Hearing that Su Cen and Lan Xiaobu had just left, Hai Yi didn’t mind. If they’d just left, they’d surely return eventually. He quickly clasped his fists toward Lan Hui and said, “Hai Yi greets Young Master Lan Hui. Many thanks to the Lan family for taking in the bloodline of our Di family and not letting her wander outside. The Di family will surely offer great gratitude.”
Lan Hui replied coolly, “I don’t know about any Di family. Su Cen is my sister-in-law, and as far as I know, her surname is Su. I’ve never heard her mention the name ‘Di.’ As for her coming to our home, that has nothing to do with the Di family either.”
Hai Yi hurriedly asked again, “May I ask Young Master Lan Hui, do you know when Su Cen will return?”
Lan Hui shook his head. “After my Big Brother Xiaobu and my sister-in-law left this place, they won’t be coming back. They’re off to travel the world—maybe to another empire, or perhaps somewhere even farther.”
“Ah…” Hai Yi froze. The Di family had already raised an army, banking on recognising Su Cen, then using her to connect with the powerhouse behind the Lan family to help them seize the imperial throne.
Now that Su Cen was gone, what were they to do?
As Hai Yi stood there in a daze, a flying sword landed in his hand. The blade was still dripping with blood. One glance at it, and Hai Yi’s expression changed drastically.
The Di family had overestimated themselves. After raising their army, they were crushed in just half a day, suffering countless casualties. Some forces that had allied with the Di family betrayed them again, switching sides to their enemies.
At this rate, the Di family would soon face extinction. This flying sword was a desperate plea from the Di family’s steward, urging Hai Yi to reveal everything and beg the powerhouse behind the Lan family for help.
With Su Cen gone, Hai Yi could only stow the flying sword and bow to Zai Qian. “Your Majesty, my Di family now faces annihilation. I beseech you, for Su Cen’s sake, to send troops to aid us.”
Zai Qian inwardly thought, *As expected.* The Di family coming to claim kinship now clearly had an agenda. Not to mention that Lan Xiaobu had already left—even if he were still here, Zai Qian couldn’t convince him to act.
Though he thought this, he sighed aloud, “This is truly unfortunate news. Sadly, the Blue Immortal Master and Immortal Su have long departed. What virtue or ability does Qiyuan Nation have to dare send troops to the imperial capital to rescue anyone?”
Hai Yi blinked, stunned. He hadn’t expected the powerhouse behind the Lan family to be Su Cen’s husband, Lan Xiaobu.
He knew that whether Lan Xiaobu would help or not, finding him now wouldn’t save the Di family in time. Left with no choice, he bowed to Lan Hui and pleaded, “Young Master Lan Hui, please lend a hand. The Di family would be eternally grateful.”
Lan Hui said flatly, “I’m just an ordinary mortal. How could I dare clash with those great armies? Besides, who’s the Di family? I don’t know them.”
With that, Lan Hui turned and headed back into the city.
Seeing Lan Hui leave, Zai Qian had no interest in wasting words with a insignificant figure like Hai Yi. He led his men back into the city, leaving Hai Yi standing alone in the wind, disheveled.
After his disarray, Hai Yi sighed inwardly. As Kan Qian, who still served in the Dakong Empire, had said, the Di family’s leaders might share its bloodline, but their hearts were cold and thin. They only thought to reach out when they needed help. If they’d sought Su Cen earlier and built a bond with her, would the Lan family be so indifferent now?
After standing there for a long while, Hai Yi realised that whether he returned to Luzhen City or not, the Di family was likely finished.
With that thought, he turned in a different direction and quickly departed.
Since the Di family was gone, why go back? Better to find his own path forward.
…
“Xiaobu, is this a pot?” In the void, Su Cen stood beside Lan Xiaobu, watching him take out the Reincarnation Pot, her voice filled with astonishment.
“Yes, but it’s not an ordinary pot. It’s a treasure surpassing the innate level, called the Reincarnation Pot,” Lan Xiaobu said, activating it. The pot transformed into a flying vessel, carrying him and Su Cen swiftly out of this realm.
In the moment they left the realm, Lan Xiaobu’s divine sense caught the Di family’s army being annihilated. That old man from the Di family had been overconfident, overestimating their strength.
But he didn’t intervene. If they chose the path of conquest, they had to accept the consequences. Besides, in Lan Xiaobu’s mind, Su Cen had little to do with the Di family. Even if there was a connection, it was with her parents. Her father had long died, and when her mother fled to Qiyuan Nation, not a single Di family member had cared about their fate—proof they didn’t value Su Cen or her mother.
