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Although Lan He spoke softly, those present, with their varying levels of cultivation, naturally heard him clearly.

The girl in the plain dress standing behind the elder moved her face-covering veil slightly, as if she had furrowed her brow in a very subtle way.

But he didn't say anything, and his aloofness and detachment were naturally revealed.

Clearly, in her eyes, this nobleman of the dynasty before her was perhaps no different in essence from those young talents who had tried to attract her attention in the past.

However, the woman in the moon-white robe sitting at the head of the table suddenly turned pale.

A chilling pressure, like a tangible cold wave, quietly permeated the entire front hall. The temperature inside seemed to drop several degrees, and Lan Zhong, who stood to the side, instantly broke out in a fine sweat, yet dared not make the slightest movement.

"snort."

A cold snort, not loud, but containing the will of a Life Profound Realm expert, made Lan He's ears ring slightly.

The elder from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace pierced Lan He with his sharp gaze, his voice carrying undisguised coldness and a hint of barely perceptible disdain:

"Flirtatious and reckless, you lose your mind at the sight of a woman and utter nonsense... This behavior is exactly like your father back then!"

She paused, as if recalling some unpleasant past events, and her tone grew colder:

"It seems the Immortal Dynasty's upbringing hasn't improved much over the years. Is this how Lan Zhan raised his son? Instead of keeping to his proper place when people from the upper sect arrive, he behaves rudely. Truly disappointing!"

Every word was like a knife, showing no mercy.

Lan He felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the elder was not joking, but was genuinely angry, and that this anger seemed to be mixed with dissatisfaction with his father.

He immediately composed himself, completely suppressing the slight ripples of amazement he had just experienced, and displayed just the right amount of respect and apology on his face, bowing deeply once more:

"Elder, please calm down. It was my rudeness and lack of self-control that led me to be so captivated by this senior sister's beauty. I beg your forgiveness, Elder and Senior Sister."

He adopted an extremely humble attitude, readily admitted his mistake, and took full responsibility upon himself. He neither offered any explanation nor tried to shift the blame to others, which made him appear open and sincere.

Seeing that he admitted his mistake quickly and his attitude was quite proper, the elder's expression softened slightly, but the coldness in his eyes did not completely disappear.

She stopped looking at Lan He and turned to the silent girl in the white dress beside her. Her tone softened slightly, but it still carried a condescending indifference:

"Qingzhu, this is Lanhe, the son of the War King of the Immortal Dynasty. With the Great War of the Hundred Dynasties imminent, since you have come down the mountain with me for training, you can also learn a little about what is happening here."

Only then did the girl named Qingzhu slightly raise her eyes and look at Lanhe again.

Her gaze remained calm and unwavering, as if the earlier incident had never occurred. She parted her lips slightly, her voice like the gentle tapping of jade, clear and melodious, yet devoid of any warmth.

"Ling Qingzhu greets Young Master Lanhe."

It was just a simple greeting, nothing more.

Clearly, she didn't take Lan He's praise or apology to heart. To her, it was probably just a trivial little episode that she would forget in the blink of an eye.

Upon hearing this, Lan He's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately realized the identity of the person in front of him.

Ling Qingzhu of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace is the only personal disciple of the Palace Master of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. She is hailed as one of the most outstanding young people in the Eastern Xuan Region, and her talent and appearance are legendary.

No wonder she has such a unique aura, so aloof and unapproachable, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs. My praise just now, to her ears, was probably seen as that of a lecherous man, just like the countless other mediocre suitors who pursued her.

Just then, Lan Zhong, who was standing to the side, suddenly took a small step forward and whispered to Lan He, "Young Master, this Elder Mo Yun... had some old friendship with Master in the past, but it seems that they had some disagreements later, and their relationship is... quite complicated."

"Before the master went into seclusion, he specifically instructed that if this person comes, you must be extremely courteous and not talk back to him."

Old friendship? Conflict?

Lan He's mind raced, and he instantly understood where Elder Mo Yun's earlier harsh rebuke came from.

It seems that it's not just disapproval of his own frivolity, but also resentment stemming from old grudges against his father. This situation is more complicated than I imagined.

