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After tidying up briefly, Lan He followed his maid Xin Li to the front hall.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw a middle-aged man with a dignified demeanor, wearing a brocade robe with dragon patterns, sitting in the main seat. He was none other than his uncle, Lan Feng, the current emperor of the Immortal Dynasty.

Lan Ying stood to the side, and when she saw Lan He enter, she gave him a wink, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Upon seeing Lan He arrive, Lan Feng nodded slightly, indicating that he should dispense with the formalities, and went straight to the point: "He'er, is your father still in seclusion?"

"Yes, Uncle," Lan He replied respectfully.

Lan Feng nodded, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, and pondered, "Elder Mo Yun of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace... arrived yesterday?"

"Yes, they were settled in Tingxuexuan yesterday."

Lan Feng gave a wry smile and sighed, "This morning, Lan Ying and I went to pay our respects, but we were turned away. Elder Mo Yun only sent a maid to tell us that he was tired from his journey and needed to meditate for a few days, and that he would not see any guests."

He looked at Lan He, his eyes filled with inquiry and a complex, indescribable look: "As for you, I heard you were quite favored by her during yesterday's reception. Not only were you not reprimanded, but you also secured quite a few more spots for my Immortal Dynasty?"

Lan Ying, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but speak up, her tone a mix of curiosity and complaint: "Yeah, tell me quickly, how exactly did you manage to make that cold-faced elder happy yesterday? I didn't even get to see my father."

Upon hearing this, Lan He pondered for a moment, then carefully recounted the bits and pieces of information he had gleaned from Lan Zhong, along with his own responses from the previous day, selecting only the parts he could recount.

After listening, Lan Feng remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed deeply, gazing at the distant sky outside the hall, as if lost in some kind of memory.

"The matter between your father and Elder Moyun... is a long story."

His voice lowered slightly, "Actually, this is also an unwritten tradition of the royal family of my Immortal Dynasty."

Lan He and Lan Ying were both taken aback.

"Tradition?"

"good."

Lan Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at the two juniors before him, slowly saying, "Do you know how our Immortal Dynasty's founding ancestor broke through to the Life Profound Realm, thus gaining a foothold here and establishing the foundation of this super dynasty?"

Before the two could answer, he continued, "Our ancestor was exceptionally talented, but he was stuck at the peak of the Nirvana Realm for many years and could not make any progress. Later, by chance, he met an elder of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace and received his wholehearted help."

"Not only did I receive guidance on valuable resources, but I also successfully passed through the Life Profound Realm under his protection... That elder later became the first princess of my Lan Clan from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace."

Lan He's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed what it was.

Lan Feng smiled, a smile that held both pride and a touch of emotion: "Since then, the relationship between my Immortal Dynasty and the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace has become increasingly close."

"Throughout history, any outstanding member of the royal family has often formed a bond with a distinguished female disciple of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. This is not forced, but rather a tacit understanding."

"The Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace can use this to firmly bind itself to a powerful vassal dynasty, and my Lan clan can continue to receive the resources and intangible protection from the superior sect."

He looked at Lan He and said meaningfully, "Your father, Lan Zhan, was once hailed as the most talented person in the royal family in a hundred years, and naturally, he was also highly regarded. In his early years, he entered the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace to cultivate, where he met and fell in love with Elder Mo Yun, who was already a leading figure in the palace at the time. They even got engaged. In everyone's eyes, it was a natural progression and a perfect match."

Before Lan He could reply, Lan Ying, who was listening intently, couldn't help but ask, "And then what happened? Why did Second Uncle...?"

Lan Feng shook his head and sighed, "Later, when my second brother was out training, he met He'er's mother. I don't know the specifics, but I do know that my second brother was convinced that she was the love of his life and insisted on breaking off the engagement."

"At the time, none of our attempts to persuade him were of any use. He even went so far as to break with the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, and the Palace Master stripped him of his cultivation to atone for his crime and expelled him from the palace... This incident shocked both sides back then, and Elder Moyun even went into seclusion for many years because of it, and a deep-seated resentment took root in his heart."

