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

Chapter 76 Taking stock of the harvest, setting off for Vientiane City

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Leng rushed over and grabbed Lan He's arm, his eyes reddening: "Brother Lan He! You've finally come out!"

His voice trembled with tears as he leaned against Lan He, as if he had found a savior: "If you hadn't come out, Brother Qingfeng might have killed me! You have no idea how I've been these past two months! He stares at me like that every day; I can't even sleep soundly!"

Lan He looked down at Mo Leng hanging on his arm, and his lips twitched slightly.

Qingfeng coughed lightly, turned his face away, and pretended not to have seen anything.

Lan Ying stepped forward, looked Lan He up and down, and seeing that he was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, let go, Young Master Mo. My brother can't run away."

Mo Leng then stepped back, loosening his grip and taking two steps back, but still muttering, "Anyway—anyway, it's good that you're out—"

Upon hearing this, Lan He was both amused and exasperated. He then replied, "I'm fine. I just received a teaching inside, which took a little longer than usual."

He paused, looked at everyone, and softened his tone: "Alright, let's go back now."

Just as everyone was about to set off, Mo Leng suddenly remembered something, stepped forward, took out several Qiankun bags from his robes, and handed them over earnestly: "Brother Lan, the distribution method we agreed on before was that your Immortal Dynasty would take 75% and our Divine Dynasty would take 25%. There were more of us who went in before, and we took some extra spiritual treasures and pills. These are the extra portions we took, and now they are being returned to their rightful owners."

Lan He paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"No need to divide it."

Mo Leng's expression changed, and he subconsciously took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. His voice rose several decibels: "Brother Lan! Everything can be discussed, please don't resort to violence!"

Lan He chuckled helplessly at his expression and waved his hand, "Brother Mo, what kind of person do you take me for?"

"A butcher who kills and steals?"

He paused, then continued, "Your Divine Dynasty didn't obtain anything of great value on this trip, so keep it for yourselves. I won't share it."

Mo Leng froze, momentarily stunned, the Qiankun bag in his hand hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to take it or hand it over.

Beside her, Lan Ying was also somewhat surprised and whispered, "Xiao He, are you sure?"

Lan He nodded slightly.

His gains from this trip have been immense. The Nine-Ren Undying Body is a Heavenly Martial Art, a martial arts inheritance countless times more precious than Spiritual Martial Arts. Generally, only experts at the Reincarnation Realm or even the Samsara Realm can create martial arts of this level.

In terms of value, this Heavenly Martial Arts technique surpasses the sum of what everyone else gained on this trip.

He naturally no longer needed to concern himself with those magical elixirs.

Mo Leng snapped out of his daze, his wariness instantly transforming into a bright smile. He quickly stuffed the several Qiankun bags back into his robes: "Brother Lan is so generous! Brother Lan is so open-minded! Well—then we'll accept them without further ado!"

Lan Ying rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Lan He smiled and turned to walk back the way he came.

"Let's go back."

Not long after, in a quiet courtyard in Tiandao City.

Lan Ying plopped down on the stone bench, picked up her teacup and took a big gulp, then let out a long sigh and looked at Lan He sitting leisurely opposite her.

"No wonder you didn't mind what the Divine Dynasty took from you, Xiaohe," she clicked her tongue in amazement, her eyes filled with envy. "So you actually obtained a Heavenly Martial Arts inheritance!"

She put down her teacup, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "Tell me quickly, what was the name of that martial art? How powerful was it?"

Lan He picked up his teacup, took a leisurely sip, and then said calmly, "Nine-Ren Undying Body. A body-refining martial art; when mastered, it is comparable to the Reincarnation Realm."

Lan Ying's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

After a long pause, she swallowed hard. "The Samsara Realm? Are you sure you didn't mishear?"

Lan He nodded slightly.

Lan Ying took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, and murmured as she looked at the sky, "Good heavens—your harvest this time is more than ten times that of all of us combined. No wonder you looked down on those spiritual treasures and pills."

She suddenly sat up straight and stared at Lan He: "Then, can I learn this Nine-Ren Undying Body?"

