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

Chapter 107 The Dao Sect is in an uproar after losing four heroes in a row!

"You—you comprehended the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, yet you didn't join the Heavenly Palace?" She looked at Lan He in disbelief, momentarily at a loss for words.

What kind of operation is this?

He has mastered the supreme martial art of the Heavenly Palace, yet he has no intention of entering the palace? There has never been such a precedent in the rules of the Daoist Sect.

Lan He didn't explain further, but simply smiled and turned to walk towards the stone steps: "Senior Sister, we should leave now."

Ying Xiaoxiao opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she followed. Her eyes, however, were filled with complex confusion.

After the two figures disappeared into the stone tower, the gray-robed old man who had been sitting cross-legged looked thoughtfully toward the stone steps.

A captivating glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and sent out an invisible spiritual transmission, which silently broke through the air and disappeared.

"Sect Leader, I have discovered a promising talent today."

"He comprehended the Emperor Sutra in three days, demonstrating a profound foundation and a calm temperament. What's even more remarkable is that he remained humble and composed, knowing when to advance and when to retreat."

"This young man is truly a pillar of our Daoist sect, capable of reviving it."

"I hope the sect leader will nurture you well."

Not long after, outside the Martial Arts Hall.

Lan He and Ying Xiaoxiao walked out of the stone tower side by side. Sunlight streamed in, dispelling the gloom inside and revealing a bright and open view.

However, as soon as Lanhe stepped out of the palace, he noticed two pairs of eyes on him.

There were already people waiting outside the hall.

A familiar figure in a red dress appeared – it was Ying Huanhuan. She stood not far away, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lan He, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

The other figure was a young man dressed in blue. He was quite handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a gentle, refined demeanor. Although he wasn't as alluringly handsome as Lan He, who possessed the bloodline of a nine-tailed fox, he was still a handsome man with a distinguished air.

"Sis, why did you come out so quickly?"

Ying Huanhuan quickly came forward, looking at Lan He suspiciously, and asked with some doubt, "Is it because he's not good enough? Can't he comprehend it—"

"Have you read the Emperor's Scripture?"

Ying Xiaoxiao shook her head and said calmly, "He comprehended the Heavenly Emperor Scripture in just three days."

Ying Huanhuan's eyes widened immediately, and her mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

"Three—three days?" She looked at Lan He in disbelief, her eyes filled with shock. "How is this possible? You took three months back then, sister!"

Upon hearing this, the man in blue standing beside him frowned slightly, his gaze towards Lan He now filled with scrutiny and scrutiny.

Lan He noticed his gaze, turned to Ying Xiaoxiao, and asked, "And who is this?"

Before Ying Xiaoxiao could speak, the man in blue stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said in a gentle tone, but with a hint of arrogance: "I am Qingye, the eldest disciple of the Earth Palace."

"I have long admired Junior Brother Lanhe's name, and meeting him today, I can confirm that it is indeed well-deserved."

"So it's Junior Brother Qingye."

Upon hearing this, Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "I am indeed ignorant and have never heard of your name, Junior Brother."

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He naturally knew Qingye, who was Ying Huanhuan's childhood sweetheart and the senior disciple of the Earth Palace, whose status was equivalent to Ying Xiaoxiao's in the Heaven Palace.

Inside the Earth Palace, this person should be the one with the deepest understanding of the Earth Emperor Scripture. Naturally, he would not let go of this material that was delivered to his door.

That address of "Junior Brother" was obviously intentional.

Qingye's expression stiffened slightly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible shadow crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. A faint smile curved his lips, his tone still gentle, yet now carrying a hint of scrutiny: "Junior Brother Lanhe is too kind. It's understandable that you're new here and haven't heard of me. I've cultivated in the Earth Palace for many years; while I wouldn't dare claim any great achievements, I do possess some modest cultivation."

"Junior Brother, you're new here, yet you dared to challenge Senior Sister Xiaoxiao. That courage is truly admirable. However—"

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious: "Huanhuan has grown up with me since childhood, so her affairs are my affairs, Qingye's affairs. If there is any conflict, although I am not very capable, I will have to ask my junior brother for guidance."

Upon hearing this, Ying Huanhuan frowned and muttered softly, "Who grew up with you—I didn't ask you to come—"

Qingye's expression remained unchanged, but her gaze towards Ying Huanhuan was filled with undisguised admiration.

