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

Chapter 80 Sword Sect Recruitment, Balancing Spirit Fruit

Soon after, Lanhe and his group found a place to stay in MixC.

Mo Leng was very attentive, leading the group through several streets and alleys, finally stopping in front of a rather large courtyard.

"Brother Lan, this is it."

Mo Leng pushed open the door, smiled, and gestured for them to enter. "What a coincidence, this courtyard is right next to our Divine Dynasty, separated only by a wall. Just give us a call if you need anything."

Lan He glanced around; the courtyard, though not luxurious, was spacious and clean, more than enough to accommodate the thirty-odd people from the Immortal Dynasty.

Lan Ying raised an eyebrow: "So close? You weren't doing this on purpose, were you?"

Mo Leng looked completely innocent: "How could that be? It's just a coincidence. There are only a few good courtyards in Wanxiang City, and with so many people in our two families, it's hard for us not to be next to each other."

Qingfeng glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Lan He didn't seem to mind and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."

Mo Leng waved his hand, then leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother Lan, if you're free tonight, why don't you come over for a couple of drinks? I still have a few jars of good wine hidden away, which I haven't been able to open since we came out of the Heavenly Blade Ruins."

Lan He glanced at him and casually said, "We'll see."

Mo Leng was not disappointed. He smiled and took his leave, leading the people of the Divine Dynasty back to the neighboring courtyard.

Lan Ying watched his departing figure and snorted softly, "That guy is a little too attentive."

Lan He didn't reply, but simply turned and walked into the courtyard.

He could naturally see through Mo Leng's intentions. Most of the high-quality sword puppets he had acquired from the Heavenly Blade Ruins had ended up in his hands. If the Mo family wanted to study the long-lost sword puppet tradition, they would eventually have to come to him for help.

This solicitation is nothing more than paving the way in advance.

"Let's settle down first, and then we'll inquire about the Balance Spirit Fruit tomorrow."

The next morning, Lan He, along with Lan Ying and Qing Feng, headed straight for the auction house in the North District of Wanxiang City.

Mo Leng wanted to join in the fun, but Lan Ying's question, "What are you going to do?" silenced him, leaving him to stay awkwardly.

He was studying his few broken sword puppets in the courtyard.

Vientiane City was enormous; it took them almost half an hour to walk from their lodgings to the north of the city. When the three arrived at their destination, the scene before them still made them pause slightly.

It was an enormous arena of astonishing size, built entirely of dark blue-green stone, with a towering dome that was almost level with the sky, and its vast area stretched as far as the eye could see.

Above the main entrance hangs a huge plaque with three gilded characters: Wanxiang Pavilion.

As a super-powerful city, Wanxiang City is obviously not short of land. Even though the Hundred Dynasties War has only been going on for a few months, this auction house is already packed with people. People come and go at the entrance, and cultivators of all kinds of clothing come and go, with noise and clamor filling the air.

As Lan He and his companions stepped through the gate, a maidservant dressed in a light green dress came forward to greet them. Her gaze swept over Lan He; though she didn't recognize him, she could tell he possessed an extraordinary air. She immediately curtsied, her smile perfectly timed: "Greetings, my lords. Is there anything you need?"

Lan He didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Do you have any Balancing Spirit Fruit here? Or do you have any news about it?"

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Upon hearing this, the maid paused slightly, a hint of apology flashing in her eyes. She shook her head and said, "My lord, even in our Myriad Manifestations Pavilion, such a rare spiritual item as the Balancing Spirit Fruit is extremely rare. At least, it is not listed in this auction catalog."

She paused, then added, "However, if you wish to inquire about information, you can check the 'Information Pavilion' on the third floor. They specialize in buying and selling all kinds of intelligence there; perhaps someone there knows the whereabouts of the Balancing Spirit Fruit."

As soon as she finished speaking, a deep and gentle voice suddenly reached the maid's ears.

Her expression changed slightly, and she immediately listened respectfully. After a moment, she raised her head and looked at Lan He with a different gaze.

"My lord, I was rude just now."

She bowed again, this time more deeply, and her tone became even more respectful. "A distinguished guest instructed me to take the three lords to see him. He said that he could discuss the matter of the Balancing Spirit Fruit with you in person."

Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly: "Who?"

