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

After the meal, Lanhe returned to his courtyard.

Xinli had been waiting for a long time. When she saw him approaching, she bowed slightly and said softly, "Young Master, Miss Yinyin has broken through to the Yuan Dan Realm."

Lan He paused slightly, raising an eyebrow: "Oh? So fast?"

He remembered that a year ago, that little girl had only just entered the Earthly Origin Realm. In just one year, she had progressed from the Earthly Origin Realm to the Core Formation Realm—this speed was indeed somewhat unexpected.

"It's still a Nine-Star Yuan Dan that's been condensed."

Xinli's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible pride, a faint smile curving her lips. "This girl's talent is indeed remarkable; she cultivates even more diligently than I imagined. Young Master, would you like to go and take a look?"

Lan He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Let's go take a look."

……

In the backyard of the War King's Mansion, in a quiet little courtyard.

A young girl dressed in a light red dress was squatting in front of the flowerbed in the courtyard, fiddling with something. Hearing footsteps, she looked up, revealing a delicate and bright face.

Fourteen-year-old Jiang Yinyin has grown considerably taller than a year ago. Her once round cheeks have lost some of their childishness, and her eyes have gained a more lively, girlish charm. Yet, her large, dark eyes remain as clear as ever, as if they have never been tainted by the dust of the world.

The moment she saw Lan He, her eyes instantly curved into two small crescent moons.

"Big brother!"

She dropped the flower shovel, not even bothering to wipe the mud off her hands, and skipped over, throwing herself into his arms, hugging his arm tightly, her face upturned with a radiant smile:

"Why are you taking so long?! I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Lan He looked down at her; her small face still had a little dirt on it, but her eyes shone as if they held stars. He couldn't help but smile and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"I told you I was going into seclusion, didn't I?"

Jiang Yinyin pouted and rubbed against his arm like a spoiled kitten, smearing the mud onto his sleeve without realizing it. She just tilted her head back, her bright eyes full of expectation.

"Big brother, I've reached the Yuan Dan realm now!"

She loosened one arm, raised one finger, and emphasized earnestly:

"Nine-Star Yuan Dan! Isn't that amazing?"

Looking at the little face that seemed to scream "Praise me!", Lan He's smile deepened. He nodded, his tone carrying a hint of genuine approval:

"Impressive. Faster than I expected."

Jiang Yinyin smiled even more happily after receiving the praise, her eyes curving into crescents, and she tugged at his sleeve as they walked into the yard.

"Big brother, come look! All the flowers I planted have bloomed. Sister Xinli said these flowers are hard to grow, but I water them every day, and they've all survived!"

Lanhe let her lead him around the courtyard, admiring the various flowers in full bloom and listening to her chatter about the interesting things that had happened over the past year.

The two sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard. Jiang Yinyin leaned on the opposite side of the stone table, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him. Suddenly, she asked:

"Big brother, are you going out?"

Lan He was slightly taken aback: "How did you know?"

"Sister Xinli said so." Jiang Yinyin swung her legs. "She said you're going to participate in some big battle and have to prepare a lot of things, so she hasn't had time to come see me lately."

She tilted her head, her large eyes holding a seriousness beyond her years:

"Was that great battle very dangerous?"

Lan He looked into her clear eyes, paused, and said calmly:

"Fortunately, as long as no Nirvana Realm peak cultivators participate, it's not too dangerous."

Jiang Yinyin stared at him for a while, but didn't ask any further questions. She simply nodded like a little adult and said earnestly:

"Then you must be careful. Come back safely."

Lan He paused for a moment, then smiled and ruffled her hair: "Okay."

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, looked at her seriously, and said, "This trip may take a year."

"A year?" Jiang Yinyin's eyes widened, her lips pouting again, her voice tinged with grievance, "That's so long..."

"Hmm." Lan He continued, "The Hundred Dynasties War will last for a year. When I return a year later, I will take you somewhere. By then, I hope you will have become stronger."

Jiang Yinyin tilted her head and asked curiously, "What place is it?"

"You'll find out when the time comes." Lan He didn't say much, but just ruffled her hair again. "But the premise is that you have to cultivate diligently this year and not be lazy."

Jiang Yinyin blinked, nodded vigorously, and said in a clear voice:

"Okay! I will definitely cultivate diligently and wait for my big brother to come back!"

She thought for a moment, then, seemingly feeling that this wasn't serious enough, she extended her little finger and looked earnestly at Lan He:

"Shall we pinky swear?"

Lan He stared at the slender white little finger for a moment, then smiled and reached out to gently hook it.

"Pinky promise."

Jiang Yinyin swayed contentedly, her eyes crinkling into a smile. That smile was even more radiant than the most beautiful flower in the yard.

Xinli watched this scene quietly from the side, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved up.

In all the years she had been in the Prince of Zhan's mansion and served the young master for so long, this was the first time she had ever seen him like this. He was completely unguarded and distant, letting a little maid pull him around the courtyard, accompany her to see the flowers, make pinky promises with her, and agree to those childish agreements.

He's like an older brother from an ordinary family.

She sighed softly to herself, but her eyes held a hint of warmth.

It's rare to see the young master act so childish.