Lan He took in the whole scene, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He continued Qing Ye's words, "Oh? Is that so? That's perfect."

"I have long heard that the Earth Palace Earth Emperor Scripture is extremely profound. Today I will take this opportunity to learn a thing or two from Junior Brother Qingye."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingye's expression stiffened slightly.

He only wanted to show off in front of Huanhuan and win her favor, but he never expected Lanhe to accept the challenge so readily.

Although he was the senior disciple of the Earth Palace, he had only just entered the Eighth Nirvana Realm and was still quite far from Ying Xiaoxiao, who was at the peak of the Eighth Nirvana Realm. Not to mention the person in front of him who even Senior Sister Xiaoxiao had failed to defeat.

But now, looking into Lan He's calm yet expectant eyes, he found himself in a dilemma.

Ying Xiaoxiao, watching the scene unfold before her, suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Three days ago, Lan He looked at her in the same way, and then she made her move without really understanding what was going on.

She sighed softly, but didn't stop them. It's better to let young people resolve their own affairs.

Qingye took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't avoid this battle today. He straightened his back and tried to make his tone sound as calm as possible: "Since Junior Brother Lanhe is so interested, then I will gladly oblige."

He paused, then said, "The Dao Sect has a dedicated arena for martial arts competitions; why don't we head over there?"

Lan He nodded slightly: "That suits me perfectly."

The group immediately set off, heading towards the Dao Sect's arena.

As they set off, many disciples had already quietly gathered around to watch. Seeing that Lan He was about to fight again, everyone perked up and followed him.

"Hurry, that newcomer is about to fight Aoba from the Earth Palace again!"

"Is that Lan He, the champion of a hundred dynasties? The one who challenged Senior Sister Xiaoxiao right after he started?"

"Qingye is the senior disciple of the Earth Palace! This is going to be interesting!"

"Let's go, let's go! We can't miss this excitement!"

In an instant, calls to friends and acquaintances rose and fell, and more and more people came from all directions, joining this vast procession and surging towards the arena.

The Dao Sect's martial arts arena is located in an open area between several giant peaks, where disciples often spar.

But a scene like today, where a newcomer who has just entered the sect challenges two senior disciples who are at the highest level, is a sight that is rarely seen in a century.

In no time, a dense crowd had gathered around the arena. From the foot of the mountain to the summit, from the stone steps to the treetops, everywhere was filled with figures peering out. All eyes were fixed on the figure in white, and whispers rose like a tide, making the entire arena buzz with excitement.

Further away from the arena, several young figures were gathered together.

The leader was an exceptionally muscular man, dressed in gray, with a taut face and an unsmiling expression. His thick arms appeared unusually long, like those of an ape, reaching down to his knees, exuding an astonishing sense of power.

This person is none other than Pang Tong, the senior disciple of the Desolate Palace.

Beside him stood a man of completely different build. This man was thin and wiry, with piercing eyes that occasionally flashed with a sharp light that was almost blinding. He was none other than Song Zhou, the second senior brother of the Desolate Hall.

"Senior Brother Pang Tong, who do you think will win this competition?" Song Zhou asked with a smile.

Pang Tong was silent for a moment, then said in a deep and resonant voice, "Although Qingye's cultivation is not weak, this boy is no ordinary person, as he was able to force Xiaoxiao to use the Heavenly Emperor Scripture."

He paused, then said, "However, the Earth Emperor Scripture excels in defense, and Qingye has cultivated it for many years, so his foundation is solid. This person's cultivation is still a notch below Qingye's. If Qingye can hold him off until his Yuan energy is exhausted, the outcome is still uncertain."

Song Zhou nodded, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "What Senior Brother said makes sense. In a defensive battle, dragging it out to the end often gives us the advantage."

On the other side, towards the direction of the Hong Palace, a composed young man stood with his hands behind his back. His gaze was fixed on Lan He, his eyes filled with scrutiny, his expression calm and revealing neither joy nor anger.

It was none other than Senior Brother Hong Dian, Mu Li.

"Senior Brother Muli, what do you think?" a Hongdian disciple asked quietly from the side.

Mu Li's gaze remained fixed on the white-clad figure in the arena. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Qing Ye's chances of winning this battle are slim."