As he was pondering this, Elder Mo Yun, who was at the head of the table, spoke again, his tone still cold and scrutinizing:

"Lan He, where is your father, Lan Zhan? The matter of a spot in the Hundred Dynasties War is of utmost importance. Since he is fighting for the Immortal Dynasty, why doesn't he show himself and instead sends a mere child to entertain guests? Is it because he feels ashamed to face this elder?"

This statement was quite impolite and revealed an undisguised dissatisfaction.

Lan He took a deep breath, his expression becoming even more respectful, and replied calmly, "Reporting to the elder, my father did not mean to be negligent. He has recently had a breakthrough opportunity and is currently in seclusion in the manor, focusing all his efforts on breaking through to the Life Profound Realm. He truly cannot spare the time to come."

"Before going into seclusion, my father repeatedly instructed me that if any elders from the upper sect came, especially Elder Mo Yun, I must treat them with the utmost respect and not be negligent. Although I am young and inexperienced, I know that this matter is of great importance, so I have taken the liberty of receiving them on his behalf. If there is anything inappropriate, I will bear the consequences and ask the elder to forgive me."

"Breaking through to the Life Profound Realm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a subtle ripple flashed across Elder Mo Yun's eyes, as if there was surprise, or perhaps some other complex emotion, but it was quickly covered by coldness.

She gave a soft hum, neither confirming nor denying, but her gaze fell on Lan He again.

"Very well. Since that's the case, I won't make things difficult for you. However, did your father really mention me?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He was slightly taken aback. When he looked at Elder Mo Yun again, he saw a hint of anticipation flash in his eyes.

Looking at Lan Zhong beside him, he saw that Lan Zhong had his eyebrows slightly lowered and dared not utter a word.

Recalling her father's reputation for being a womanizer in the Immortal Dynasty, she felt a knot in her heart and suddenly understood something.

"Damn it, it's that old bastard's womanizing again. Damn it, I always have to deal with it. No wonder he said he was going into seclusion. Seclusion my ass, he's probably just too embarrassed to see his old flame..."

Lan He cursed inwardly, but his expression became even more respectful as he addressed Elder Mo Yun, who looked expectant, saying, "Of course, Father has mentioned you quite a bit lately, Elder..."

"...I miss him dearly and often lament the cruel twists of fate. It has been many years since I parted from the elder, and I feel deep regret in my heart."

Lan He spoke sincerely, his gaze meeting Elder Mo Yun's expectant eyes with an open expression.

His mind raced. His father, Lan Zhan, was known throughout the Immortal Dynasty for his reputation as someone who "passed through a sea of ​​flowers without a single petal clinging to him."

Having traveled extensively in his early years, he must have accumulated countless romantic entanglements. Elder Mo Yun, with his profound cultivation and aloof demeanor, is also so concerned about his father's past affairs, so he is most likely one of them.

Judging from this situation, it was probably not just a casual fling, otherwise he wouldn't still be holding a grudge after so many years, and even take it out on himself.

Upon hearing this, Elder Mo Yun's stern face seemed to soften slightly. She remained silent for a moment before whispering, "Regret...would he also feel regret?"

Her tone carried a hint of barely perceptible resentment, which was somewhat incongruous with her status as a powerful cultivator in the Life Profound Realm, yet it also revealed a rare touch of girlishness.

Lan He pressed his advantage, bowing respectfully and saying, "Although Father rarely mentions the past, I have occasionally seen him alone, gazing intently at the direction of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace on the map of the Eastern Xuan Region. Upon learning that the Elder might be coming in person, he specifically instructed me... to convey his regards to the Elder."

These words were half true and half false. Lan Zhan would indeed occasionally look at the map and ponder, but Lan He had no way of knowing what he was thinking.

However, if this elder truly still harbors feelings for his father, he would likely fill in the blanks in his mind.

Upon hearing this, Elder Mo Yun's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately said, "That's right, you little fellow are different from that lecher Lan Zhan. Let's set the number of participants for your Immortal Dynasty in the Hundred Dynasties War at one hundred."

