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

"Okay!"

Lan He looked at the longsword stuck at his feet and a smile appeared on his lips. With a flick of his sleeve, the longsword, along with the hundred longswords floating around him, flew up and transformed into streaks of light, all of which were stored in his Qiankun bag.

After two months of arduous training, his immortal sword technique has already achieved a minor level of mastery.

According to our ancestors, the realms of Immortal Sword Technique are not complicated; there are three levels:

At the beginner level, one can wield ten longswords; at the intermediate level, one can wield one hundred; and at the advanced level, one can wield one thousand.

It should be understood that ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators have limited Yuan Power, and can only activate four or five Earth-rank spiritual treasures at most at the same time. However, after practicing the Immortal Sword Technique, he communicates with the spiritual sword through sword intent, which consumes almost no Yuan Power.

Even if a hundred swords were drawn simultaneously, it would only take a thought to do so.

In battles against cultivators of the same level, this is a significant advantage. The simultaneous impact of a hundred spiritual treasure swords alone would be enough to turn ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators into sieves, not to mention that they can also fight individually, advance separately and attack together, forming a sword formation to annihilate each other.

The only downside is that it costs a lot of money.

Lan He thought to himself, to master the Immortal Sword Technique, one needs a thousand longswords, which is...

He silently did some mental calculations, then his lips twitched.

A Nirvana Pill worth billions.

Such a massive number, let alone fighting an enemy, made his heart ache just thinking about it. However, if he could truly gather a thousand spirit-treasure swords, the power of this Immortal Sword Technique would probably be enough to kill even a cultivator in the Life Profound Realm, and would be enough for a peak Nirvana Realm cultivator to defeat an upper-level cultivator.

Unfortunately, our ancestors were too stingy and wouldn't let us take more.

Lan He sighed inwardly and didn't think about it anymore. A hundred is fine, as long as it's enough.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and solemnly bowed towards the direction of the Sword Tomb:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will now take my leave."

There was a moment of silence inside the tomb before the ancestor's impatient voice could be heard:

"Get out of here, get out of here, practice properly, and don't embarrass me."

Lan He smiled, turned and left, his white robes disappearing into the mist.

……

Inside the Sword Tomb, the ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the vanished figure with a complex expression.

After a while, he finally looked away and glanced at Qingfeng, who was still concentrating with his eyes closed.

This young man is calm and composed, neither arrogant nor impatient. He has been making steady progress over the past two months. Although his progress is not as good as that monster Lan He's, he has been taking solid steps one by one.

At this moment, fifteen longswords were floating around Qingfeng, their blades trembling slightly and emitting clear, melodious sword sounds.

The old ancestor nodded slightly, his tone much gentler than when he spoke to Lan He:

"Not bad, from ten to fifteen in two months, steady progress, solid foundation. Keep it up."

Qingfeng opened his eyes, nodded, and continued to immerse himself in cultivation without saying anything more.

Inside the Sword Tomb, the continuous sound of swords echoed once again.

……

Not long after, Lan He returned to the War King's Mansion.

As soon as he stepped into the mansion, Xinli was already waiting there. Seeing his travel-worn appearance, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes, but she didn't ask any questions. She simply called out "Young Master" softly and led him towards the inner courtyard.

Hot water had already been prepared in the bath, with several calming and soothing herbs floating on the surface, and steam rising from it. Lan He soaked in the pool, closing his eyes to rest, and the fatigue that had accumulated in the Sword Tomb over the past two months gradually melted away, and his whole body relaxed.

Xinli knelt by the pool, gently wiping the sword marks on his shoulders and back. Although the wounds had healed, faint white marks remained.

"Young Master has suffered," she said softly.

Lan He opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Suffering? That's an opportunity. Others would love to ask for it but can't."

"Do you know that your young master earned hundreds of millions of Nirvana Pills in the two months he was away?"

Xinli lowered her eyes and did not reply, but her movements became even gentler.

……

After bathing and changing clothes, Lan He put on a clean, moon-white brocade robe and went straight to his father's study.

Lan Zhan was looking through something on his desk when he saw him push the door open and enter. He glanced at him, then nodded slightly.

"You look good. How's the harvest from the Sword Tomb?"

Lan He sat down opposite his father, a hint of smugness in his expression:

"I have mastered the basics of the Immortal Sword Technique and can now wield a hundred longswords."

