: Comprehending the Heavenly Scripture in 3 Days, Aspiring to Become the Sect Master!

Chapter 106 Three Days to Comprehend the Heavenly Scripture, Aspiring to Become the Sect Master!

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Lan He closed his eyes, carefully sensing for a moment, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face. The sword energy he had devoured was still flowing within his body, intertwining and fusing with the power of the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique, making his understanding of this strike even clearer.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and exclaimed with genuine admiration, "Senior Sister, the taste of the Heavenly Emperor Sutra is truly wonderful—"

Ying Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, but did not reply. Her usually cool eyes now held a hint of scrutiny and seriousness.

Lan He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression becoming more serious, and continued, "Just now, through my perception, I discovered that the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique that I cultivate should be two equally powerful martial arts. Each has its own merits, and both are incredibly profound."

He paused, then looked at Ying Xiaoxiao with an honest gaze: "It's just that by chance, I devoured the Taotie's primordial spirit in an ancient ruin, thus forging the Taotie's primordial spirit. Because of this, when I use this Devouring Creation Technique created by observing the Taotie, it is extremely compatible with my own, and its power is naturally a notch stronger."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the surrounding area.

The Taotie Primordial Spirit? The Taotie, the leader of the Four Ancient Fiends? This kid actually devoured something like that?

Countless gazes fell upon Lan He once more, their contempt vanishing, replaced by undisguised shock and apprehension.

Lan He seemed oblivious to the gazes directed at him, maintaining a calm expression as he looked at Ying Xiaoxiao, his tone sincere: "The fact that my sword was swallowed just now wasn't because the Heavenly Emperor Scripture was inferior to my technique. The Heavenly Emperor Scripture is one of the four great scriptures of the Dao Sect, and it has its unique strengths. However—"

He paused slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "The one who used the Emperor's Scripture is simply not strong enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's expression froze.

Is this kid saying that Senior Sister is too weak?

"How arrogant! Sis, don't stop me, I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

Ying Huanhuan immediately bristled, her red dress fluttering, her pretty face turning bright red. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she raised her foot to rush forward, looking as if she wanted to beat Lan He to a pulp on the spot.

However, she had just taken a step when Ying Xiaoxiao gently stopped her with her hand.

"Sis!" Ying Huanhuan turned around in dissatisfaction, struggling a couple of times, but found her sister's hand as steady as a rock, not moving an inch. "He's already so arrogant, how can you still tolerate it?"

Ying Xiaoxiao shook her head. Zi Guang looked at his sister calmly, his tone gentle but undeniable: "You are no match for him."

Ying Huanhuan choked, her eyes widening as she tried to retort, but she noticed a seriousness in her sister's gaze that she rarely saw.

That look made her instinctively shut her mouth.

She was indeed only at the peak of the Seventh Nirvana Realm, her cultivation was inferior to her sister's, and her mastery of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture was far behind. However, she wielded the Heavenly Palace's supreme treasure, a mid-grade pure Yuan treasure, the Heavenly Phoenix Harp.

That was one of the few pure Yuan treasures in the Dao Sect, possessing boundless power. If she were to use that treasure, she was confident that she could fight against an Eighth Yuan Nirvana Realm cultivator, and even surpass those veteran direct disciples.

Ying Xiaoxiao seemed to see through her thoughts, her tone became even sterner, and a glint of uncompromising light flashed in her eyes: "You are not allowed to use the Heavenly Phoenix Zither."

Ying Huanhuan's eyes widened, her face full of indignation: "Why?"

"You think you can use a Pure Yuan Treasure to deal with a mere new junior disciple?"

Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at her indifferently, her gaze carrying a hint of helplessness, but even more so, the authority of the senior disciple. "If word gets out, what will become of the Heavenly Palace's reputation?"

She paused, her tone softening slightly, but still leaving no room for argument: "Besides, you haven't mastered the Heavenly Emperor Scripture yet. Forcibly activating the Heavenly Phoenix Harp carries too much risk of backlash. It's not worth it for a mere squabble."

Ying Huanhuan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't refute it at all.

She could only glare at Lan He resentfully, grit her teeth, and retreat, her eyes conveying a clear message: "You just wait."

The meaning.

The disciples watching from the sidelines exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to react.

