The Lan Family Ancestor, the Realm of Death Profound!

Chapter 123 The Lan Family Ancestor, the Realm of Death Profound!

Not long after, in the study of the War King's mansion.

Lan He pushed open the door and entered, seeing Lan Zhan sitting behind his desk, holding an ancient book in his hands. Although his face was still somewhat pale, he looked much more energetic than a few days ago. The sunlight streaming in from the window fell on him, revealing a rare sense of peace.

He stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Father, you wanted to see me?"

Lan Zhan looked up, saw his son, and immediately smiled, waving his hand: "Sit down, there's no need for formalities between father and son."

Lan He sat down beside him as instructed, his gaze lingering on his father's face for a moment before he asked, "Father, is your injury any better?"

"Much better, much better."

Lan Zhan patted his chest, somewhat emotionally saying, "With Mo Yun around, how could things not get better? You have no idea what kind of medicine she gave me that day—"

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something, coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this, let's not talk about this."

Lan He looked at his father's appearance and smiled slightly, but did not ask any further questions.

Lan Zhan looked him over, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. This son, who was only at the Nirvana Realm when he left home, had now returned, able to wield his sword and slay enemies even in front of Life Profound Realm experts. This growth was so rapid that even he, as his father, felt somewhat unreal.

He deliberately put on a stern face and said, "I heard you spent the night in the bamboo forest yesterday?"

Lan He paused for a moment, then quickly regained his composure and said, "My son is admiring the moon."

"Moon gazing?" Lan Zhan asked with a half-smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Moon gazing alone?"

Lan He paused for a moment, then said frankly, "—Two people."

Lan Zhan burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over, forgetting his chest injury. Halfway through his laughter, he grimaced and clutched his chest, wincing in pain, but still couldn't stop laughing: "Good, good, good, young man, I understand, I understand everything!"

Lan He looked at him helplessly, and only after he had finished laughing did he ask, "What does Father want with me?"

Lan Zhan's smile faded, and his expression became serious. He put down the ancient book in his hand and said solemnly, "Firstly, I wanted to ask about your recent situation. After the Hundred Dynasties War ended, you joined the Dao Sect and became its young leader. Has your journey been smooth? How have the people of the Dao Sect treated you?"

Lan He nodded, his tone calm yet resolute: "Everything is fine. The Dao Sect Master has treated me extremely well. When the Tianyuan Dynasty attacked, Uncle Qi Lei and Uncle Wei Sen personally led the elite troops of the Heavenly Palace to provide support, and Senior Sister Ying Xiaoxiao and Junior Sister Ying Huanhuan also went with us. Without them, the battle at Tianbei City would not have been won so easily."

Lan Zhan nodded, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He naturally knew that super sects never interfered in the struggles between dynasties, and the fact that Dao Sect had gone to such lengths for Lan He showed how much they valued him.

"That's good, that's good." He paused, his gaze falling on Lan He, his tone becoming more serious. "Secondly—did you find the Balancing Spirit Fruit in the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He's heart stirred. He naturally knew why his father had asked about this item. The ancestor in the Sword Tomb had suffered a severe injury in his battle with a Death Profound Realm elder of the Yuan Sect, and his injuries had recurred for many years, preventing him from fully recovering. The Balancing Spirit Fruit was precisely the key ingredient needed for healing.

He took out a spiritual fruit from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Lan Zhan.

The spirit fruit was entirely emerald green, about the size of a fist, with a faint sheen on its skin, radiating a warm and gentle aura. It was the Balance Spirit Fruit he had obtained in the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield.

"My son was just about to bring this up."

Lan He said, "During this Hundred Dynasties War, by sheer coincidence, we did find this item. If it weren't for the invasion of the Tianyuan Dynasty, I was prepared to return immediately after receiving Danhe's initiation at the Dao Sect and deliver this fruit to our ancestor."

Lan Zhan looked at the spiritual fruit, a flicker of barely suppressed excitement in his eyes. He then nodded and said with satisfaction, "Good, good. In that case, you shall personally deliver it to the Sword Tomb and give it to the Ancestor."

"Our ancestor has been in seclusion for many years, always thinking of you. Now that you have achieved Nirvana and severed the Xuan of Life, bringing glory to our Immortal Dynasty, it is time for him to see with his own eyes what kind of person our Lan family has produced."

Lan He paused for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, I will send this to the Ancestor tomorrow."

Lan Zhan smiled slightly and patted his shoulder. It was a rare moment of warmth between father and son, and the atmosphere in the room softened a bit.

However, the next moment, Lan Zhan suddenly leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and lowered his voice, saying, "By the way, that Ling Qingzhu—how far have you two gotten?"