Lan He glanced at her and shook his head slightly: "That day, the Sword and Martial Stele was imbued with spirit, and it only recognized me. My current skill level is too shallow, and I'm afraid I cannot convey its true meaning."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, I suspect that even if that martial tablet isn't a pure Yuan treasure, it's not far off."

"A treasure of pure essence?" Upon hearing this, Lan Ying's eyes widened even more, and a look of surprise flashed across her face.

She naturally knew what a Pure Yuan Treasure meant; it was a top-tier spiritual treasure that only a master craftsman comparable to a Reincarnation Realm or Samsara Realm expert could refine. There wasn't a single one in the entire Immortal Dynasty; it only circulated among legendary super sects.

Moreover, even the most powerful sects would keep it as a treasure to be passed down through generations and would not easily show it to others.

She swallowed hard, her gaze towards Lan He becoming increasingly complicated.

"Alright, Sister Lan Ying, stop looking at me like that."

Lan He felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, sighed, and said, "It's perfect that you're here. Help me take stock of the spoils from this site."

He took the several Qiankun bags off his waist, placed them on the stone table, and pushed them over.

"You can distribute these spiritual treasures, elixirs, and martial arts techniques. Each brother of the Immortal Dynasty gets one, and the rest can be kept for public use."

Lan Ying was slightly taken aback: "Give them all to us? What about you?"

Lan He shook his head: "I don't need those. I have the Azure Scale Sword as a spiritual treasure, the Nine-Ren Undying Body as a martial art, and as for pills—"

He paused, then took out three pills from his pocket and gently placed them on the table.

The three pills were entirely silver-white, round and smooth like jade, with a faint luster flowing around them, emanating a strange aura.

"I got this from the ruins."

"This is—" Lan Ying's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "The Tribulation-Crossing Pill?"

"Hmm." Lan He nodded and said, "I got them when I climbed the last three floors. There were three in total."

Lan Ying picked up one and examined it carefully, her face full of surprise.

The Tribulation-Crossing Pill, also known as the Calamity-Crossing Pill, is a precious elixir coveted by almost every Nirvana Realm expert. Everyone knows that the Nirvana Tribulation is what Nirvana Realm experts fear most, and countless people have perished before it. This Tribulation-Crossing Pill can increase the chances of successfully surviving the Nirvana Tribulation.

It is often said that as long as one possesses the Tribulation-Crossing Pill, there is nearly a 70% chance of successfully surviving a Nirvana Tribulation. This statement may be somewhat exaggerated, but it is enough to illustrate the power of this pill.

Lan He picked up his teacup, calmly took a sip, and continued, "You and Qingfeng can each take one of these three. We'll use the remaining one to exchange for a Balancing Spirit Fruit when we get to Wanxiang City. There should be quite a few people interested in this elixir."

Lan Ying was slightly taken aback: "Aren't you going to keep one for yourself? For when you undergo Nirvana Tribulation—"

"I have other means of protection to transcend Nirvana, so I don't need this."

Lanhe interrupted her, speaking calmly.

Lan Ying glanced at him, didn't ask any questions, just nodded and carefully put away the three Crossing Tribulation Pills.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Lan He waved his hand, indicating that she should do as she pleased.

Three days later, after everyone had rested, they set off for MixC as planned.

As soon as the group left the city gate, Mo Leng, along with several cultivators from the Divine Dynasty, caught up and approached Lan He with a grin.

"Brother Lan, I heard you're going to Vientiane City?"

Lan He glanced at him: "What?"

Mo Leng rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Perfect timing, perfect timing! We'd like to go too. How about we come together? It'll be good to look out for each other on the way."

Lan Ying raised an eyebrow: "What are you going to MixC for?"

Mo Leng shrugged matter-of-factly: "Wanxiang City holds an auction every two months, which is a famous event in the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield. We obtained quite a few good things from the Heavenly Blade Sect ruins this time. Some of them are useless to us, so we can auction them off to exchange for some resources we need."

He paused, then added, "Besides, Brother Lan, you've been so generous, sharing so much with us. I feel really bad about it. When we get to MixC, it's my treat! Let's have a good drink!"

Lan He glanced at him, did not refuse, and simply nodded: "Whatever you say."

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Mo Leng immediately beamed and followed after him eagerly.

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