With a clear mind, he transcends the tribulation of lightning, leaping through nine seal

Chapter 124 With a clear mind, he transcends the tribulation of lightning and leaps to the gate of immortality with nine seals!

"There are still a dozen or so here, don't you want them?"

The Lan family patriarch stroked his beard and smiled, his gaze falling on the pile of unselected longswords. With his current cultivation level, having broken through the Death Profound Realm, these broken Heaven-Rank spiritual treasures were of little use to him, and leaving them in the Sword Tomb would only cause them to gather dust.

"No need," Lan He shook his head and smiled. "These spiritual treasures are too damaged. Even if I obtained them, I would find it difficult to repair them to their original state. What I have now is enough."

"Fine, then I'll stay here."

The Lan family patriarch didn't press the matter. He waved his hand and said, "I need to go into seclusion to consolidate my breakthrough. I won't keep you any longer. Go now."

With that, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle breeze swept over them, enveloping Lan He and Ling Qingzhu.

The scenery flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, the two had landed steadily outside the valley entrance.

Lan He steadied himself and turned to look at Ling Qingzhu beside him. Sunlight filtered through the mountain mist, casting a faint golden glow on her cool profile.

He smiled slightly and said softly, "Let's go."

"Mm." Ling Qingzhu nodded and followed beside him, the two walking side by side toward the outside of the mountain.

The mountain path is quiet, with ancient trees reaching for the sky on both sides. Occasionally, birdsong can be heard from the forest, making the place even more serene.

Lan He suddenly remembered something and turned his head to ask, "By the way, Qingzhu, how long did your master say we could stay outside the palace this time?"

Ling Qingzhu's eyes flickered slightly, and she said calmly, "My master said that I should travel around and broaden my horizons. I can return whenever I want; there is no set date."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Lan He's eyes as he turned to look at her. "Then how about you come with me to the Dao Sect?"

He reached out and gently took her slightly cool little hand in his.

Ling Qingzhu's fingers trembled slightly, but she did not pull them back. Instead, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "No—Master will find out."

Lan He leaned slightly closer to her ear, his voice low and tinged with a mischievous smile: "Shall we do it secretly?"

A warm breath brushed against her ear, and Ling Qingzhu stiffened slightly, her ears visibly flushing crimson. She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, pursed her lips, but still shook her head: "No—"

Seeing her like this, Lan He didn't press her. He just sighed and said with a smile, "If this won't work and that won't work, then you'll have to make it up to me tonight."

Ling Qingzhu paused slightly, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes, as if she didn't quite understand what he meant. She tilted her head, asking somewhat bewilderedly, "Compensation?"

Lanhe leaned down and whispered something in her ear.

The voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it.

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu's face flushed instantly, even her neck turning a light pink. She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she remained silent, offering neither words nor refusal.

Looking at her like this, Lan He couldn't help but smile faintly.

A woman like Ling Qingzhu is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

At first glance, her aloofness and coldness can indeed ignite a strong desire in a man to conquer her. But if he truly wins her heart, she will drop all her defenses and become so gentle and submissive that it's heartbreaking.

Such a woman is truly every man's dream.

For the next few days, after Lan He and Ling Qingzhu confessed their feelings to each other, the two stayed together and were inseparable.

During the day, they would travel together through the mountains and rivers on the outskirts of the capital, and at night they would enjoy the moon and chat in the bamboo forest.

Everyone in the War King's Mansion knew that the young master was very close to the young master of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, but no one said anything. After all, the young master's temperament and appearance were so perfect that anyone who saw him would have to say they were a match made in heaven.

Ling Qingzhu remained aloof, but when she was beside Lan He, the gentleness in her eyes was undeniable. She didn't say much, but always quietly stayed by his side. Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and there would be an unspoken understanding that no one else could penetrate.

These days are peaceful and beautiful.

Until one day.

The Daoist junior sister, who couldn't hold back any longer and was the beloved daughter of the sect leader Ying Xuanzi, finally couldn't restrain herself and took the initiative to invite the two of them to a courtyard in the War King's Mansion in order to win back her senior brother.

In a quiet courtyard of the War King's Mansion.

Lan He and Ling Qingzhu sat side by side, with a low table in front of them, on which were placed tea and snacks.

Opposite her, Ying Huanhuan sat gracefully behind the zither table, her hands resting on the strings, her small face showing a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Today, she had specially changed into a light pink dress, which made her look charming and lovely.