"Haha, truly a young prodigy!"

Just then, a hearty laugh rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qi Lei arrive through the air, landing beside Lan He and patting him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Everyone, this is Lan He, our newest disciple of the Dao Sect. He is the champion of the Hundred Dynasties War, and I'm sure many of you have heard of him."

These words immediately sparked a murmur of discussion among those around them.

"The champion of a hundred dynasties? That's the one—"

"That ruthless man who destroyed three super dynasties and slaughtered over two hundred people?"

"Blue River—Old Demon Blue? So it was him!"

"No wonder she dared to challenge Senior Sister, she certainly has a lot of guts."

Upon hearing this, Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with surprise, and her gaze toward Lan He became more scrutinizing. Although she had heard about the Hundred Dynasties War, she never expected that the legendary "human butcher" was actually the white-clad youth before her.

Ying Huanhuan's eyes widened even more. She leaned close to her sister's ear and whispered, "Sis, is he that butcher? No wonder he's so ruthless—"

"Don't talk nonsense." Ying Xiaoxiao gently patted her sister, her tone helpless. "What do you mean by 'cruel'? From now on, we'll be fellow disciples."

Ying Huanhuan stuck out her tongue and muttered softly, "That's right—the battle record was so scary, I thought he was a blue-faced, fanged demon, but I didn't expect him to be quite good-looking—"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance at Lan He a few more times.

Qi Lei chuckled and looked around, then said loudly, "Everyone, disperse. There's nothing to see here. Lan He is new here; there will be plenty of opportunities to get to know him later."

The disciples who had been watching gradually dispersed, but the discussions continued unabated.

Qi Lei turned to Ying Xiaoxiao and said with a smile, "Xiaoxiao, I'm leaving this kid in your hands. Take him to familiarize himself with the Heavenly Palace, and also arrange for him to enter the Martial Arts Hall to study the Heavenly Emperor Scripture."

"Yes, Uncle Qi Lei."

Ying Xiaoxiao nodded slightly. As the senior disciple of the Heavenly Palace, she held a superior position and did not need to address Qi Lei as Palace Master like other disciples, but directly called him Martial Uncle.

Qi Lei nodded in satisfaction, glanced at Lan He again, and then stepped into the air and flew away.

Ying Xiaoxiao turned to look at Lan He, her expression calm as still water: "Come with me, I'll take you to the Martial Arts Hall."

Lan He nodded and followed.

The two had only taken a few steps when they heard soft footsteps behind them. Ying Huanhuan skipped and hopped after them, squeezing next to her sister, her beautiful eyes darting restlessly towards Lan He.

She would steal a glance, then quickly look away, only to be unable to resist glancing at it again a moment later.

At the same time, a barely perceptible voice transmission quietly entered Ying Xiaoxiao's ears: "Sister, he's not like the rumors say—he's actually quite good-looking, but his mouth is too sharp. He just said you weren't strong enough, how annoying—"

Ying Xiaoxiao remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything, and continued walking with unhurried steps.

Lan He suddenly stopped, turned to look at Ying Huanhuan, and smiled slightly, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile: "Junior Sister Huanhuan."

Ying Huanhuan was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Your cultivation is still shallow." Lan He's tone was gentle, but a hint of mischief lurked in his eyes. "I can hear your telepathic communication."

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Ying Huanhuan froze on the spot, her pretty face turning bright red at a visible speed, even her ears turned pink.

"Huh? You—you heard that?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Lan He smiled without saying a word, only nodding slightly.

Ying Huanhuan's eyes widened, her mind racing back to the words she had just uttered—"She's quite pretty," "She has such a sharp tongue," "How annoying!"

God!

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground right then and there. She stomped her foot, threw down the words "I didn't say anything," and ran away in a flash, her red dress drawing a frantic arc in the wind.

Only Ying Xiaoxiao and Lan He remained in the same spot.

Ying Xiaoxiao watched her younger sister's fleeing figure and sighed helplessly. She turned around and looked at Lan He, her tone tinged with apology: "My younger sister is young and doesn't know any better. She speaks without thinking. If she has offended anyone, I hope you will forgive her, junior brother."

Lan He smiled slightly and waved his hand: "It's alright, Junior Sister Huanhuan is innocent and lively, quite adorable."