Blue River:

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He remained silent for a moment, then stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "If Father has nothing else to say, I will take my leave now."

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"Hey, don't go!"

Lan Zhan shouted from behind, "I'm just showing concern! Is it wrong to show concern?!"

The next day, three hundred miles outside the capital.

A continuous, verdant mountain range stretches across the sky and earth. It is shrouded in a light mist all year round, with steep mountains and deep ravines. Even the people of the Immortal Dynasty rarely set foot here.

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Two streaks of light pierced the sky, passed through layers of mist, and finally came to a stop in front of a secluded valley, revealing their forms.

It was Lan He and Ling Qingzhu.

Lan He raised his eyes to gaze into the depths of the secluded valley, where the faint flow of sword intent lingered, sharp and desolate. His expression was solemn as he straightened his robes, turned to Ling Qingzhu, and said softly, "We've arrived. Follow me."

Ling Qingzhu nodded slightly, her cool face revealing no emotion, only a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes.

The two walked side by side into the valley, their steps steady, without uttering a word.

As they ventured deeper, the view suddenly opened up before them. An invisible barrier stretched out before them, with faint ripples flowing around it, exuding an ancient and vast aura.

Lan He stepped forward, respectfully clasped his hands in a salute, and said loudly, "Junior Lan He, accompanied by my friend Ling Qingzhu, has come to pay respects to the Ancestor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the barrier trembled slightly, then parted to the sides like a tide, revealing a path leading into the valley.

The two passed through the barrier and entered the valley. Everywhere they looked, there were broken swords. Countless broken swords were scattered everywhere, like a forgotten swordsman's abode.

On a huge blue stone in the valley, an old man in white robes sat cross-legged.

His beard and hair were all white, like frost and snow, falling to his chest, yet his complexion was ruddy, and his eyes were bright and piercing, showing no signs of old age. He sat there quietly, his aura peaceful and restrained, yet he possessed an imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.

The old man raised his eyes, his gaze first falling on Lan He, a hint of relief and affection flashing in his eyes; then he moved to Ling Qingzhu, looked her over for a moment, nodded slightly, and his eyes showed more approval.

He smiled slightly, his voice aged yet gentle: "Young man, it's been a long time."

"I heard you used your immortal sword technique to kill several people at the Life Profound Realm on the border? Not bad, you haven't tarnished my reputation."

Lan He stepped forward, respectfully clasped his hands in a salute, and said with an unchanged expression, "It is all thanks to the ancestor's excellent guidance; this junior dares not take credit."

He paused, then took out the warm, emerald-green spiritual fruit from his robes and presented it with both hands: "I have come here today at my father's request to deliver something to our ancestor."

The Lan family patriarch's gaze fell upon the spiritual fruit, and he paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "This is—the Balance Spiritual Fruit?"

He reached out and took it, examined it carefully for a moment, then looked up at Lan He, his expression showing a hint of emotion.

He knew better than anyone how useful this item was for his injuries. However, this spiritual fruit was extremely rare, and he had never mentioned it to his juniors, nor had he ever asked Lan Zhan to search for medicine for him.

Unexpectedly—

He sighed softly, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "Your father—is very thoughtful."

Lan He smiled slightly, then said earnestly, "This is all from the juniors. Ancestor, since this item is useful to you, please take it immediately. Your recovery will be the greatest blessing for our Immortal Dynasty."

The Lan family patriarch looked up at him, his eyes full of satisfaction. Without any hesitation or refusal, he reached out and took the spiritual fruit: "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

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Having said that, he sat cross-legged and put the Balance Fruit into his mouth. The fruit melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm yet powerful energy that surged into his limbs and bones in an instant.

The ancestor closed his eyes slightly, and the energy within his body began to surge violently.

He had been in seclusion for many years, and his foundation had long been profound. In his battle with that elder of the Yuan Sect back then, although he escaped by chance, he himself was invaded by a strange death aura.

The deathly aura, like a bone-deep infection, intertwined with his own life force, forming a strange balance. This balance, while preserving his life, also prevented him from breaking through that shackle, trapping him at the peak of the Life Profound Realm for decades without making any progress.

At the Life Profound Realm, one controls the vital energy of heaven and earth. The denser the vital energy within one's body, the deeper one's cultivation, even to the point of regenerating severed limbs and bringing the dead back to life. However, the death energy within him was like a thorn, relentlessly suppressing his vitality and preventing him from achieving perfection.

Now that the Balance Spirit Fruit has entered his body, its warm energy is heading straight for the death energy that has been entangled in his body for many years.

When the two forces met, it was like a clash between water and fire. The death energy seemed to sense the danger and began to resist frantically, engaging in a tug-of-war with the energy of the Balance Spirit Fruit.