……

Ten days later, before the morning mist had even dissipated, the teleportation plaza of the Immortal Dynasty's imperial city was already solemn.

In the center of the plaza, a massive teleportation array stood silently, its intricate patterns emanating a faint spatial fluctuation.

All around, nearly a hundred young people dressed in uniform stood solemnly. They were all the most outstanding geniuses of the Immortal Dynasty, including direct descendants of the royal family and scions of the five great families.

Their expressions varied: some were excited, some were nervous, some were eager to try, and some were apprehensive about the unknown.

Lan Zhan led Lan He, stepping through the air and landing in front of the square.

Lan He stood calmly with his hands behind his back, dressed in white.

Lan Zhan glanced at his son, a smile playing on his lips. He didn't say anything, but quietly transmitted his voice:

"Boy, no need to hide anymore, let them see. It's time to open their eyes to the young master of my War King's Mansion."

Lan He nodded slightly, and in the next instant, the aura that he had been concealing was no longer hidden and was suddenly released.

Five Yuan Nirvana!

The profound and deep Yuan energy spread out without reservation, like a mountain rising from the sky, instantly enveloping the entire plaza.

The group, which had been whispering, suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at the figure in white, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

"Five-five-element nirvana?!"

A member of the royal family's direct line widened his eyes, his voice trembling.

"Wasn't he always in a state of 'One Nirvana'? How come it's only been a year...?"

"Breaking through four barriers in one year? How is that possible!"

On the side of the five great families, several young men with impressive auras exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with shock. They considered themselves prodigies, and after more than twenty years of arduous cultivation, they had only barely reached the Third Stage of Nirvana. And this person before them…

"As expected of the eldest son of the War King's Mansion..."

Someone murmured, their tone already carrying a hint of awe.

Exclamations rose and fell from the crowd, but the figure in white remained calm and indifferent to the stares.

A year ago, he needed to hide because the threat from the Tianyuan Dynasty was like a persistent boil, and he had to be on guard.

But now, after the Hundred Dynasties War, they will all join super sects and become disciples of those behemoths. At that time, even if the Tianyuan Dynasty has the Yuan Sect backing it up, it will not dare to lay a hand on the disciples of super sects.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the horizon.

Three figures arrived together. Leading them was the patriarch of the Lan family, still dressed in his gray robe, his aura as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless abyss. Behind him were Lan Ying and Qing Feng.

Lan Ying had changed into a more tailored outfit, exuding a commanding presence, her eyes even sharper than a year ago. Qing Feng, on the other hand, remained in his moon-white robes, carrying a long sword, his expression calm.

Lan He glanced at the two of them, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The four-dimensional nirvana state.

In just one year, they progressed from the third to the fourth level. While this wasn't as rapid as his advancement, it was still remarkable. It seems that their year of arduous training in the Sword Tomb had been very fruitful for both of them.

The two landed in front of the square and nodded slightly to Lan Zhan.

The ancestor's gaze swept over the hundred young people before him, then landed on Lan He, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and slowly began to speak. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"I presume you are all already aware of the rules of the Hundred Dynasties War. I will only say one thing—"

He paused, his gaze falling on Lan He, Lan Ying, and Qing Feng, his tone serious:

"These three will lead the team in this major battle. Everything will be decided based on their opinions."

His gaze lingered on Lan He for a moment longer, his voice calm yet undeniably authoritative:

"In case of disagreement, Lanhe's opinion shall prevail."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another slight commotion in the square.

The gazes of the royal family and the five great families toward Lan He became more complex, a mixture of awe and curiosity. Several young female cultivators even stole a few more glances, their eyes lingering on him.

Upon hearing this, Lan Ying merely raised an eyebrow without saying anything more. Qing Feng remained calm, as if this outcome was entirely within his expectations.

For the two of them, Lan He, who had mastered the minor aspects of the Immortal Sword Technique, was already far stronger than them. The ancestor's decision was simply a matter of course.

The ancestor said no more, turned to look at the huge teleportation array, and waved his sleeve.

"Buzz!"

The teleportation array suddenly lit up, and countless profound runes rose from the ground, causing the vast spatial power to tremble violently. The light of the array engulfed everyone's figures, and the hundred figures gradually became blurred in the light.

Lan He stood in the center of the formation, glancing back one last time at the edge of the plaza. There, Lan Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, still looking lazy, but his gaze remained fixed on him.

Just as the formation was about to activate, Lan Zhan suddenly spoke, his voice piercing through the vibrating spatial ripples and clearly reaching his ears:

"son!"

Lan He paused slightly, then looked up.

A smile played on Lan Zhan's lips, a smile that held a father's pride in his son, and also a lingering hint of the arrogance that remained of the former number one young master of the capital.

"Bring me back a championship!"

"Don't forget what you promised that old woman, Mo Yun!"

Lan He paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't answer, but simply nodded slightly in the direction of his father.

The next moment, the light suddenly shone brightly, and a hundred figures disappeared into the teleportation array.

On the plaza, only the ripples in the space that had not yet completely subsided remained, and Lan Zhan's figure still standing with his hands behind his back.

He gazed in the direction his son had disappeared and murmured softly:

"You brat, don't embarrass your father."