Upon hearing this, Ying Xiaoxiao's expression relaxed slightly, and she nodded: "It's good that Junior Brother doesn't mind."

"Let's go, the Heavenly Palace's Martial Arts Hall is just ahead."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't delay any longer. With a swift movement, she stepped into the air and flew away into the distance. Seeing this, Lan He quickly followed.

The Heavenly Palace was extremely vast, with dozens of towering peaks piercing the clouds, shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland. From those peaks, the faint sounds of martial arts practice could be heard, and a vibrant, youthful energy filled the sky.

Led by Ying Xiaoxiao, the two flew for about ten minutes before finally landing on a giant peak near the center of the Heavenly Palace.

At the top of the mountain stands a huge, ancient stone tower.

The stone tower was surrounded by bluestone, and stone paths made of piled rubble extended outwards, leading to various parts of the mountain. At this time, many disciples of the Heavenly Palace were coming and going. When they saw Ying Xiaoxiao and her companion landing, a strange look flashed in their eyes. They were obviously curious about who this man who could accompany their senior sister was.

Ying Xiaoxiao ignored those gazes and led Lan He straight into the stone tower.

The tower's interior was extremely spacious, with ancient stone tablets standing silently, each emanating faint fluctuations of Yuan energy, clearly recording various martial arts techniques collected by the Heavenly Palace throughout the ages. From low to high, layer by layer, the aura emanating from the stone tablets became increasingly profound the higher one climbed.

Ying Xiaoxiao stopped and pointed to the stone steps leading to higher ground, saying softly, "The Heavenly Emperor Scripture is on the top floor. The stone tablets below record spiritual martial arts and superior creation martial arts. If you are interested, Junior Brother, you can study them here first."

Lan He glanced at the stone tablets, but simply shook his head slightly: "No need. I came here only for the Heavenly Emperor Scripture."

Ying Xiaoxiao nodded without saying anything more, then turned around and led him up the stone steps.

The stone tower ascended layer by layer, and the higher they went, the heavier the oppressive aura in the air became. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two finally reached the top floor.

This level of space is much smaller than the lower level, yet it appears even more solemn and majestic. In the very center, a huge stone tablet stands silently, its surface densely covered with golden characters. These characters seem almost alive, faintly shimmering with light and exuding an ancient and awe-inspiring aura.

Beside the stone tablet, an old man in a gray robe sat cross-legged. His thin figure was like a withered tree, and if one did not see him with their own eyes, one would hardly notice his presence.

Ying Xiaoxiao stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said softly, "Disciple Ying Xiaoxiao greets Martial Uncle."

She straightened up and explained her purpose: "This is my newly initiated junior brother Lan He, who has come to study the Heavenly Emperor Scripture on the orders of the Palace Master."

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Lan He also stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

The gray-robed old man slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze falling on Lan He. After a moment, a look of surprise appeared on his aged face.

"Oh?" The old man let out a soft exclamation, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes. "Seventh-level Nirvana Realm, and you've already condensed a primordial spirit? Interesting, very interesting."

He sized up Lan He, nodded slightly, and pointed to the stone tablet behind him: "Go, how much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny."

Ying Xiaoxiao turned to look at Lan He and said softly, "Junior Brother, you can go and study with peace of mind. I will stay here and wait for you to come out."

She paused, her tone softening slightly: "The Heavenly Emperor Scripture is profound and unparalleled. There's no need to rush; just gradually comprehend it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

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Lan He nodded, bowed respectfully, and turned to walk towards the huge stone tablet.

Ying Xiaoxiao watched his retreating figure, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

This newly initiated junior brother, without having cultivated the four great scriptures of the Dao Sect, was able to fight her to such an extent at the Seventh Nirvana Realm. If he were to cultivate the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, to what extent would his strength increase?

By then, the next sect competition will be held—

She withdrew her gaze, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. This newly initiated junior brother might truly bring something different to the Dao Sect.

She found a spot next to the stone tablet, sat down cross-legged, and waited quietly.