The disciple was slightly taken aback: "But Senior Brother Pang Tong said that if Qingye could hold out until the opponent's Yuan energy was exhausted—"

Mu Li shook his head, his tone calm yet resolute: "A person who can force Xiao Xiao to use the Emperor's Scripture is not someone that can be defeated by ordinary attrition warfare. This person gives me the feeling that he is unfathomable."

He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "In this battle, Qingye probably won't last long."

On the arena, Qingye took a deep breath to suppress the unease in his heart.

Now that he's already here, there's no turning back. Besides, Huanhuan is watching from the sidelines; he's destined to lose this battle.

No.

"Junior Brother Lanhe, please enlighten me."

He formed hand seals, his inner energy surging and resonating strangely with the earth beneath his feet. Strands of earth-yellow light flowed into his body, and the Earth Emperor Scripture quietly began to circulate.

Clearly, Qingye was not underestimating his opponent. He immediately activated his strongest defensive martial art. As long as he could hold off Lanhe and wait for his sharp edge to subside, the outcome would be clear.

On the sidelines, Pang Tong nodded slightly: "Qingye has made a steady start, with the Earth Emperor Scripture protecting him. It won't be easy to break through his defenses."

Song Zhou squinted: "Let's see how Lan He handles it."

Lan He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the earthy yellow light surging around Qing Ye, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"The Earth Emperor Scripture's defenses are indeed as formidable as they claim. However—"

Before he finished speaking, a surge of powerful spiritual energy suddenly erupted from between his brows!

The fluctuation was so strong that it slightly distorted the surrounding air. Lan He raised his hand, his five fingers clenched, and a melodious yet eerie bell sound suddenly resounded throughout the entire venue!

clang!

Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell!

After breaking through to the Seven-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master level, this divine-level spiritual technique has entered the third level, which is also the highest realm: the Soul Suppressing Realm!

The bell's sound was formless and intangible, yet it directly affected the depths of Qingye's Niwan Palace. Qingye felt a sudden jolt in his mind, as if thousands of thunderclaps were exploding in his ears. The scene before his eyes blurred instantly, and he fell into a moment of disorientation.

"not good!"

On the sidelines, Mu Li's eyes narrowed. He could see clearly that although Qingye's defense was strong, his mental strength was his weakness.

In that instant, Lan He's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, and the next moment, he appeared directly in front of Qing Ye!

A punch was thrown!

On that fist, golden light and black light intertwined, and the power of devouring and the sharp sword intent of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture erupted simultaneously.

boom!

The newly formed deep yellow protective shield shattered instantly, and the force of the punch, undiminished, slammed into Qingye's chest.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the arena. Qingye spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground dozens of feet away, creating a long trench.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"One move?!"

"Senior Brother Qingye's defense was shattered by a single punch?"

Pang Tong's expression hardened, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had thought this would be a protracted battle, but he hadn't expected Lan He to break the deadlock with a mental attack, severely injuring Qing Ye in a single move!

Song Zhou murmured, "What a bizarre mental technique—what level of cultivation is this?"

On the sidelines, Ying Xiaoxiao's gaze sharpened slightly. She recalled her match with Lan He three days ago, when he hadn't used this move. Clearly, he had held back that day.

Aoba struggled to her feet, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with horror and resentment.

We cannot lose.

Especially in front of Huanhuan.

He gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. His hands suddenly formed a seal, his ten fingers tapping rapidly, crimson blood seeping from his fingertips, transforming into eerie blood-red runes that drifted away and disappeared into the earth.

"Junior Brother Lanhe, this is the strongest sealing technique of my Earthly Emperor Scripture!"

Aoba let out a low growl, "If you can handle this, I, Aoba, will be completely convinced!"

The earth trembled, and the frenzy intensified.

Rumble!

A dozen or so deep yellow mudslides mixed with scarlet burst forth from the ground, like lava erupting from a volcano, shooting into the sky. They intertwined and entwined in the sky, transforming into a dozen or so ferocious mud dragons, each tens of feet long, radiating terrifying waves that made one's heart tremble!

"The Earth Emperor Scripture - Earth Dragon Sealing God Seal!"

The green leaf hand seal suddenly froze, and the dozen or so earth dragons roared to the sky, charging fiercely towards the Blue River from all directions!

Lan He stood still, watching the overwhelming mud and rocks rushing towards him, his eyes showing no fear, but instead burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"Well done!"

