Super War God in the City

Lan Zihan sat to the side when suddenly, she remembered something.

"Father, there's something I need to report," Lan Zihan spoke pensively.

"Hmm? What is it?" Lan Xingyuan looked at his daughter curiously.

The recent incidents within the Witchcraft Sect had caused Lan Zihan to forget an important matter.

The others in the room were also looking at Lan Zihan with curiosity, wondering what she had to say.

"Father, earlier when I was in the Lost Valley, I obtained a hand scroll, but I was pursued by the Eight Major Sects and lost half of it..." Lan Zihan began to explain.

The people in the hall were shocked to hear this, as they had not known about the saintess's incursion into the Lost Valley, only learning of it now for the first time.

Upon hearing the saintess's words, they were astonishment beyond words.

However, Lan Zihan merely glossed over the details of the letter and did not elaborate on her subsequent pursuit and encounter with Ling Fan to the others!

"At the time, in order to save my life, I lied and said it was the Gushe Fairy's scroll and threw away half of the scroll to survive.

But I still have the other half here. Father, and everyone, please take a look and see if you recognize the contents," Lan Zihan briefly described the situation with the letter.

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up—even if it wasn't the Gushe Scroll, since it came from the Lost Valley, it must certainly be valuable and could very well contain some Cultivation Technique or the like.

Lan Zihan took out the remaining half of the hand scroll she had, and Lan Xingyuan took it in his hands to carefully examine.

However, after a long look, he could not recognize a single character and had no choice but to pass it around for others to read.

Everyone in the hall was eagerly scrutinizing the letter, discussing it amongst themselves, but ended up as busy as ants on a hot pan, gaining nothing from it as if they were reading arcane script.

The people stood in the hall, exchanging looks of confusion before eventually turning their gazes towards Ling Fan.

"May I ask Young Master Ling to take a look and see if he can unravel its mysteries?" Elder Wulei passed the letter to him.

Ling Fan took a quick glance and shook his head, "This ancient text is not my forte!"

The crowd was at a loss, staring at each other blankly.

"I suspect that the half I threw away may have been deciphered by the Eight Major Sects after they obtained it. Their invitation to us to the 'Sealing the Deity' convention might be related to this hand scroll!" Lan Zihan expressed her doubts.

Lan Xingyuan pondered this, and after a moment, he spoke, "Ling Fan, this half of the scroll is useless in our hands, so I might as well give it to you.

Perhaps it will serve some purpose at the 'Sealing the Deity' convention. In times of crisis, it could also serve as a bargaining chip for negotiation!"

Ling Fan looked at the scroll, and although he didn't know its use, he thought what Lan Xingyuan said was reasonable and without reserve, he tucked the item away!

"Since that's the case, I'll accept it. I will strive for the benefits that the Witchcraft Sect should gain," Ling Fan made a promise.

In his heart, he reckoned that if it was indeed true, whatever thing that the Eight Major Sects coveted must be far from ordinary; it could indeed be a valuable bargaining chip.

"Everyone, you may disperse if there's nothing else. Keep a close eye on each mountain's affairs. If any issues arise, come find me at any time!" Seeing that there was nothing else, Lan Xingyuan gave an order to the crowd.

The crowd all acknowledged the command and dispersed.

A moment later, in the grand hall, only Ling Fan and Lan Xingyuan with his daughter remained.

"Ling Fan, I really want to thank you this time for helping me to steady the Witchcraft Sect's cosmos.

Therefore, to express my gratitude, you may enter the Witchcraft Sect's Chiyou Altar for cultivation!" Lan Xingyuan said earnestly.

Ling Fan was taken aback, not knowing exactly what Lan Xingyuan was referring to, but it sounded extraordinary!

"The Chiyou Altar?" Ling Fan pondered for a moment, his face showing confusion.

Lan Zihan, who stood beside, was too shocked to speak for a while, but eventually managed to react and said, stunned, "Father, are you allowing Ling Fan to enter the ancestral altar?"

Lan Xingyuan nodded gravely, "Yes, other than that, I can't think of anything else worthy of repaying Ling Fan's kindness. Allowing entry to the Chiyou Altar is also a gesture on my part!"

Hearing this, Ling Fan still didn't understand what the Chiyou Altar was exactly, but he grasped the significance of the word "ancestral altar."