He paused, his gaze towards Lan He carrying a hint of sympathy and a reminder: "Therefore, it's perfectly normal for Elder Mo Yun to harbor resentment towards your father, and even towards you. Her tolerance towards you is even beyond my expectations."

Lan He remained silent. He finally understood the source of Elder Mo Yun's complex gaze yesterday, and also understood why his father had specifically instructed him not to talk back.

This is not just a past relationship, but also involves the long-standing tacit understanding between the two forces.

"So, Elder Mo Yun is here in person and will be staying at the manor for the time being..." Lan He asked cautiously.

Lan Feng's expression turned serious, and he said, "This is precisely why I've come to see you. While the increase in the number of slots for the Hundred Dynasties War is undoubtedly great news, Elder Mo Yun's attitude is even more crucial."

"Her willingness to stay is an excellent opportunity. If she can reconcile with your father, it will also be of considerable benefit to the royal family of our Immortal Dynasty."

"He'er, you must do your best to mediate and prevent her from harboring any further resentment. If we can seize this opportunity to revive this tradition, it will greatly benefit the future of our Immortal Dynasty."

He patted Lan He on the shoulder, his tone solemn: "Your father is in seclusion, and I'm afraid he's also facing the awkwardness of not being able to see you. Now, this burden temporarily falls on your shoulders. You are quick-witted and handled things appropriately yesterday, so I am very relieved. If you need any resources or support, just ask."

Lan He's mind raced, but he calmly replied, "I understand, and I will do my best."

Lan Feng nodded in satisfaction, then gave Lan He a few more instructions on the preparations for the Hundred Dynasties War before getting up and leaving.

Lan Ying lagged a step behind, leaned closer to Lan He, and whispered, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be so capable. But... is that Senior Sister Ling Qingzhu really as beautiful as the rumors say?"

Lan He glanced at her, the image of that aloof, moon-like figure flashing through his mind, and nodded: "Mm."

Lan Ying snorted but didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and followed her father out.

After seeing the two off, Lan He stood alone in the hall, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs.

His uncle's words echoed in his mind, "to continue the tradition"... Could it be that the family hoped that he would follow a similar path in the future and marry into the Jiutian Taiqing Palace?

He recalled the fleeting glimpse of the girl in the white dress yesterday, and then the roar of his future self, filled with resentment and ambition, from within the urn—"So powerful that the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace... begs you to marry their Ling Qingzhu in style!"

"Traditional..." he muttered to himself.

……

In the days that followed, Lanhe's life became exceptionally regular.

During the day, he still appeared in public as usual, occasionally socializing, and every few days Lan Ying would even drag him away to "check" his cultivation progress.

However, his hidden cultivation level remained at the Great Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm, and he did not reveal any further details.

True spiritual practice takes place in the still of the night, in a quiet room with a simple isolation array.

The power of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol was even greater than he had imagined. With the help of the Ancestral Symbol's almost predatory devouring power, a massive amount of Nirvana Pills were transformed into pure energy, propelling his cultivation to advance rapidly.

In less than half a month, the barrier that had blocked countless geniuses from reaching the Qi Creation Realm was suddenly breached by the impact of the powerful force.

He did not stop, but continued to consolidate and accumulate, his aura becoming stronger and more profound day by day.

As for Elder Moyun, who was temporarily residing in Tingxuexuan, she lived a secluded life, as she had said. Apart from her daily morning breathing exercises that caused strange phenomena in the sky above the West Garden of the Prince's Mansion, she rarely saw outsiders.

Ling Qingzhu was nowhere to be found, as if she had completely blended into that quiet courtyard. Only the occasional wisp of extremely faint and cold sword energy indicated her presence.

This calmness, however, subtly revealed a sense of oppression.

Everyone in the Prince's mansion, from Lan Zhong to ordinary servants, unconsciously slowed their pace when passing near Tingxue Pavilion, as if some sleeping beast lurked inside.