A family with such cold hearts wasn’t worth his effort to assist.
Su Cen stood on the Reincarnation Pot, gazing at the meteors, shattered planets, and dazzling auroras flashing by outside the barrier. She was mesmerised.
The void was truly breathtaking. Without Lan Xiaobu, she’d never have seen such beauty.
But then a thought struck her. She turned to Lan Xiaobu beside her. “Xiaobu, how do you have such incredible abilities? Why insist on marrying a lowly maid like me?”
Lan Xiaobu ruffled her hair gently and said softly, “Others might see you as a maid, but to me, you’re my wife. Even long, long ago, we were husband and wife.”
“Ah…” Su Cen stared at him, dumbfounded.
Lan Xiaobu didn’t explain further. Instead, he said, “Keep cultivating. I think once you reach the Spirit Refinement Realm, you’ll understand what’s going on. Some things even I don’t know, because they’re your memories.”
“How long will it take me to reach the Spirit Refinement Realm?” Su Cen murmured.
Lan Xiaobu smiled faintly. “With your talent and the resources in the Longevity Realm, it’ll take you two or three years at most—maybe even less—to step into the Spirit Refinement Realm.”
“Xiaobu, I want to cultivate. I want to know sooner…” Su Cen looked at him, her eyes brimming with tenderness. From the moment she married him, she’d vowed to stay by his side forever. Even if it weren’t for understanding these mysteries, she’d still push to raise her cultivation quickly.
“Alright, head into the Longevity Realm to cultivate. The void is beautiful but dangerous. Your cultivation is too low—if something happened, I might not react in time, and regret would be too late,” Lan Xiaobu nodded.
After sending Su Cen into the Longevity Realm, Lan Xiaobu took out his void compass. He wanted to locate the Five Universes Immortal Realm to pick up Luo Caishi. But the compass was pitch black, showing no markers.
Lan Xiaobu felt a bit exasperated. This void compass was a decent acquired treasure, but its limitations were too great, often restricted to a specific cosmic range.
Fortunately, he wasn’t in a rush. Sitting on the Reincarnation Pot, he placed the void compass on it. The moment a marker appeared, he’d find his way.
Traveling through the void left no room for cultivation, and time seemed to crawl for Lan Xiaobu. Nearly half a year passed, and he sensed the surrounding laws shifting. He suspected he’d left the immortal plane and entered the divine plane.
This left him a bit helpless. To reach the Five Universes Immortal Realm, it seemed he’d need to head to the Land of All Gods in the Great Wilderness Divine Realm, a place connected to that plane.
As Lan Xiaobu pondered how to get there, a powerful divine sense suddenly landed on his Reincarnation Pot. Though he wasn’t pushing the pot to its maximum speed, it was still racing through the void—yet this divine sense kept pace and rapidly closed in.
If Lan Xiaobu fully activated the Reincarnation Pot now, he was confident he could escape. But instead of speeding up, he slowed it down.
He’d been traveling the void for nearly a year, and this was the first human divine sense he’d encountered.
Though he didn’t stop the pot, the pursuer was too fast. In less than an incense stick’s time, a top-grade divine artifact spaceship blocked the Reincarnation Pot’s path.
Lan Xiaobu noticed it wasn’t one person but two. They stood at the bow of the divine artifact spaceship, staring at his Reincarnation Pot.
His divine sense scanned them. The one in front was a middle-aged man with a fierce appearance and an innate aura of killing intent. More importantly, his strength was impressive—a Fourth-Turn Sage. Slightly behind him stood a scholarly man with a mild, calm expression, as if the collapse of the universe wouldn’t faze him. His cultivation wasn’t weak either—likely a Third-Turn Sage.
Lan Xiaobu opened the Reincarnation Pot’s barrier, clasped his fists, and said, “May I know why you two fellow Daoists have stopped me?”
He vaguely felt the fierce-looking man seemed familiar—not his face, but his aura. Either they’d crossed paths before, or Lan Xiaobu had encountered the technique he cultivated.
Neither responded. The scholarly man said in surprise, “It really is the Reincarnation Pot.”
The fierce man chuckled darkly, “A little ant like you has some skill, huh? To get your hands on the Reincarnation Pot—what a grand stroke of fortune.”
Having just attained the Dao of Reincarnation, Lan Xiaobu now appeared no different from an ordinary mortal. Let alone these Fourth- and Third-Turn Sages—even if the Reincarnation Sage himself came and didn’t know Lan Xiaobu, he wouldn’t discern that Lan Xiaobu was a Fourth-Turn Sage.
