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

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside the teleportation array deep within the War King's Mansion, the atmosphere was subtly tense. Lan He stood side by side with his father, Lan Zhan, behind them were Lan Zhong and other core members of the manor.

All eyes were drawn to the two figures beside the gradually glowing array, whose distinct auras were equally striking.

Elder Mo Yun was still dressed in a moon-white robe, his face as beautiful as if carved from ice and jade, but his brows and eyes were filled with an unyielding frost. When his gaze swept over Lan Zhan, the coldness seemed to intensify, carrying a hint of aloofness that kept people at a distance.

Standing half a step behind her was Ling Qingzhu.

Today, she is still wearing a light blue dress, her figure slender and her demeanor as aloof as bamboo.

The veil had been put back on, concealing her stunning beauty, revealing only a pair of clear and calm eyes.

She stood there quietly, seemingly detached from the surrounding hustle and bustle. Her gaze paused slightly as it swept across the Blue River, carrying a different meaning than before.

The teleportation array was ready, and spatial fluctuations began to ripple steadily.

"Elder Moyun, Fairy Qingzhu, have a safe journey."

Lan Zhan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and spoke in a loud voice with a polite smile on his face, but his eyes subtly avoided Elder Mo Yun's icy gaze.

He has been "in seclusion" these days, and his departure at this moment is out of necessity.

Elder Mo Yun's gaze lingered coldly on his face for a moment, his eyes seemingly capable of piercing the heart, carrying a complex emotion that had not yet completely dissipated.

She ultimately gave a barely audible snort, ignoring Lan Zhan's polite words, and said to Ling Qingzhu in a cold voice, "Qingzhu, let's go."

She was clearly still angry with Lan Zhan, and was unwilling to even maintain superficial politeness.

"Yes, Martial Uncle," Ling Qingzhu replied softly, taking small, graceful steps.

Just then, Lan Zhan subtly touched Lan He's arm beside him, while quickly giving him a wink.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: Hey kid, what are you standing there for? Go up and say something!

Lan He was taken aback by his father's sudden "assistance," feeling helpless. What should he say now?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially with Elder Mo Yun's icy gaze seemingly sweeping over them, it seemed inappropriate to say anything.

He was hesitating when he saw Lan Zhan, using his sleeve as cover, quickly stuff something cool to the touch into his hand.

It was a bracelet that was entirely pale silver, with a simple and elegant design and a subtle, understated luster.

At the same time, Lan Zhan urgently transmitted his voice: "Take it, find an opportunity to give it to that girl Ling. This 'Moonlight Spirit Bracelet' is a Heaven-rank defensive spiritual treasure. Once activated, it can automatically protect its owner and withstand several full-force attacks from a Nirvana Peak expert."

"Just say... just say it's a small gift from me, as an elder, to the junior of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, and that she must accept it."

A Heavenly-Rank Spiritual Treasure, and a rare defensive one at that!

Its value is simply immeasurable!

The old man really went all out this time, and the excuse he came up with was... both clumsy and direct.

Lan He held the spirit bracelet, which still carried the warmth of his father's body, and felt a tremor in his heart, but he also understood his father's intention.

Seeing that Ling Qingzhu had already turned around with Elder Mo Yun and was about to step into the range of the teleportation array, Lan He steeled his heart and didn't care about anything else.

He quickly took a few steps forward and stopped when he was still a few steps away from Ling Qingzhu.

"Miss Ling, please wait a moment."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the two people who were about to leave.

Ling Qingzhu paused, turning slightly to look at him. Behind her veil, her clear eyes held a hint of inquiry.

Elder Mo Yun also stopped, but did not turn around. However, Lan He could feel a cold gaze piercing him.

Lan He composed himself, met Ling Qingzhu's gaze, put on a natural smile, stepped forward, and handed over the "Moonlight Spirit Bracelet".