She cleared her throat and said in a clear, crisp voice, "Senior brother, I recently learned a new piece of music. Would you like to play it for me?"

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Ling Qingzhu beside her, a hint of competition flashing in her eyes.

Lan He smiled slightly and nodded: "Okay, I'm all ears."

Ying Xiaoxiao, who was standing to the side, held her teacup and glanced at her sister indifferently, without exposing her little scheme.

The melodious sound of the zither flowed through the courtyard.

Ying Huanhuan's fingers flew across the strings, producing clear and melodious music like the tinkling of a spring. She played with exceptional care, her fingering skillful, and each note exuded a youthful liveliness and charm.

Occasionally, she would glance up at Lan He, her eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and a subtle, almost imperceptible, rivalry.

She specifically chose this piece of music to show her senior brother that she wasn't just a mischievous troublemaker.

Lan He listened quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on him. A gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of flowers from the courtyard.

The teacup in front of me was still steaming, and everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

His originally upright posture had relaxed slightly at some point, his shoulders were no longer tense, and he adopted a lazy posture.

Those chaotic thoughts gradually settled down in the sound of the piano.

He recalled the exhilarating battle atop Tianbei City, the powerful enemies who had fallen beneath his sword, his anxiety when his father was gravely wounded, and the relief he felt when Elder Moyun had come to his rescue.

But all of that is in the past.

With the fall of the Yuanmen leader and the annihilation of the Three Elders of Tianyuan, the threat to the Immortal Dynasty has vanished.

He and the woman he loved confessed their feelings to each other and pledged their love.

All the burdens and pressures were lifted at this moment.

The music continued, clear and melodious, like a gentle hand lightly stroking his long-tense nerves.

Lanhe's gaze gradually became vacant, his clear eyes seeming to pierce through the scene before him and look towards a distant and peaceful place.

His eyes lowered slightly, and he was completely immersed in an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

Soon after, the music faded, and the last note slowly dissipated into the air.

Ying Huanhuan stopped, looked up at Lan He, and was about to ask a question when she suddenly froze.

Lan He's gaze remained fixed on her, yet it seemed to penetrate her, looking towards some distant place. Her usually clear eyes now appeared empty and profound, her entire being immersed in a peaceful tranquility.

He remained in the same posture as when listening to the zither, sitting lazily cross-legged on the futon, but his body no longer made any movement.

It seemed to have merged into the whole world.

"Senior brother?" Ying Huanhuan called out tentatively.

no respond.

Ying Xiaoxiao's expression hardened, she put down her teacup, and was about to speak.

Ling Qingzhu suddenly raised her hand and gently pressed down on her arm, whispering, "Don't disturb him."

She looked at Lan He, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "He—seems to have entered a strange state. If I'm not mistaken, he must have had an epiphany."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present was stunned.

Although the cultivation path in the Tianxuan Continent is based on arduous training, there is no shortage of opportunities. Especially for the talisman master, the most important thing is spiritual enlightenment; sometimes a sudden enlightenment is better than ten years of hard training.

At this very moment, Lan He unexpectedly entered such a rare realm. Although no one knew exactly what he had comprehended, everyone understood what this meant for a talisman master.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

The three women exchanged glances, a hint of joy flashing in their eyes.

Lan He remained lounging cross-legged on the futon, his eyes finally closing slowly in this relaxed and comfortable state.

Darkness enveloped our vision.

However, Lan He's mind was as clear as a lamp at this moment.

He could clearly sense the entire capital, the presence of everyone in the War King's mansion, the busy servants, the patrolling guards, and the cultivators excitedly discussing yesterday's great victory.

He could feel their intense excitement, pride, and anticipation for the future.

That intense emotion surged like a tide, making Lanhe feel a burning warmth emanating from his heart, as warm as the blazing sun.

That feeling suddenly felt very comfortable.

Soon after, the news spread.

Lan Zhan, Qi Lei, Wei Sen, Mo Yun, and others rushed to the courtyard. Lan Zhan was about to step forward to observe when Qi Lei raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't disturb my junior apprentice."

Qi Lei whispered, his gaze falling on Lan He, a mixture of seriousness and surprise flashing in his eyes, "This is—an epiphany?"

Wei Sen stared for a moment, then nodded, his smile fading slightly: "It is indeed a state of sudden enlightenment. I never expected this kid to have such an opportunity."

