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

Chapter 86 Heroes Gather in All Things, Four-Seal Celestial Talisman Master!

Meanwhile, the Tianyuan Dynasty was stationed at another stronghold near the city.

Night had fallen, and the depths of the dense forest were utterly silent.

A slender woman, accompanied by several trusted followers, moved silently through the crowd. Each of them wore a veil, revealing only their sharp eyes. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on her delicate figure.

Fu Ling walked briskly, in a good mood. That last operation had been quite successful; all three lone cultivators from the Tianyuan Dynasty had escaped. She glanced at the still-dripping blood spirit sword in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

After turning a bend in the mountain valley, she suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, in an open space, another group of people was slowly emerging from the opposite direction. The leader was a burly man, and even though his face was veiled, his distinctive square face was clearly visible in the moonlight.

Fu Ling recognized it at a glance.

Energetic.

The two locked eyes.

Under the moonlight, the bloodstains on the magical treasures in their hands were still wet, and the Qiankun bags at their waists were bulging, clearly indicating that they had just finished doing the same thing.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Qian Jin spoke first, his voice low: "Shall we each go our own way?"

Fu Ling glanced at him, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

Like ghosts in the night, the two teams silently departed in opposite directions, as if they had never met.

Half an hour later, at the temporary residence of the Fu Dynasty.

Fu Ling ripped the mask off her face and tossed it onto the table, muttering under her breath, "Damn it! Why did I have to run into that guy?"

The female cultivator beside her asked cautiously, "Big Sister, that person—is he Qian Jin from the Great Qian Dynasty?"

"Who else could it be?"

Fu Ling rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "I could recognize that face even if it were masked. Square face, righteous-looking, like a gentleman, but he's ruthless than anyone else."

She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and said with a hint of displeasure, "You didn't see the knife in his hand; the blood was practically flowing like a river. This guy has probably killed more people than I have in the last two weeks."

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The female cultivator couldn't help but chuckle: "Big sister, are you—disliking him for stealing your business?"

Fu Ling glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about? I was thinking, this guy killed so ruthlessly, what if the Tianyuan Dynasty takes notice of him? We don't want to be implicated."

She stood up, walked to the window, looked at the sky outside, and after a moment's thought, said, "Alright, now we've got ten people. Don't kill too many, or if that guy named Lanhe changes his mind, we'll have nowhere to complain."

She turned to her trusted confidants and clapped her hands: "Pack your things, let's head to Wanxiang City now. The sooner we collect the bounty, the sooner we can have peace of mind."

A female cultivator asked in a low voice, "Big Sister, are we really going to exchange those spirit puppets?"

Fu Ling rolled her eyes at her: "Nonsense, why would we keep our heads around if we don't replace the spirit puppet? That's a level four spirit puppet. With it, the strength of our Fu Dynasty can double."

She paused, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Besides, I also want to see with my own eyes what that guy who dared to put a bounty on the Tianyuan Dynasty looks like."

Meanwhile, at the residence of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Qian Jin also ripped off his mask, revealing a square face with his brows slightly furrowed.

"What's that woman, Fu Ling, doing here?"

A trusted aide whispered, "My lord, the Fu Dynasty is also intercepting people from the Tianyuan Dynasty. Could it be a coincidence that we ran into them tonight?"

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Who cares if it's a coincidence or not? Everyone does their own thing and doesn't interfere with each other."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something, his brows furrowing even more: "But speaking of which, that woman was really ruthless. I just glanced at her, and the blood on her sword was almost staining the blade red. She looks so delicate and frail, but she's fiercer than me when she fights."

The confidant couldn't help but laugh: "Sir, are you praising her or insulting her?"

Qian Jin glared at him irritably, then turned and went inside.

"Alright, enough talk. Let's take stock of today's gains."

He sat down in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall, finally settling on two figures standing to the side.

The man on the left was dressed in crimson robes, even his hair was fiery red, like a blazing flame. He crossed his arms, his expression languid, yet his body exuded the aura of a peak Third Nirvana Realm cultivator.

Fire General, may Heavenly Fire be saved.

On the right stood an extremely tall, burly man in gray, expressionless, like a silent mountain, also at the peak of the Three Realms Nirvana Realm.

Shan Jiang, Mu Huang.

Qian Jin said, "Tianhuo, Muhuang, you two take the heads we've collected over the past two weeks and go to Wanxiang City."

Zhu Tianhuo raised an eyebrow: "Now?"

Qian Jin nodded: "It's better to redeem the bounty sooner rather than later. If that guy surnamed Lan goes back on his word, we can always confront him at his doorstep."