The Lan family patriarch sat firmly as a mountain, his mind focused on his body, guiding the gentle energy to gradually erode and dissolve the stubborn death energy.

Time passed by, second by second.

The valley was silent, except for the fluctuations of energy emanating from the ancestor's body, rising and falling like the tides.

Lan He and Ling Qingzhu exchanged a glance.

Ling Qingzhu's gaze sharpened slightly, and she transmitted her voice, "Won't there be any problems?"

Lan He shook his head slightly, his expression calm: "It's alright. If anything changes, I will intervene."

Before he could finish speaking...

The ancestor's face suddenly flushed red, and his aura began to surge wildly. The life force that had resided within him for hundreds of years, like a raging fire, began to surge and transform violently. A deep and suppressed aura emanated from his body, completely different from his previous vibrant vitality.

In the valley, countless broken swords began to hum, as if sensing something, their blades trembling and emitting bursts of sword cries.

Lan He's gaze sharpened, and he raised his hand to press down on the hilt of his sword.

At that very moment—

"Hahaha!"

A long roar shook the heavens, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, echoing throughout the entire valley.

Amidst the roar, an incomparably vast aura surged forth from the ancestor's body, soaring straight into the clouds. The strength of that aura far surpassed that of the Perfected Life Profound Realm, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of oppression, sweeping out like a tidal wave.

Death Realm!

The Death Profound Realm grants control over the death energy of heaven and earth. At this stage, the life force within the body begins to transform into death energy, and with every gesture, death energy can be unleashed to erode all things. Compared to the Life Profound Realm, this is the truly terrifying power.

Countless broken swords rang out with a clang, some even rising from the ground and swirling in the air, as if paying homage to their king.

The ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light, like two drawn swords that made people afraid to look directly at him. His aura was as deep and boundless as the sea, surging endlessly, and he seemed to have become decades younger, with a ruddy complexion and vigorous spirit.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the surging power within him, far surpassing what he had experienced before, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

The shackles that had bound us for decades have finally been broken today.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed loudly again, his laughter filled with joy and pride.

They actually broke through!

Upon seeing this, Lan He's eyes flashed with surprise. Although he knew that the Balancing Spirit Fruit could heal his ancestor's injuries, he did not expect it to help him break through that barrier and directly enter the Death Profound Realm.

It seems that the knowledge accumulated by our ancestors was even more profound than I had imagined.

Ling Qingzhu, standing to the side, glanced at him with a hint of surprise.

Even within the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, the Death Profound Realm is enough to place one among the truly high-ranking members. A powerhouse at this level holds a position even higher than the seven peak masters within the palace, representing the true foundation of the sect.

If news of this Lan family patriarch were to reach the palace, it would likely cause quite a stir.

A moment later, "After decades of seclusion, my chronic illness has finally been cured, and the bitterness has finally given way to happiness."

The Lan family patriarch sighed, his smile fading as his gaze fell upon Lan He, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pleasure. He waved his hand dismissively, his tone magnanimous: "Young man, I'm in a good mood today. Whatever you want, just say the word. As long as I have it, feel free to ask!"

Upon hearing this, Lan He's eyes lit up slightly. Without any hesitation, he cupped his hands and said, "Since the Ancestor says so, then this junior will dare to ask. I want all the Heavenly Rank spiritual treasures in the Sword Tomb."

The old ancestor's smile froze instantly.

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He stared at Lan He for a long time, his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter, "He certainly knows how to ask for an exorbitant amount."

Despite this, he did not hesitate for a moment and raised his hand to wave.

hum!

Deep within the valley, within the Sword Tomb, dozens of sword lights roared out, coiling like a long dragon, and finally hovered neatly in front of Lan He.

The Lan family patriarch waved his hand grandly and said, "Take it all! All the Heavenly-Rank spiritual treasures from the Sword Tomb are here, so don't say I'm stingy!"

Upon seeing this, a smile immediately appeared in Lan He's eyes.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand, and the longswords fell before him like weary birds returning to their nest, arranged neatly. He examined them carefully for a moment, then began to select one by one.

During this process, the smile on his face grew wider and wider. Although these longswords had some flaws, their foundation was still intact. With his current skill in weapon crafting, repairing them would not be difficult.

After a moment, he selected twenty of the better-quality ones and left the rest, which were severely damaged, untouched.

Forty celestial-grade spiritual treasures, combined with pure primordial treasures, were arranged into a celestial sword formation.

This is the limit he can currently handle.

Adding more would actually disrupt the operation of the sword formation.

Lan He withdrew his hand, looked at the ancestor, and smiled as he cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Ancestor, this is enough."

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