He paused, as if remembering something, and said softly, "According to the records of my Daoist ancestors, the path of the talisman master places the greatest emphasis on spiritual enlightenment. It is often in the moments of life and death, or of great joy and sorrow, that the mind is most easily stirred, allowing one to comprehend the universe and thus break through to a higher realm."

Upon hearing this, Qi Lei glanced thoughtfully at Lan He, then at Ling Qingzhu beside him, and suddenly realized, "So, it must be the events of the Immortal Dynasty that have caused my nephew's turmoil. First, Father was seriously injured, and the dynasty was in danger; then came a series of battles, during which powerful enemies were slain; now that the crisis has been resolved, there is now—"

He coughed lightly and didn't continue speaking, but his meaning was already clear.

Wei Sen smiled slightly and stroked his beard, saying, "That's right. The tension I was under earlier has suddenly eased, making it easier for my mind to enter that mysterious state. This kid certainly knows how to pick his timing."

The group exchanged glances, took a few steps back in unison, and dispersed, setting up barriers around the courtyard.

A soft light rose up, enveloping the entire courtyard and isolating it from all external disturbances.

time flies.

One day, two days, three days.

Lan He sat there quietly, motionless, like a stone statue. If it weren't for his steady breathing, one would almost think that something had happened to him.

Outside the courtyard, several figures stood silently waiting.

Lan Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Qi Lei sat cross-legged to one side, closing his eyes to rest, occasionally opening them to look into the barrier. Wei Sen was still smiling, but his smile was a little fainter than usual.

Mo Yun stood beside Ling Qingzhu, his expression indifferent, but his gaze occasionally swept over Lan He's figure.

Ying Huanhuan squatted in the corner, resting her chin on her hand, her little face full of worry: "It's been three days—why hasn't Senior Brother woken up yet?"

Ying Xiaoxiao gently reassured her, "The longer the enlightenment takes, the greater the gain. Don't rush."

Ling Qingzhu didn't speak, but simply gazed at the figure, a gentle look hidden deep in her eyes.

Just then—

boom!

A thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up at once, their pupils shrinking sharply.

The once clear sky was now filled with churning dark clouds, layers upon layers of thunderclouds rapidly gathering and obscuring the sunlight. Within the clouds, lightning flashed, and two thick bolts of lightning could be seen moving within them, radiating a chilling pressure.

"This is... the Tribulation of Wind and Thunder?" Qi Lei suddenly stood up, his face full of shock.

Wei Sen's smile vanished completely, replaced by a solemn expression: "A Heavenly Talisman Master's Wind and Thunder Tribulation? And—two of them?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lan He suddenly opened his eyes within the barrier.

Those eyes, at that moment, shone like stars, radiating a sharp light.

He showed no panic, but simply looked up at the churning thunderclouds in the sky, a faint smile slowly spreading across his lips.

One moment of enlightenment, three days of meditation.

Within the Niwan Palace, nine natal talismans slowly rotated, radiating dazzling light. These were the marks of the Nine-Seal Talisman Master, the fruits of his three days of enlightenment.

However, this is not enough.

He also had an unexpected bonus.

Lan He slowly raised his hand and gently waved his sleeve.

An invisible sound wave emanated from his fingertips, silent and still, yet it unleashed astonishing power the instant it touched the two bolts of lightning.

Boom!

The next instant, a deafening explosion resounded through the sky.

The lightning tribulation that was struck by the finger force seemed to have millions of thunderbolts buried inside it. It exploded from its core, and violent lightning scattered everywhere, even shaking apart another lightning tribulation.

The two tribulations of wind and thunder, which would have made any Nine Seal Heavenly Talisman Master take them seriously, collapsed and disintegrated instantly in front of that tiny finger strike, like a powder keg that had been detonated.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone again.

Outside the courtyard, everyone was stunned.

Qi Lei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. Wei Sen's solemn expression froze, replaced by disbelief. Lan Zhan's eyes widened, and he almost forgot to breathe.

Ying Huanhuan covered her mouth, her little face full of shock: "Senior Brother...you dispersed the lightning tribulation?"

Ying Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and remained silent.

Ling Qingzhu's eyes flickered as she gazed at the white-clad figure, a faint smile curving her lips.

This is her man.

Lan He stood up, looked down at his hands, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This sudden enlightenment not only allowed him to enter the ranks of Nine-Seal Heavenly Talisman Masters, but also enabled him to combine the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell with the zither music he had just comprehended, creating a unique and profound secret technique.

He looked up at the crowd, smiled slightly, and said softly, "This move is called—Heavenly Sound Break."

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