"My father heard that the young lady had come from afar and was caught off guard, so he did not prepare a suitable gift for her. He felt very guilty. This item is called the 'Moonlight Spirit Bracelet,' which has some self-defense capabilities. My father asked that you please accept it as a small token of my appreciation from an elder to a younger generation."

He paused, looked sincerely into Ling Qingzhu's eyes, and softened his voice: "Thank you for your guidance on swordsmanship in the manor these past few days. I am truly sorry to have troubled you."

"Instructions on swordsmanship?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and then two faint blushes involuntarily rose on her fair cheeks under the veil.

She immediately recalled the two contests in the bamboo forest, his frankness in admitting defeat and then "tricking" others, the warmth of his handing back the sword, and even more so, the unsettling phrase, "There are beautiful women in the world"...

She looked up at Lan He and saw that his eyes were clear and bright, with just the right amount of earnestness and... barely perceptible nervousness.

That tension, however, made her heart beat a little faster for no apparent reason.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze returning to the pale silver bracelet presented before her. The bracelet had an antique design and an understated luster; with her discerning eye, she could naturally tell that it was no ordinary object.

Such a valuable item should not be accepted by her under any circumstances.

But as the words of refusal reached her lips, looking into Lan He's expectant eyes, recalling the bits and pieces of the past few days, and the vague, budding affection deep within her heart that she herself hadn't quite discerned, the words of refusal became incredibly difficult to utter.

While she was hesitating, Elder Moyun, who had been facing away from them as if he were detached from the matter, was nearby.

But then he suddenly spoke softly, his voice still cool, but less sharp than before: "Since it was a gift from Senior War King, Qingzhu is a gift from an elder, and I cannot refuse it. Please accept it."

These words seemed to make a decision for Ling Qingzhu's hesitation.

With Elder Mo Yun's discerning eye, how could he not see the extraordinary nature of this bracelet?

Her speaking at this moment might be a tacit approval of Lan Zhan's past complex emotions, or perhaps... she sensed the unusual atmosphere between the two juniors and went with the flow.

Ling Qingzhu's heart trembled slightly. She looked at her martial uncle's back, then at Lan He, who was waiting quietly in front of her. She took a deep breath and finally reached out her slender, jade-like hand to gently accept the "Moonlight Spirit Bracelet".

"Thank you for your generous gift, Senior War King...and thank you, Young Master Lan."

Her voice remained clear and cool, yet it held a subtle gentleness that was less noticeable than usual. She didn't put it on immediately, but instead carefully held it in her hands, her fingertips brushing against the smooth, warm surface of the bracelet. A strange sense of security and warmth seemed to spread from her fingertips into her heart.

Seeing that she accepted the gift, Lan He felt a great weight lifted from his heart, and his smile became much more genuine: "You're too kind, young lady. Take care on your journey."

Ling Qingzhu nodded slightly and looked up at him again. That glance, through the light veil, seemed to contain many complex emotions: gratitude, shyness, and a trace of sorrow of parting that even she herself did not fully understand.

Without saying another word, she turned around and, along with Elder Mo Yun who had already stepped into the light of the teleportation array, disappeared into the increasingly intense spatial fluctuations.

Only when the light completely faded did Lanhe breathe a sigh of relief, feeling as if the coolness and tremor of the jade bracelet still lingered in his palm when it touched the beauty's fingertips.

Lan Zhan then came over, patted his son's shoulder forcefully, winked, and chuckled in a low voice, "Not bad, kid. Giving you pointers on swordsmanship? That's a better excuse than your old man's. I bet that Ling girl isn't entirely uninterested in you after all!"

"Giving away this Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure was definitely worth it! Absolutely worth it!"

"If I send her away today, who knows, she might just become my daughter-in-law from the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace someday! Hahaha!"

Lan He rolled his eyes at his father helplessly, but looking at the now empty teleportation array, a faint ripple of expectation and melancholy rose in his heart.

When we meet again, it will be during the Great War of the Hundred Dynasties, right?