He formed hand seals, his inner energy surged wildly, and the sharp sword intent of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the devouring power of the Devouring Creation Technique erupted simultaneously. Golden light and black light intertwined, forming a strange vortex around him.

Boom boom boom!

A dozen or so earth dragons collided violently, and a deep yellow light mixed with mud frantically condensed, instantly transforming into a huge deep yellow sphere that completely enveloped Blue River.

On the surface of the sphere, crimson light condensed into crimson runes, radiating an eerie power that continuously eroded everything inside the sphere, attempting to seal Lan He's elemental power.

Aoba gasped for breath, staring intently at the sphere.

This is his strongest sealing technique, using his own blood essence as a guide and mobilizing the power of the earth. Even someone at the Eighth Nirvana Realm would not be able to break free easily!

On the sidelines, everyone held their breath, waiting for the result.

"Is it sealed?" someone asked in a low voice.

Pang Tong frowned: "It's hard to say. That seal is indeed powerful, but that Lan He—"

Before he could finish speaking, the deep yellow sphere suddenly began to tremble violently!

Click—

A crack appeared on the surface of the sphere, and then more and more cracks appeared, densely covering the entire sphere!

boom!

The sphere exploded with a deafening roar, and golden and black light shot into the sky. Lan He emerged from it, his white robes fluttering, completely unharmed!

"This—how is this possible?!" Aoba's pupils shrank, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.

Lan He looked down at his hands, a slight smile playing on his lips: "The sealing technique of the Earth Emperor Scripture is indeed profound. However—"

He looked up at Qingye, his gaze calm as still water: "You're still a bit short of sealing me off."

Aoba opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she could no longer muster any strength.

He slumped to the ground, letting out a bitter laugh: "I lost."

The entire venue fell silent, then erupted in a deafening roar of surprise!

"We won again!"

"Senior Brother Lanhe is amazing!"

"Having only been a disciple for three days, he's already defeated two senior disciples from the Heavenly Palace and Earthly Palace in succession. What kind of monster is this?"

Cheers erupted, and countless gazes fell upon the white-clad figure, filled with astonishment and admiration. How many years had it been since a newly initiated disciple of the Dao Sect had defeated two senior disciples from different halls? This was truly historic!

Lan He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the surroundings. He slightly raised his lips, using his Yuan energy to project his voice clearly into everyone's ears: "I wonder if the two senior disciples of the Hong Palace and the Huang Palace are both present?"

In the crowd, Mu Li and Pang Tong exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Lan He continued, "I have long heard of the profound power of the Hongjing and the unparalleled mystery of the Great Desolation Scripture. Now that I have experienced the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Earthly Emperor Scripture, I would like to ask the two of you for your guidance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar once again!

"He's going to challenge Mu Li and Pang Tong? Challenge the three senior disciples of the Three Palaces in one day?"

"Are you crazy?"

"But—it's so exciting!"

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Mu Li and Pang Tong exchanged a wry smile and walked onto the arena together.

Pang Tong spoke first, his voice low and helpless: "Junior Brother Lanhe, to be honest, I have not comprehended the Great Desolation Scripture."

He paused, a hint of bitterness in his voice: "Since Senior Zhou Tong a hundred years ago, no one in my Desolate Hall has been able to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture. However, I have learned another unique skill of the Desolate Hall, the Desolate Force. I wonder if Junior Brother would be willing to teach me?"

Lan He smiled slightly: "Please."

Half an incense stick later, Mu Li collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his forehead. Although his Hong Jing Yuan power was profound, it was steadily defeated by Lan He's strange devouring power, and he was eventually blasted out of the battle circle by a punch.

Pang Tong lay on the other side, his arms hanging limply at his sides, a bitter smile on his face. Although his wild energy was domineering, it was completely rendered useless by the sharpness of the Blue River Emperor Scripture and the strange interplay of the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique.

The two exchanged a glance and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes: How exactly did this kid cultivate?

A brief silence fell over the entire room.

The next moment, a deafening roar of cheers erupted!

"Blue River! Blue River! Blue River!"

"Four victories in a row! In just three days since entering the sect, I've defeated four senior disciples from the four halls!"

"A monster! He's a monster!"

Countless disciples, their faces flushed with excitement, waved their arms and shouted Lan He's name in unison. The shouts rose higher and higher, echoing throughout the entire arena and causing the mountains to tremble slightly.

This day is destined to be recorded in the annals of Taoism.