Lan He knew in his heart that this peace was maintained until his father came out of seclusion.

……

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

At dusk that day, Lan He was sitting quietly by the rockery in his courtyard, adjusting his breathing, feeling the powerful Yuan energy within him, which had already reached the minor completion of the Qi Creation Realm, flowing endlessly through his meridians.

The Devouring Ancestral Symbol floated silently in the Niwan Palace, emitting a deep, mysterious light that subtly echoed his breathing.

Sudden--

"Blue Warrior! Get out here right now!"

A clear shout, like a thunderclap, instantly resounded throughout the entire War King's Mansion, and even half of the imperial city!

The voice was cold and contained a long-suppressed anger; it was Elder Mo Yun!

Lan He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a moon-white streak of light rise from Tingxue Pavilion and hover above the Prince's Mansion.

Elder Mo Yun stood in mid-air, his moon-white robe fluttering without wind, releasing the vast and boundless pressure of a Shengxuan Realm expert without reservation, enveloping all directions.

The clouds in the sky seemed to freeze, the flowers, plants and trees in the palace trembled, and many guards and servants with lower cultivation levels turned pale and could barely stand.

"Having hidden for half a month, isn't that enough? If you don't come out today, I'll tear down this War King's Mansion!"

Her voice carried a patience worn thin by a long wait, and a deeper resentment.

Chaos erupted throughout the Prince's residence. Lan Feng and Lan Ying arrived almost simultaneously from the direction of the palace, landing in the front courtyard, their faces grave as they gazed at the figure in the air.

"Elder Mo Yun, please calm down! My second brother is indeed in seclusion..." Lan Feng said loudly, trying to appease him.

"Seclusion?"

Elder Mo Yun sneered, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like lightning. "I think he's too guilty to face anyone! Today, I'll personally invite him out!"

Before she finished speaking, she lightly raised her hand and pressed it towards the secret chamber deep within the palace where Lan Zhan was in seclusion.

hum!

The primordial energy between heaven and earth was instantly drawn in, transforming into a crystal-clear jade hand that blotted out the sky. The palm had clear lines and contained a chilling aura that could freeze the soul and a tremendous force capable of shattering mountains. It slammed down fiercely towards the location of the secret chamber!

If this palm strike lands solidly, not only the secret chamber, but probably half of the royal palace will be reduced to dust!

"No!"

Lan Feng's expression changed drastically, and the aura of a peak Nirvana Realm cultivator erupted as he prepared to intervene. However, he knew in his heart that the gap between himself and the Life Profound Realm cultivator was something that courage alone could not bridge.

At this critical moment—

"well……"

A long sigh, seemingly piercing through space, came from the depths of that secret chamber.

The sigh, though lacking in power, strangely calmed the restless energy in the air, causing the descending, crystalline hand to pause slightly.

Immediately following, a wave of vitality, equally powerful yet more composed and restrained, erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening!

boom!

The roof of the palace where the secret chamber was located exploded open, and a slightly thin but straight blue figure, surrounded by a mysterious aura of endless life, slowly stepped into the air and ascended.

With each step he took, his aura became more solid. By the time he faced Elder Mo Yun from afar, the power unique to a Sheng Xuan Realm expert had become completely stable. Although it was not as sharp and cold as Elder Mo Yun's, it was not to be underestimated.

It was Lan Zhan, who had been in seclusion for more than half a month!

He looked to be around forty years old, with a face that resembled Lan He's by five or six points, but appeared more mature and resolute. He had a short beard on his chin and deep eyes. At this moment, looking at Mo Yun, whose face was covered with frost, he had a look of helplessness and complicated apology on his face.

"Junior Sister Yun, it's been so many years, and your temper... is still as impatient as ever."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Elder Mo Yun looked at him, at the person she had hated for many years, or perhaps longed for for many years, at the stable Life Profound Realm fluctuations around him, her eyes trembled violently, and the cold mask finally shattered completely, revealing the surging emotions beneath.

"Blue War...you've finally come up with something!"

Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "What you owe me, it's time to settle the score today!"

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