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

One month later,

Imperial Capital Martial Arts Arena.

On the wide plaza paved with black granite, two figures stood facing each other, attracting the attention of many onlookers.

Lan He was dressed in simple yet powerful attire, his aura was calm, and the Yuan energy fluctuations he displayed remained steadily at the Lesser Completion of the Shaping Realm.

He had been practicing the secret technique for concealing his cultivation level, taught by his father, since childhood; it had long become second nature to him.

This technique operates seamlessly and consumes very little energy. Unless it is deliberately explored by a powerful expert like Uncle Lan Feng, who is at the peak of the Nirvana Realm and has already touched the edge of the Life Profound Realm, even ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators would find it difficult to see through its true nature.

Opposite her, Lan Ying was dressed in a fiery red samurai outfit, which made her figure look even more dashing.

She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and swept her gaze over Lan He with a mixture of scrutiny and curiosity: "You've been hiding for a month without a trace. I heard you insisted on practicing the Taiqing Dividing Light Sword and the Taiqing Soaring Sky Step? You've got some nerve. Those two martial arts are notoriously difficult to master."

She paused, a hint of eagerness flashing in her eyes: "Perfect, let me test my skills today and see what you've accomplished in the past month. Seclusion alone isn't enough."

She wasn't really trying to make things difficult for her younger brother; she was just curious and wanted to keep him informed, to find out more about Lan He.

Upon hearing this, Lan He cupped his hands and smiled, "I'm just starting out, my knowledge is very basic. Please give me some pointers, Sister Lan Ying."

"Enough talk, take this!"

Lan Ying was straightforward and decisive, and she acted immediately. The originally surging aura of the Dual Nirvana Realm around her was quickly suppressed, and finally stabilized at the Lesser Completion of the Shaping Realm, which was comparable to Lan He's.

She wanted to test the quality of Lan He's newly learned martial arts at the same level.

She moved with lightning speed, like a red cloud drifting by, instantly closing in. She lightly struck out with a palm, a faint crimson light swirling in her palm. She suppressed the power of this palm strike, but its speed was still extremely fast, carrying a probing intent, aiming directly for Lan He's shoulder.

Lan He's expression remained unchanged, but his feet seemed to tread on clouds, and his body slid half a step to the side and back without warning, just in time to let the crimson palm wind brush past him.

"what?"

Lan Ying let out a soft exclamation, her interest growing even stronger. "Your footwork is quite interesting," she said in surprise. "Looks like all that effort paid off. Let's try again!"

Her moves changed, and her palm shadows suddenly became denser, like butterflies flitting among flowers, leaving behind streaks of scorching afterimages as they enveloped Lan He from several directions, blocking his retreat. The force of her palms also increased.

It is indeed a low-grade martial art, the Crimson Sun Palm!

Lan He remained calm and composed, and began to demonstrate the essence of the Taiqing Sky-Wandering Step.

As he swayed, he seemed to lose weight, moving lightly through Lan Ying's seemingly dense palm shadows. Sometimes he would turn to the side, sometimes he would spin, but he always managed to skillfully dodge the palm strikes in the blink of an eye, his movements quite composed.

"What agile movements!"

Several young disciples watching nearby couldn't help but whisper their admiration. Both were at the Lesser Completion stage of the Shaping Realm, but Lan He's movement technique and predictive ability were clearly superior.

Lan Ying's competitive spirit was also ignited, and she shouted, "Just dodging isn't enough! Try to see if you can break my move!"

She slightly bent the five fingers of her right hand, and her crimson Yuan energy suddenly condensed, transforming into a more solid flame handprint with a scorching heat wave, which she slammed down on her head.

Superior Creation Martial Art: Crimson Flame Great Handprint!

This time, she clearly didn't hold back anymore, fully displaying the exquisite and powerful nature of her martial arts. Her palm strikes covered a wider area and were intensely scorching.

This time, Lan He did not simply dodge.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape. A wisp of pure, pale blue Yuan energy quietly extended from his fingertips. Facing the blazing handprint that roared down, he deftly flicked his wrist, his sword-like fingers drawing a cool, clear arc.

laugh!

A pale blue sword light shot out in response, swift as lightning.

Even more surprisingly, the sword light split in two during its flight, transforming into two slightly thinner but still sharp sword energies, one on the left and one on the right, precisely piercing the slightly sluggish flow of Yuan energy on both sides of the flaming handprint.

puff!puff!

Two soft thuds sounded as the powerful fiery handprint was precisely struck in its weak point by the two split sword energies, causing its downward momentum to visibly slow, and the flames on its surface to fluctuate violently.

Lan He changed his footwork again, his figure sliding several feet away like a ghost, easily escaping the palm print's grasp.

"Splitting light and shadow? It can create two sword lights so quickly?"

Lan Ying dispersed her palm strike, her beautiful eyes filled with even greater surprise. "Your Taiqing Dividing Light Sword technique is quite impressive. To have reached this level in just one month..."

It should be known that the Taiqing Dividing Light Sword is the most advanced martial art of creation. Legend has it that when cultivated to its peak, it can split into eight sword lights, condense the spirit of martial arts, and be comparable to a true spiritual martial art!

Being able to initially differentiate into two sword lights within a month is already a sign of exceptional comprehension.

The surrounding crowd grew louder, and their gazes toward Lan He held a newfound admiration.

Lan He withdrew the Yuan Power from his fingertips, his aura as steady as ever, and smiled, "I was fortunate to gain some insight, all thanks to Sister Lan Ying's mercy."

Only he himself knew that in that instant, the surging Qi Creation Realm Great Perfection Yuan Power within his body, along with his more refined sword control, was enough to allow him to split the sword light into four beams!

Those two sword lights were merely a portion of his power that he deliberately controlled and displayed to the outside world. He had already achieved a minor mastery of the profound mysteries of the Taiqing Dividing Light Sword.

Lan Ying walked up to him and looked him over carefully a few more times, as if she wanted to get to know her younger brother again.

She originally thought that Lan He's acceptance of Elder Mo Yun's almost impossible condition was somewhat driven by youthful impulsiveness.

But today, at the same level, Lan He's agility and swordsmanship far exceeded her expectations, and his composure and control seemed genuine.

"You little rascal, you've been keeping it well hidden."

She gave Lan He's shoulder a light tap with her fist, a smile playing on her lips. "Looks like this past month hasn't been wasted. But this is just the beginning. The Hundred Dynasties War is fast approaching, so we can't let our guard down!"

"Yes, I will follow Sister Lan Ying's teachings." Lan He replied with a smile.

Lan Ying nodded, her opinion of her younger brother rising even higher. Perhaps, that seemingly impossible goal wasn't entirely hopeless... At least, this kid's talent and temperament were much better than she had expected.

The competition ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Just as Lan He was about to leave the training ground, a clear, melodious voice, like the gentle lapping of a spring against rocks, suddenly rang out not far behind him:

"Young Master Lanhe".

Lan He paused, that sound…

He turned around and saw a figure in pure white, as white as snow, standing silently a few feet away.

She was still wearing that simple plain dress, her face veiled, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as glass, yet seemingly containing the aloofness of an ancient snow-capped peak. The morning light fell on her, but seemed to be separated by her cool and aloof temperament, leaving only a faint halo around her.

It was Ling Qingzhu.

She actually came to find him of her own accord? Lan He was slightly surprised, but his expression had already returned to composure. He cupped his hands and said, "So it's Miss Ling. May I ask what brings you here?"

Ling Qingzhu nodded slightly in return, her voice calm and even: "I dare not presume to offer my guidance. I apologize for disturbing you, but may I speak with Young Master Lanhe in private?"

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