Mu Huang said in a deep voice, "Aren't you going, sir?"

Qian Jin stood up, walked to the window, and looked towards the direction of Wanxiang City. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes: "That guy Lan He, daring to offer such a bounty, might have already broken through to the sixth level of Nirvana. He's willing to take out those level-five spirit puppets, so they probably won't be of much use to him anymore."

He clenched his fist: "I need to hurry up and go into seclusion. You guys go to Vientiane City, and while you're at it, help me find out what kind of person that Lan He really is."

Zhu Tianhu lazily cupped his hands in greeting and grinned, "Alright, then I'll go and meet that number one on the Heavenly Ranking."

At the same time, besides the Fu Dynasty and the Daqian Dynasty, countless cultivators from other dynasties were also secretly hunting down people from the Tianyuan Dynasty.

The bounty order went viral, sending the entire Hundred Dynasties battlefield into a frenzy.

Those cultivators with slightly weaker strength, knowing they couldn't compete with the super dynasties, turned their attention to others. Since the people of the Tianyuan Dynasty were difficult to kill, they decided to kill those who had already secured their heads.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

In just half a month, no fewer than thirty cultivators from the Tianyuan Dynasty died, and countless others perished in the double-crossing.

The entire battlefield of the Hundred Dynasties was in complete chaos.

However, not everyone was caught up in this frenzied hunt.

Outside Vientiane City, the two teams arrived almost simultaneously.

On the left was a group of about twenty people, each with a sharp aura and a faint aura of sword energy swirling around them. The leader, carrying a black heavy sword almost as tall as himself on his back, was none other than Chen Nan of the Sword Dynasty.

On the right was a group of men of similar stature, all burly and bronze-skinned. The leader, with an aura as heavy as a mountain, was none other than Ji Shan of the Great Wilderness Dynasty.

The two teams met at the city gate, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Chen Nan's gaze swept past Ji Shan, then swept over the group behind him, and he said calmly, "You're here to find Lan He too?"

Ji Shan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Nonsense, why don't we come to MixC for tea?"

He paused, his gaze falling on the Sword Dynasty cultivators behind Chen Nan, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Bringing so many people, are you here to challenge us or to cause trouble?"

Chen Nan's expression remained unchanged: "Same to you."

Neither of them paid any attention to the sensational bounty, and instead, they both rushed to Wanxiang City first. They had only one goal: Lan He, who had reached the top of the Heavenly Ranking.

Chen Nan's gaze fell on Ji Shan, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "Since we've run into each other, why don't we have a match first?"

Ji Shan raised an eyebrow, stretched his limbs, and cracked them open: "Just what I wanted."

The cultivators from the Desolate Dynasty behind him immediately became excited and retreated to make way for him. The Sword Dynasty cultivators also tacitly dispersed, leaving enough space for the two of them.

Chen Nan raised his hand, and the black heavy sword behind him silently unsheathed and landed in his palm. The sword was simple and unadorned, yet it faintly exuded a chilling aura.

Ji Shan clenched his fists, and a faint golden light flowed beneath his bronze skin, instantly making his aura as heavy as a mountain.

At the city gate, passing cultivators stopped and watched from a distance, whispering among themselves.

"Isn't that Chen Nan from the Sword Dynasty? And Ji Shan from the Great Wilderness Dynasty!"

"How did those two end up together?"

"I heard they came to challenge Lan He, but we bumped into each other at the entrance first—"

At the edge of the crowd, Mo Leng had somehow slipped in, peering inside with great interest on tiptoe. Several cultivators from the Divine Dynasty surrounded him, looking on with anticipation for a good show.

"Boss, who are these two?" a cultivator asked in a low voice.

Mo Leng glanced at him with an expression that said, "You don't even know this?" He cleared his throat and began to explain: "That big guy, Ji Shan, cultivates the top-tier spiritual martial art passed down from the Primordial Palace, the Primordial Body. Ever heard of it? His physical body is so strong that it is said to be able to withstand a Heaven-rank spiritual treasure. With one punch, an ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivator can be turned into mincemeat."

He pointed at Chen Nan again and continued, "That guy with the black sword, Chen Nan, cultivates the top-tier spiritual martial art passed down from the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect Technique. It integrates sword energy with Yuan power, emphasizing breaking through all techniques with a single sword strike. I've heard that when it reaches its peak, it can even cleave cracks in space itself."

The cultivator beside him was stunned, and asked again, "Then who's stronger between the two?"