She paused slightly, her tone as usual yet leaving no room for argument: "Since Lan Zhan is still in seclusion, I will temporarily reside in your Zhan Wang Mansion. When he emerges from seclusion, remember to have him come to see me."

Upon hearing this, Lan He's eyes widened, and he almost blurted out "Holy crap!"

Oh no, this has backfired...

The Hundred Dynasties War takes place every twenty years, involving countless dynasties, and the number of slots is always extremely limited. Securing one hundred slots is already the limit that a super sect like the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace can grant, which is an immensely good thing.

Compared to the fact that this elder is going to live in the War King's Mansion, this quota is simply insignificant.

"Old man, please don't blame me. I really tried my best... I hope he can hold on."

Lan He thought to himself, but his face remained impassive as he respectfully said, "Since the Elder is willing to condescend to stay temporarily, it is indeed an honor for the War King's Mansion. Lan Zhong, quickly prepare the best guest room in the manor for the Elder and Senior Sister Ling, and make sure the arrangements are thorough and without the slightest negligence!"

Lan Zhong reacted quickly and immediately agreed, saying solemnly, "Yes, young master! This old servant will make the arrangements right away. I will clean up the 'Listening Snow Pavilion' in the manor and furnish it with the highest standards. I will make sure that the elder and Fairy Ling are not wronged."

Elder Mo Yun nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Ling Qingzhu, who had been standing quietly to the side as if she were detached from the matter. His tone softened slightly: "Qingzhu, what do you think? We'll stay here for a few days, so you can get familiar with the customs and culture of the Immortal Dynasty. Since your master asked me to take you out to train and see the sights and sounds of different places, it's always a good thing."

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu nodded slightly, her cool gaze sweeping across the hall before pausing briefly on Lan He before moving away again, her voice remaining calm and unwavering: "It's all up to Uncle-Master's arrangements."

For her, it didn't matter where she lived; it was just a temporary resting place on her spiritual journey.

Having received the order, Lan Zhong immediately bowed and led the way: "Elder, Fairy Ling, please follow this old servant. Tingxue Pavilion is located in the West Garden of the mansion, the most secluded environment, and the vital energy is quite abundant, which is just right for the two of you to cultivate in peace."

Elder Mo Yun said no more and stood up first. Ling Qingzhu followed silently behind him with light, graceful steps. The two of them, along with Lan Zhong, quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor leading from the front hall to the inner courtyard.

Only when the two figures were completely out of sight and the faint chill and oppressive aura that had permeated the hall gradually dissipated did Lan He exhale a long, silent breath, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

"At least we've managed to get through this for now... Old man, the debt of gratitude you owe me is now stuck in my hands."

He rubbed his stiff temples, muttering to himself with a sense of helplessness.

One hundred spots are certainly a huge benefit, but Elder Mo Yun is clearly after my father. With this "creditor" living in the house, who knows what will happen when my father comes out of seclusion?

He shook his head, deciding to temporarily set aside the troubling future, and turned to walk towards his courtyard. He needed to calm down and process what had happened today.

However, just as he turned around—

Ding!

A crisp sound suddenly echoed in his mind.

[The will has been opened.]

[Last Will and Testament: With you as the anchor, countless possibilities for the future will unfold.]

Please check your will and urn, and keep your belongings safe.

"No... I'm going to die in the future?"

Lan He couldn't hold back for a moment and blurted it out.

Before he finished speaking, a blue light flashed in his mind, and an ancient wooden urn quietly appeared.

"By the time you hear these words, I will already be dead. What follows... will probably all be my last words."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice softly rang out. Lan He's heart skipped a beat, and he saw a phantom spirit slowly floating above the urn in his mind.

The spirit's appearance bore a striking resemblance to him, about seven or eight parts, but it appeared older, like an adult version of himself. Its features were etched with the marks of time, and it wore a moon-white robe with two large characters clearly embroidered on the lapel—

Taiqing.

People from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace!

"You are... me after I died? And you even joined the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace?"

"Yes, don't join the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace... otherwise, you will die..."

The spirit said with a helpless expression.

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