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

Before an ancient yet magnificent palace in the imperial city of the Great Yan Dynasty.

The entire palace is built of dark gray megaliths, with a rugged and heavy style, which is completely different from the gorgeous buildings in the imperial city.

There were not many guards outside the hall; only the faint, powerful fluctuations of an array in the air highlighted the importance of this place.

This is the only teleportation array controlled by the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty that can perform long-distance teleportation.

Huangpu Jing led Lanhe and Ling Qingzhu through the palace gate. The palace was extremely spacious, with a huge array of complex runes engraved on the ground, which was emitting a faint but stable spatial fluctuation light.

In the center of the formation, tens of thousands of Nirvana Pills, required for activation, have already been placed.

However, the palace was not only filled with royal cultivators who were responsible for controlling the formation.

Besides Emperor Mo Jingtian of the Great Yan Dynasty, who was already waiting there in a dragon robe with black and white hair, there was also a burly middle-aged man with a domineering aura standing beside him.

This man had a rugged face, with piercing eyes that exuded an undisguised sharpness. Most striking were his bare, muscular arms, with bulging muscles and bronze skin.

Judging from the vast fluctuations emanating from his body, this person was indeed a genuine Nirvana Realm expert!

Upon seeing Lan He and his two companions arrive, the burly middle-aged man's gaze immediately locked onto Lan He. He then took a deep breath and forced a smile that seemed somewhat incongruous with his rugged appearance, one that carried a clear air of flattery.

"This must be Young Master Lanhe of the Immortal Dynasty, right?"

The middle-aged man's voice was loud, but his tone was extremely low, even tinged with a hint of caution.

This attitude caused a hint of surprise to flash in Huangpu Jing's eyes, and even Mo Jingtian's gaze flickered slightly.

"Who are you……"

Lan He looked at the middle-aged man who had come close to him with a puzzled expression.

"I am Wang Lei, the patriarch of the Wang clan, and the biological father of Wang Yan's unfilial son."

Wang Lei smiled somewhat awkwardly, then said in a low voice, "My son, Wang Yan, has been neglected since childhood and is arrogant and unruly. He dared to speak disrespectfully to Young Master Lanhe and Fairy Ling in the Ancient Tomb. He deserves to die!"

His face wore an expression of "deep grief," as if the one who had died was not his own son, but a scourge of the family: "This matter is entirely the fault of my son alone. My Wang clan has no complaints whatsoever, and dares not hold the slightest grudge against either of you!"

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite Qiankun bag from his bosom and presented it with both hands, his posture extremely humble: "My unfilial son has disturbed you two this time, and my Wang family is deeply apprehensive. This mere fifty thousand Nirvana Pills is just a small token of my apology. I earnestly hope that you, young master and fairy, will forgive him and not hold any grudges against the Wang family because of that worthless thing."

Fifty thousand Nirvana Pills! For a family like the Wang clan, a low-level dynasty, this was an enormous fortune that could cripple them, requiring countless years to accumulate.

But Wang Lei took it out without hesitation, as if afraid the other party wouldn't accept it.

A moment of silence fell over the hall. Huangpu Jing watched the scene with a complex expression, while Mo Jingtian remained calm, clearly having anticipated it.

This is the absolute difference brought about by strength and background.

As soon as Wang Yan died, Wang Lei immediately found him and asked him in detail about the background of Lan He and Ling Qingzhu.

When Wang Lei learned that Lan He was not only the son of the War King of the Immortal Dynasty, but also the Immortal Dynasty, one of the ten super dynasties in the Eastern Xuan Region, and that Ling Qingzhu was a true disciple of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

A super dynasty! The Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace!

Each of them was a colossus beyond the imagination of the Wang clan and even the entire Great Yan Dynasty. For Wang Yan to dare insult such beings was tantamount to courting death, and nearly brought annihilation upon his entire clan!

Having figured this out, Wang Lei no longer had any thought of revenge.

His grief and indignation turned into lingering fear and relief, relieved that the other side had only punished the ringleaders and had not yet targeted Wang's family. At this moment, his only thought was to quell the other side's anger at all costs, and to ensure that Wang's family would not be resented by such a powerful force.

Thus, the rather dramatic scene unfolded: a Nirvana Realm expert, the head of a clan, was actually showing a fawning smile to a young man in the Shaping Realm.

Lan He looked at Wang Lei, who was humbly offering the Qiankun bag with both hands, and then glanced at the heavy bag of Nirvana Pills. He understood.

