anything to you."

Lan He's expression remained unchanged, but a fleeting look of realization quickly crossed his eyes.

So that's how it is! Old ginger is spicier!

This senior's methods are in no way inferior to my own.

Having said that, Wu Dao was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and turned back to look at Lan He. He frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "This is still not appropriate. How about this, young friend, why don't you come back to the Dao Sect with me now?"

"Wu Dao, what do you mean by that?"

The words had barely left his mouth when two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Qing Xuanzi took a step forward, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by a look of utter vigilance. The sword case behind him hummed, a sharp sword intent subtly swirling within it.

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace also changed her expression, took a few light steps, and stood between Wudao and Lanhe, her eyes full of vigilance.

Wu Dao was taken aback by their reactions, then waved his hand and laughed, "Oh, why are you in such a hurry? I never said I was going to take anyone away."

He looked at Lan He, his expression becoming more serious: "Young friend, you may not know, but the Yuan Sect people are extremely vengeful. Although Liu Tong was deposed according to the rules, such a major incident occurred during the Hundred Dynasties War, so the Yuan Sect will definitely send someone else. At that time, those people won't do anything to you openly, but it's not impossible for them to trip you up or even retaliate directly."

He paused, his gaze sincere: "Instead of staying here living in fear, it's better to join a super sect in advance, so as to avoid this humiliation."

Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanzi frowned and was about to speak when Wu Dao spoke first: "Of course, I'm not saying you absolutely have to choose the Dao Sect. The Sword Sect and the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace are both good options."

He smiled at Qing Xuanzi and the beautiful woman: "Don't you two want this boy too? Perfect, before the Yuan Sect people arrive, let's have a fair competition among the three of us, and let him choose for himself."

Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanzi's expression softened slightly. He stroked his beard and looked at Lan He with anticipation in his eyes.

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace nodded slightly and said softly, "Lan He, if you are willing to come to the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, I will report to the sect and give you the best resources. Moreover—" She paused, her tone becoming even gentler, "I will also help you deal with Senior Sister Mo Yun."

Three pairs of eyes all fell on Lan He.

"Holy crap, is this how geniuses are treated?"

Not far away, Mo Leng stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape. He looked at the three unfathomable figures in the clouds, then at Lan He surrounded by them, completely dumbfounded.

"Brother Lan has already been specially recruited by the three super sects?"

He muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief. A moment later, he abruptly turned to look at the cultivator from the Divine Dynasty beside him, slapping his thigh excitedly: "Did you see that? Did you see that? That's the Dao Sect, the Sword Sect, and the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace! All three are fighting over it! For me, Mo Leng, to be able to be sworn brothers with someone like that in this lifetime is truly worthwhile!"

The cultivator timidly reminded him, "Boss, they didn't call you brother, did they?"

Mo Leng slapped him on the back of the head: "Stop talking nonsense! I've drunk with him, fought with him, and even shared the spoils. What else is that if not brotherhood?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a gruff voice boomed from afar: "Hahaha! How could such a lively event be complete without this old man!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly figure walking through the air, his blood and qi surging like a tide. With each step he took, the air made a muffled booming sound.

This is the person in charge of the Primordial Palace this time.

He landed on a cloud, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, and sized up Lan He. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Kid, that punch just now was powerful! I could smell the fragrance of blood and qi from afar. Sixth-level Nirvana Realm body refinement, and the power of those punches...tsk tsk, a good seedling for body refinement!"

He patted his chest, his voice booming, "Come to my Primordial Palace! I can't guarantee anything else, but there's plenty to go around! You can drink as much wine as you want!"

Before Lan He could respond, two more figures drifted over from a distance.

A man, his spiritual power surging like an abyss, his robes embroidered with ancient spiritual patterns, was none other than the person in charge of the Divine Sect this time. He stared intently at Lan He and slowly spoke: "I saw that battle just now clearly. The Yuan power of a Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm cultivator and the spiritual power of a Four-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master were fused together seamlessly. It would be a real pity if such talent didn't come to my Divine Sect."

Another person followed closely behind, his robes adorned with mysterious runes; he was the person in charge of Rune Valley. He stroked his beard, his eyes filled with admiration: "Not bad. To have such spiritual power at this age is truly exceptional among your peers. Rune Valley has the most suitable resources for you. Once you come, becoming a Celestial Rune Master is just the beginning."

As soon as the words were spoken, the clouds above became bustling with activity.

The six super sects—the Daoist Wudao, the Sword Sect Qingxuanzi, the beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, the old drunkard from the Primordial Palace, the elders of the Divine Sect, and the stewards of the Talisman Valley—all turned their gazes toward the white-clad figure.

Mo Leng was completely stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist. He looked at this, then at that, muttering, "Six...six families? Six super sects fighting over one person?"

He pinched himself hard, wincing in pain, before realizing he wasn't dreaming.

"Brother Lan—are you trying to reach the heavens?!"

Lan He stood in mid-air, surrounded by six burning gazes, yet his expression remained calm. He slightly cupped his hands and asked neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I am deeply honored by the kindness of you seniors. However—the Hundred Dynasties War is not yet over, not even half the time has passed. Should I not compete for the championship?"

After he finished speaking, the six people were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.