Mo Leng stroked his chin, squinted at him for a moment, and slowly said, "It's hard to say. Look at the Heavenly Ranking. Chen Nan was originally ranked second, and Ji Shan was ranked third. But actually, their strength should be about the same. The reason why Chen Nan was ranked ahead of Ji Shan was simply because he was a few years younger than him."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the two teams, and commented with a touch of professionalism: "As for their true combat strength, we'll only know after they've fought. The Heavenly Ranking is ultimately just a reference."

The cultivators of the Divine Dynasty nodded repeatedly, appearing to be learning. Suddenly, someone asked curiously, "Boss, how do you compare to these two?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Leng chuckled and subconsciously touched the Qiankun bag at his waist, inside which lay a level-five sword puppet that he had just exchanged from Lan He.

To acquire this thing, he not only collected five human heads but also spent a considerable amount of Nirvana Pills, which bothered him for several days. However, when he thought about the power of the sword puppet, he felt it was all worth it.

He had personally witnessed the terror of such sword puppets back in the Heavenly Blade Ruins. A level five sword puppet was comparable to a fifth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator, and with its insensitivity to pain and fearlessness of death, it was even more troublesome than an ordinary fifth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator in a real fight.

Mo Leng withdrew his hand, a hint of fear on his face: "It was hard to say before, but now—"

He paused, raising his chin slightly: "With this thing here, I'm not afraid of the two of them."

The cultivators of the Divine Dynasty exchanged glances, their eyes filled with envy. Someone muttered under their breath, "Boss, you've really hooked up with a powerful figure—"

Mo Leng glared at him, but didn't refute him. He just chuckled and continued to look at the two people facing off in the arena.

In the arena, Chen Nan and Ji Shan stared at each other for a moment, their auras surging, and it looked like they were about to make a move!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded, making everyone's eardrums vibrate.

Everyone instinctively looked up and saw that layers upon layers of dark, ominous clouds had gathered above the City of Myriad Elephants. Silver-snake-like lightning bolts darted wildly within the clouds, emitting muffled roars, and a destructive pressure targeting the spirit and soul pressed down heavily from the heavens.

"This is... a tribulation of wind and thunder?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Someone is undergoing a tribulation of wind and thunder! Look in that direction—it's the capital of the Immortal Dynasty!"

"This aura—it's probably the Wind and Thunder Tribulation of a Fourth-Rank Celestial Talisman Master!"

The crowd instantly stirred. A Four-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master was a being comparable to a Four-Element Nirvana Realm cultivator, considered among the top combat forces in the entire Hundred Dynasties Battlefield.

Chen Nan and Ji Shan stopped what they were doing and looked up at the churning tribulation clouds.

Ji Shan narrowed his eyes: "The Immortal Dynasty—Blue River?"

Chen Nan didn't speak, but his grip on the black sword tightened slightly, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

At the city gate, everyone forgot about the upcoming duel and turned their gazes to the ongoing tribulation of lightning above Wanxiang City.

Mo Leng clicked his tongue and murmured, "Brother Lan, you've broken through again?"

Meanwhile, deep within the courtyard where the Immortal Dynasty had settled.

Lan He sat cross-legged, his body radiating a rich spiritual energy. The Divine Essence Fruit he had acquired half a month ago had been completely refined by him. In his Niwan Palace, four natal talismans slowly rotated, emitting a warm glow.

Above the quiet room, dark clouds gathered, lightning bolts darted about, and the tribulation of wind and thunder arrived as scheduled.

Lan He opened his eyes, his expression calm. With a thought, his spiritual body rose from the top of his head and hovered in mid-air.

The tribulation of wind and thunder must be withstood by the spirit and body.

boom!

A blinding bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds of tribulation, slamming into the illusory figure. The spiritual body trembled slightly, but did not dissipate; instead, it became even more solid under the baptism of the lightning.

Then came the second, third, and fourth rounds —

Each bolt of lightning was more ferocious than the last, and each wind blade was sharper than the last. The spiritual body swayed uncertainly beneath the tribulation clouds, yet it never dissipated. Instead, after each baptism, it became more condensed and purer.

Lan He sat quietly, letting the tribulation of wind and thunder cleanse his spirit and body. With his current strength, the tribulation of wind and thunder from this fourth-level Heavenly Talisman Master posed no threat whatsoever.

Finally, as the ninth bolt of lightning struck, the tribulation clouds slowly dissipated, and the sky returned to clarity.

The spiritual body hovered in mid-air, radiating a warm light, and was more than ten times more solid than before. The previously somewhat illusory figure was now clearly visible, with features identical to the physical body.

The Four-Seal Celestial Talisman Master is accomplished!