His expression remained calm, showing neither smugness nor feigning refusal. He simply reached out and took the Qiankun bag, saying indifferently, "Since Clan Chief Wang is so understanding, let's leave it at that."

He didn't say much, but the words "That's enough" sounded like heavenly music to Wang Lei's ears, finally relieving his anxiety. He quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your magnanimity, young master!"

Ling Qingzhu remained silent throughout, her cold gaze sweeping over Wang Lei before shifting elsewhere, as if the matter at hand had nothing to do with her.

A potential crisis vanished in an almost absurd way due to the absolute disparity in strength and background.

Lan He casually put away the Qiankun bag and looked at Mo Jingtian: "Your Majesty, the teleportation array can be activated now."

Mo Jingtian nodded, signaling the cultivator beside the array to begin operating it. The complex runes within the hall lit up one by one, and vast spatial fluctuations began to converge.

Wang Lei respectfully stepped aside, standing with his head bowed, showing no arrogance whatsoever befitting a Nirvana Realm expert.

Only when Lan He and Ling Qingzhu's figures gradually blurred and disappeared in the light of the teleportation array did he slowly straighten up, exhale a long breath of stale air, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

Wang Lei raised his hand to wipe away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead. His tense nerves finally relaxed, and a look of relief appeared on his face. "My Wang clan has finally escaped a calamity..."

Mo Jingtian, who was standing to the side, watched all of this with a calm expression. He simply said, "It was indeed a wise move for Clan Chief Wang to act decisively and spare no expense to avoid disaster. The Immortal Dynasty and the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace are beyond our comprehension, much less something we can afford to provoke. Nephew Wang Yan... alas, it was all due to fate."

His tone carried a barely perceptible sigh, which was meant for Wang Lei, but also a reminder to himself.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lei's face showed even greater relief, and he was about to nod in agreement—

The calm air inside the hall suddenly rippled slightly without warning.

A figure of an old man dressed in a simple blue robe appeared silently not far from Wang Lei, as if slowly emerging from an ink painting.

The old man had a kind face and gentle eyes; he was none other than Lan Zhong, who had been ordered to secretly protect Lan He.

His appearance was completely unassuming, without even disturbing the array light flowing within the hall, yet it caused both Mo Jingtian and Wang Lei, two Nirvana Realm experts, to be shocked, their pupils suddenly contracting!

They hadn't even noticed how the other person had arrived! This person's cultivation level... was unfathomable!

Lan Zhong didn't look at Mo Jingtian; his gentle eyes calmly fell on Wang Lei, his face still bearing that harmless, kind smile. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Wang Lei's ears:

"Royal Patriarch."

Wang Lei froze, as if gripped by an invisible force, his breath catching in his throat. He quickly bowed, his voice trembling slightly, "Senior... Senior..."

"Young Master is kind-hearted and will not hold it against you."

Lan Zhong's voice was unhurried, still carrying a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "But there are some things that this old servant must ask on behalf of the master."

He paused, then slowly said, "My young master of the War King's Mansion, when you're out and about, do you have any matters to report to your esteemed clan? Does your clan... harbor any resentment?"

The words were simple and plain, yet they struck Wang Lei's heart like a heavy hammer!

His face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his back again. He hurriedly bowed deeply, almost incoherently, "I dare not! Absolutely not! This junior has only gratitude towards Young Master Lanhe, and absolutely no resentment whatsoever. The entire Wang family harbors no such intentions! Please, senior, see the truth! Please, Lord Zhan Wang, see the truth!"

He inwardly groaned, realizing that the War King had sent such a terrifying figure to secretly follow him all the way.

My earlier moment of relief had probably already been seen through. This wasn't an inquiry; it was clearly the sternest warning!

Looking at his fearful expression, Lan Zhong's smile remained unchanged as he nodded gently: "If that's the case, then so be it."

After saying that, he didn't look at Wang Lei again, but instead nodded slightly to Mo Jingtian, who had been silently watching, as a greeting.

Mo Jingtian immediately straightened his expression, cupped his hands in return, and lowered his posture considerably.

Lan Zhong did not linger. The figure in the blue robe faded away without warning, just as he had arrived, leaving no trace.

Inside the hall, only a deathly silence and Wang Lei's heavy, suppressed breathing remained.

After a long while, Wang Lei straightened his somewhat weak back and exchanged a glance with Mo Jingtian. Both of them saw deep fear and shock in each other's eyes.

The War King's Mansion of the Immortal Dynasty... even a mere old servant within its walls is so terrifying. Just how powerful must the true War King, Lan Zhan, be?

A super dynasty, truly terrifying!

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