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Three days later.

The Imperial City of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Outside the teleportation hall, a group of dozens of people waited quietly. These people were simply dressed, their expressions reserved, and many of them carried bundles of various sizes, like travelers about to embark on a long journey. They would occasionally look up at the magnificent hall, their eyes filled with curiosity and trepidation.

The one leading the group was Jiang Lei. He had changed into a clean long robe, and his hair was neatly combed, but his clenched fists still betrayed his inner tension.

Behind her were the disciples of Eagle Martial Arts School, mostly young people, some only fifteen or sixteen years old, whispering in hushed tones. They immediately fell silent after being glared at by Jiang Xue.

Those older folks who had spent most of their lives in the Great Yan Dynasty ultimately chose to stay. It's hard to leave one's homeland; not everyone has the courage to travel far away in their twilight years.

Lan He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the hall, while Mo Ling stood half a step behind him, looking respectful.

"Young Master Lanhe,"

Mo Ling said softly, "The Eagle Martial Arts Academy group has been escorted to the Imperial City as you instructed. The teleportation array is ready and we can depart at any time."

Lan He nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Lei's forced composure and then over Jiang Yinyin, who was hiding behind her sister and peeking out.

He withdrew his gaze, took out a warm, cyan jade pendant from his sleeve, and handed it to Mo Ling.

"Consider this a favor I owe the Great Yan royal family." His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable solemnity. "If you encounter any trouble during the Hundred Dynasties War in the future, just come to me."

Mo Ling was taken aback, her gaze falling on the jade pendant.

He naturally knew what weight it was.

A favor from a direct descendant of a super dynasty is an opportunity that many powerful forces would rather die than obtain.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally extended both hands and solemnly accepted it.

"Thank you, Young Master Lanhe."

Mo Ling's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable seriousness: "Mo Ling will certainly make good use of this favor."

Lan He glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

The teleportation array slowly lit up, engulfing the figures of the Eagle Martial Arts School group one by one.

Mo Ling stood there, watching the white-clad figure disappear into the glow of the teleportation array.

……

Half a month later,

The Immortal Dynasty, the War King's Mansion.

The sun was shining brightly. Lan He leaned back in a rattan chair under the eaves, half-closing his eyes and lazily basking in the sun.

Xinli stood to one side, her voice soft and unhurried as she reported, "Young Master, the group of thirty-seven from the Eagle Martial Arts School has been settled as you instructed. Their accommodation has been chosen in that three-courtyard house in the East City, which is only two streets away from the Prince's Mansion, making it convenient for them to visit and look after each other in the future."

Lan He hummed in response, without opening his eyes.

"The company has also taken over two adjacent shops," Xinli continued, "one will be converted into the storefront of the martial arts school, and the other will be used temporarily for the disciples' living quarters."

She paused, her tone still gentle and soft, yet strangely tinged with a sense of self-righteousness: "Master Jiang initially declined repeatedly, saying he couldn't accept a reward without merit. I told him that it was the rule of the household, and guests should follow the host's lead; he had to get used to it even if he wasn't. So he stopped declining."

Upon hearing this, Lan He's lips curled up slightly, but he still didn't open his eyes, only lazily saying, "Fine, you handle it."

Xinli responded and continued, "As for Miss Yinyin..."

She glanced up at Lan He, and seeing that he still looked so lazy, she lowered her eyes and softened her voice even more:

"As you instructed, she will be placed in the manor for care. I will personally take care of her and teach her breathing exercises and cultivation every day. Although Miss Yinyin is young, she is very quick to learn. In just half a month, she has already entered the Earthly Realm."

She paused, then added, "It also uses ninth-grade Yin Sha Qi, which will make it easier to condense the Nine-Star Yuan Dan in the future, and also make the foundation more solid."

Lan He then opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and smiled slightly.

"A ninth-grade Yin Sha, you're quite willing to invest." His tone was casual, yet revealed a hint of satisfaction. "But it's good, if you're going to use someone, use the best. Treat her like family, don't be stingy."

He paused, then added:

"Young Master can rest assured that you'll handle things."

Xinli lowered her eyes, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and then returned to normal.

"Young Master, would you like to go see Miss Yinyin?"