"Sect Master Lan, the ancestral altar of your Witchcraft Sect is a forbidden area. It's not quite appropriate for an outsider like me to enter. Forget it, it was a trivial effort; you need not always bear it in mind!" Ling Fan immediately shook his head.

"Haha, rules are set by people. If I, Lan Xingyuan, were to die today, wouldn't the ancestral shrine be freely entered by those from the Zhu Rong Lineage?

Now, to repay my benefactor, I make an exception and let you in, which is not inappropriate.

In the ancestral shrine, your cultivation can greatly advance, and each person only has one chance at this!" Lan Xingyuan said with a laugh.

Upon hearing that his cultivation could rapidly increase in a short time, Ling Fan was tempted.

Lan Zihan, who had regained her composure by his side, felt her father's words made sense. She immediately advised, "Ling Fan, since my father agrees, you should go. I had this in mind before, but I never dared to make such a request to my father!"

"Hehe, you have shown great kindness to our Witchcraft Sect, you deserve to be baptized in the ancestral shrine!" Lan Xingyuan said with a hearty laugh.

Seeing this, Ling Fan nodded immediately, "I can't refuse such magnanimity, thank you again!"

Lan Xingyuan and his daughter were relieved to see Ling Fan accept.

"Come, I'll take you there now!" Lan Xingyuan said, rising to his full height.

A moment later, a party of four appeared behind the main hall, in front of a building near the Back Mountain Forbidden Area. The main door's plaque bore three gilded characters that read 'Chiyou Hall'.

Lan Xingyuan led the way through the front doors. Ling Fan followed him in and caught sight of a huge altar inside the hall.

Around the central altar, in all eight directions, were eight lifelike Divine Beast statues.

"Ling Fan, this is a secret of our Witchcraft Sect, the unique Eight Fierce Formations. Once the formation is activated, incredible spiritual energy is generated. How much you can absorb depends on your fortune and destiny!

You should go up to the altar in the middle of the formation. I will start the array shortly, and you can begin to receive the altar's baptism!" Lan Xingyuan explained.

Ling Fan pondered briefly, "Thank you. Xiaobai, wait for me outside!"

Lan Xingyuan glanced at Feng Xiaobai, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Never mind, you both go up. It makes little difference to have one more person."

"This..." Ling Fan hesitated.

"It's no trouble; offering another chance for fortune is also a way to cultivate a good relationship!" Lan Xingyuan said with a light smile.

Ling Fan hesitated for a moment and then nodded in thanks, "Xiaobai, let's go over!"

Then, he and Feng Xiaobai walked towards the altar at the center.

In fact, Ling Fan was somewhat cautious of Lan Xingyuan in his heart—not because he was petty, but because it was necessary to be wary of others. After all, those eight exotic beasts looked fiercely terrifying.

The Qilin, the Fire Phoenix, and such were okay, but the Taotie and White Tiger seemed to be brimming with a sinister aura. Who knew if this could be a dangerous killing formation!

However, thinking of the presence of the Holy Princess in his Sea of Soul Consciousness, he felt somewhat reassured.

Atop the central altar stood a Chiyou statue several zhang high.

Ling Fan and Feng Xiaobai arrived at the foot of the statue and sat down back-to-back in meditation.

Seeing the two prepared, Lan Xingyuan immediately struck the Qilin statue next to him with a stream of Origin Force.

Under the drive of his Origin Force, the Qilin statue seemed to come to life. Spiritual energy swirled around it, making it appear incredibly lifelike.

In an instant, the remaining seven statues, drawn by the action of the Qilin statue, were enveloped in spiritual light and connected to one another.

As he watched the eight statues being activated, Lan Xingyuan withdrew his palm.

Every time Lan Zihan witnessed this scene, she couldn't help but marvel internally.

These eight statues had been passed down in the Witchcraft Sect since ancient times. Her father had said it took a great effort to move them into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!

Just then, with a resounding 'boom' in the hall, beams of light shot from the mouths of the eight exotic beasts, striking directly at the Chiyou Statue in the middle of the altar.

In a flash, a halo of light appeared on the Chiyou Statue, enveloping Ling Fan and Feng Xiaobai at its feet.

Seeing the formation fully activated, Lan Xingyuan turned to Lan Zihan, "Let's go. Let's not disturb them."

Lan Zihan glanced at the indistinct figures in the middle of the altar, pursed her lips, and then turned to follow her father out of the hall.