Lan He sat before the stone tablet inscribed with the Emperor's Scripture, his gaze fixed on the ancient characters that shimmered with golden light. The characters seemed alive, dancing and flowing before his eyes, transforming into mysterious trajectories that slowly sank into the depths of his mind.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three days, Lan He remained motionless, like a statue. Only in his deep eyes did a fleeting golden light occasionally flash, indicating that he was completely absorbed in comprehending the incomparably profound Heavenly Emperor Scripture.

Ying Xiaoxiao stayed by his side the whole time, occasionally opening her eyes to look at the motionless white-clad figure before closing them again to regulate her breathing.

She wasn't in a hurry. Comprehending the Heavenly Emperor Scripture naturally takes time. Back then, it took her a full three months to fully understand this extraordinary scripture.

Three months without food, drink, or sleep may not seem like much to a Nirvana Realm cultivator, but the torment and struggle she endured during that time remain vivid in her memory.

Although this junior brother is highly talented, it will probably take at least three months.

With that thought in mind, she continued to wait quietly.

On the morning of the fourth day.

Lan He suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden glint flashed in them.

Ying Xiaoxiao noticed the movement, quickly got up, and walked briskly to his side, saying softly, "Junior Brother, are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while? Or have you encountered some difficulties in your comprehension?"

Her tone was gentle, carrying a hint of understanding from someone who had been through it all. After all, the Heavenly Emperor Scripture was profound and difficult to understand, and encountering bottlenecks on the first attempt was perfectly normal. When she herself had reached the seventh day of comprehension, she had also been lost for a time, and it took her a full half month to barely break through that barrier.

Lan He shook his head and slowly stood up.

He glanced at Ying Xiaoxiao, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile that conveyed a sense of composure and confidence.

The next instant, he formed a hand seal, and his internal energy suddenly began to circulate!

A sharp and vast aura swept out from his body. The purity and power of that aura were completely different from the strange devouring power before, yet it was equally terrifying. It was clearly the unique fluctuation of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture!

Ying Xiaoxiao's pupils suddenly contracted, and the gentle expression on her face instantly froze, replaced by unbelievable shock.

"This—this is—"

She instinctively took a half step back, staring intently at Lan He, speechless for a moment.

Three days, just three days.

The Emperor Sutra that took her three months to comprehend back then, he only took three days?

How is that possible?

The gray-robed elder slowly opened his eyes. A rare glint of shrewdness flashed in those cloudy old eyes. He scrutinized Lan He, his gaze seemingly piercing through him, and after a long while, he slowly uttered a single sentence: "The younger generation is truly formidable, truly formidable indeed—"

He stroked his beard, a look of emotion appearing on his aged face: "I have guarded this tower for a hundred years and have seen countless geniuses, but you are the first to comprehend the Heavenly Emperor Scripture in three days."

Ying Xiaoxiao stood to the side, speechless for a long time.

She suddenly remembered that just three days ago, she was secretly looking forward to what the next sect competition would be like after Lan He mastered the Heavenly Emperor Scripture.

But I never expected that day would come so soon.

"Thank you for protecting me, Senior Sister."

Lan He smiled slightly, then concealed his aura and bowed to Ying Xiaoxiao.

Ying Xiaoxiao waved her hand instinctively, somewhat flustered, and said, "No need, no need, Junior Brother, you—"

She paused, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the shock in her heart, but still couldn't help but say, "With your talent, you'll probably surpass me soon. This senior sister of the Heavenly Palace will be yours sooner or later, and I—"

She was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly realized what she had said and quickly stopped talking, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Upon hearing this, Lan He shook his head and said sincerely, "Senior Sister, you flatter me. The reason I was able to comprehend the Heavenly Emperor Scripture in three days was simply because I had some fortuitous encounters before and gained some insights into martial arts. In terms of practical experience and application of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, I am far inferior to Senior Sister."

He paused, then chuckled, "Besides, I have no interest in Senior Sister's position. Senior Sister, you should just sit there."

"But----"

Ying Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, her tone serious, "In our Dao Sect's Four Halls, strength reigns supreme. Now that you've joined the Heavenly Hall and comprehended the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, the position of Senior Brother will be yours sooner or later. Whether you like it or not, that's the rule."

Upon hearing this, Lan He smiled and shook his head unhurriedly: "Who said I was going to join the Heavenly Palace?"

Ying Xiaoxiao was stunned, her eyes filled with astonishment.

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