She asked softly, "This girl asks several times a day during her practice, 'When will big brother be back?' This morning she even pestered me, saying that when she reaches the Yuan Dan realm, she wants to show big brother a set of punches."

Lan He thought for a moment and then smiled, "I won't go today. I just finished body training and I'm covered in sweat; I don't want to bother her with the smell."

He paused, then added, "Let her practice diligently; she'll be close to reaching the Yuan Dan realm. Then, your older brother will watch her practice."

Xinli responded with "Yes," but did not immediately leave.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master, there is one more thing."

"Um?"

"Master Xuanmo has emerged from seclusion." Xinli glanced at him and continued, "He is now a Nine-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master. The Prince sent someone to inquire if you, young master, would like to go and see him?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He raised an eyebrow and sat up a little straighter in the rattan chair.

The Nine-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, after so long in seclusion, has finally succeeded.

"We have to go."

Lan He patted the armrest and said with a smile, "The master passed on such a valuable secret technique to me. It is only right and proper that I personally go to congratulate him on such a joyous occasion as his completion of seclusion."

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and added a casual, teasing remark:

"Besides, he's practically my mentor. If I don't go and support him, it'll make me seem incredibly inconsiderate."

Xinli nodded slightly, a faint smile on her lips, and turned to prepare her clothes and gifts for the trip.

……

Not long after, Lan He changed into a simple white robe, and Xin Li followed half a step behind him with a congratulatory gift. The two strolled out of the War King's Mansion.

Without riding in a carriage or accompanied by any other attendants, the master and servant walked through several long streets of the capital towards the pavilion where Master Xuanmo was practicing his secluded meditation.

People along the way recognized him and stopped to salute him from afar, but he only nodded slightly and did not stop walking.

Before long, a three-story bluestone pavilion came into view.

The area in front of the building was quiet, with no guests making a fuss. Xuanmo was not one to enjoy crowds, and he did not make a big fuss about his departure from seclusion this time; only a handful of people knew about it.

Lan He walked to the door, but before he could knock, a deep, resonant laugh came from inside:

"Ha, young friend, you've arrived quickly."

Lan He didn't stand on ceremony, pushed open the door and entered, smiling and cupping his hands in greeting:

"With the Master emerging from seclusion, how could this junior dare to be negligent?"

Xuan Mo sat cross-legged on a futon. Although his spiritual power was restrained, it still faintly revealed the vastness and solidity unique to a Nine-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master. Seeing Lan He enter, he stroked his beard and smiled, raising his hand in a gesture of invitation:

"Come in, don't just stand there."

Lanhe stepped inside, with Xinli quietly following behind, carrying the brocade box.

When Xuanmo's gaze swept over her, Xinli bowed slightly, said nothing more, and gently placed the brocade box in her hand on the table beside her.

Lan He smiled and said, "Master Xuan has been in seclusion for so long, and I don't have anything worthwhile to offer as a congratulatory gift. Coincidentally, there is a demon spirit at the Ninth Yuan Nirvana Realm in the manor. It would be a waste to keep it. Why not give Master Xuan some refining materials instead?"

Upon hearing this, Xuanmo raised an eyebrow and his gaze fell on the brocade box.

A demon spirit at the Ninth Nirvana Realm—even in a super dynasty, such a demon spirit would be enough to make many talisman masters fight tooth and nail for it. This young man speaks of it so lightly.

He glanced at Lan He, but did not refuse; he simply smiled faintly.

"You've got a good thought for me, kid."

He raised his hand and put the brocade box into his Qiankun bag, his tone calm but with a hint of satisfied smile.

Lan He said nothing more and sat down to the side. Xin Li stood quietly behind him, and the aroma of tea gradually filled the pavilion, easing the atmosphere.

Xuanmo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at Lanhe with a half-smile:

"No reward without merit. Tell me, what are you up to?"

His tone carried a hint of knowing wisdom, as if he had expected this to happen.

Lan He didn't beat around the bush and said with a smile, "Master Xuan has insightful eyes. This junior does indeed have something to ask you."

He paused, looked up at the old man opposite him, and the smile on his lips slowly faded, replaced by a serious expression.

"This junior would like to ask, is there a quick way to achieve the Formation Realm of the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell?"