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan paused in his actions.

He looked up at his son, a flicker of surprise in his eyes that quickly turned into a relieved smile:

"Good, very good." He put down the dossier in his hand, his tone tinged with emotion. "A minor mastery of the Immortal Sword Technique would be considered top-tier even among the greatest geniuses of the Immortal Dynasty. The Ancestor must have scolded you quite a bit, right?"

Lan He touched his nose and chuckled awkwardly, "I did scold him, but I didn't skimp on the gifts."

Lan Zhan smiled, didn't press for details, and simply nodded:

"There's still a year until the Hundred Dynasties War. What are your plans for this final year?"

Lan He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "My son plans to break through his cultivation level first."

He paused, then continued, "Now I have the Formless Sword Body for body refinement, the Immortal Sword Technique for Yuan Power martial arts, and the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell for mental techniques. These three methods are almost perfected, but my cultivation level is still stuck at the Second Nirvana Realm. If I can advance my cultivation level one more step, I will have more confidence when I enter the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield."

After listening, Lan Zhan's eyes flashed with approval.

"Clear thinking, very good."

He stood up, took three Qiankun bags from the bookshelf, and handed them to Lan He, his tone casual yet confident:

"Here are thirty million Nirvana Pills. Take them and use them first. Let me know if you need more."

He paused, then smiled:

"Although my breakthrough to the Life Profound Realm consumed a lot of our War King's Mansion's resources, it's still more than enough to support you, a Nirvana Realm cultivator."

Lan He accepted the three Qiankun bags, put them into his robes, and bowed solemnly to his father: "Thank you, Father. I will now go into seclusion."

Lan Zhan waved his hand: "Go. Focus on your cultivation, don't worry about things outside."

Lan He turned and left, his steps steady.

……

In the backyard of the War King's Mansion, the stone door to the cultivation room slowly closed, isolating it from all the noise of the outside world.

Lan He sat cross-legged and opened all three Qiankun bags. The rich Yuan Qi instantly filled the entire secret room, almost solidifying into a tangible form. With each breath, one could feel the pure energy seeping into every part of his body.

He didn't rush to start, but instead closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, focusing his mind on his dantian, carefully sensing the flow of the abundant yet still potentially improving Yuan energy within his body.

The next goal is to reach the Tri-Realm of Nirvana.

In the cultivation of the Nirvana Realm, the Three Elements and the Seven Elements are two recognized major hurdles.

The breakthroughs in the first two stages are the simplest; one only needs to temper the golden body with the fire of Nirvana, and with enough accumulation, success will come naturally. However, upon reaching the third stage, the Nirvana Tribulation undergoes a qualitative change, transforming into the even more terrifying Nirvana Demon Flame.

Nirvana Demon Flame, though also formed from Nirvana energy, is entirely different from ordinary Nirvana fire, possessing an extremely strange melting power. Under the influence of such flames, even a powerful Nirvana golden body will be melted bit by bit until it turns into a pool of blood.

As for the Seventh Nirvana Realm, that is another insurmountable barrier. That step requires transforming the Nirvana Qi within the body into Primordial Spirit Qi, beginning preparations for breaking through to the Life Profound Realm. Without opportunity or talent, 99% of Nirvana cultivators will be stuck at this step, unable to make any further progress in their entire lives.

The Three Elements and the Seven Elements, one for cultivating the body and the other for cultivating the spirit, are both the most perilous hurdles on the path to Nirvana.

Lan He opened his eyes, his gaze calm as still water.

For ordinary cultivators, being able to survive one Nirvana Tribulation in a year is already considered the mark of a genius.

But he was different; with the Devouring Ancestral Symbol on his body, ordinary Nirvana Demon Flames posed no threat to him whatsoever. Given enough time and resources, there were virtually no real barriers before reaching the Seventh Yuan Nirvana Realm.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and waved it, and the mountain of Nirvana Pills instantly transformed into streams of light, surrounding his body.

"Let's begin."

Lan He closed his eyes and began to circulate his internal energy.

A surge of immense Nirvana energy flooded his body like a tidal wave, and under his precise guidance, it slowly surged toward the bottleneck that he had not yet broken through.

Inside the cultivation room, the vital energy surged like a sea.

The white-robed figure sitting cross-legged remained motionless like a rock, with only his aura gradually increasing.