The maid hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "It's Lord Song Tai, the garrison commander of Wanxiang City and a steward of the Sword Sect. He said—he's very interested in you and wants to meet you."

Upon hearing this, Lan Ying and Qing Feng exchanged a glance, a strange light flashing in their eyes.

The town garrison commander of Wanxiang Town is the true ruler of this place, stationed by a super sect. He holds a prestigious position and wields great power. Normally, let alone ordinary cultivators, even the leaders of the ten super dynasties might not be able to easily meet him.

This person's initiative to summon me is likely not just for the sake of balancing the spiritual fruits.

Lan He pondered for a moment, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, then nodded slightly and said, "Lead the way."

The maid responded and turned to lead the way. She led the three through the bustling crowd, past the main hall of the auction house, and along a carpeted corridor deeper into the hall.

Every few steps along both sides of the corridor hung a glass lamp, its soft yet not dim light creating a world apart from the noisy auction hall outside. Occasionally, a few guards in uniform could be seen standing solemnly on both sides, their auras calm and composed, all possessing the cultivation level of the Nirvana Realm.

Lan Ying clicked her tongue in amazement; the foundation of Wanxiang City was indeed unfathomable.

Reaching the end of the corridor, the maid stopped in front of a carved wooden door and gently knocked three times.

"Come in."

A deep and gentle voice came from inside the door.

The maid pushed open the door, stepped aside, and said respectfully, "Please, gentlemen."

Lanhe stepped inside.

This is a rather spacious and elegant room, furnished with luxurious yet tasteful furnishings. Several landscape paintings with a profound artistic conception hang on the walls, and in the center stands a long table made of rosewood, on which a complete tea set is laid out, with steam rising gently.

By the window, a middle-aged man dressed in gray stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the bustling auction house outside.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and his gaze fell on Lan He.

His expression was calm, yet his brows revealed the composed demeanor of someone who had long held a high position. His aura was restrained and profound, but the subtle pressure he exuded commanded respect and commanded respect.

It was Song Tai, the town garrison commander of Wanxiang and a steward of the Sword Sect.

His gaze lingered on Lan He for a moment, a slight smile of appreciation playing on his lips: "Young Master Lan He, ranked first on the Heavenly Ranking, is indeed a promising young man. Please have a seat."

Lan He cupped his hands slightly and said calmly, "Lan He greets Senior."

Song Tai waved his hand, gesturing for the three to sit down, and then sat down in the main seat next to them. He picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and looked Lan He up and down, his appreciation growing more and more obvious.

Lan He didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "May I ask, senior, do you have any Balancing Spirit Fruit?"

Upon hearing this, Song Tai paused for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "I don't have such a rare spiritual fruit as the Balance Spirit Fruit on hand at the moment."

Lan He's brows twitched slightly, and he was about to speak when Song Tai continued, "However—the Sword Sect has..."

He paused, a hint of emotion in his voice: "We disciples of the Sword Sect cultivate the path of integrating sword energy into our Yuan power. This path is powerful, but also perilous."

"The sword energy is sharp and the Yuan energy is profound. If the two cannot be balanced, at best one's cultivation will regress, and at worst one's meridians will be destroyed."

Therefore, the Balancing Spirit Fruit is a common item in the Sword Sect. However, generally only direct disciples and elders are qualified to use it.

He set down his teacup, his gaze falling on Lan He's face, and smiled meaningfully: "Young friend Lan He, are you quite interested in this Balancing Spirit Fruit?"

Lan He nodded, his expression calm: "My elders urgently need this to heal their injuries, and I will do my best to find it."

Upon hearing this, a hint of approval flashed in Song Tai's eyes: "Your filial piety is commendable."

He paused, then suddenly changed the subject, asking, "Young friend Lanhe, what is your impression of the Sword Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Ying and Qing Feng exchanged a glance, both of them feeling a stirring in their hearts.

The question came somewhat abruptly, but the meaning was all too clear: this town garrison commander of Wanxiang was actually recruiting Lanhe on behalf of the Sword Sect.

Lan He remained calm and said indifferently, "The Sword Sect is one of the eight super sects of the Eastern Xuan Region, a holy land of swordsmanship, with a illustrious reputation. This junior naturally holds it in high esteem."