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"AHH!"

All of the youths opened their mouths wide as they looked at Ling Yun with shocked faces.

One purple bamboo per person seemed small, but the purple bamboo was as hard as iron. This iron was not just ordinary iron, but black iron, a type of refining material that was even tougher than hundred refined iron.

With their strength, chopping down a purple bamboo in a day, no, half a day, was a very challenging task.

In addition, more than a dozen of their eighty-one weapons were unsuitable for chopping.

"What is it? Do you have any objections? " Ling Yun's brows twitched, and his eyes squinted as they flickered with a dangerous glint, as he spoke faintly.

"No!" The group of youths immediately shook their heads as they lamented in their hearts that they shouldn't even think about resting tonight.

Ling Yun nodded with satisfaction and smiled lightly.

In truth, he was not just asking Lin Xie and the rest to chop bamboo and help him rebuild the house.

This was also to train them, to teach them how to grasp strength. But he would not say that they had to find out for themselves.

With the same amount of spiritual energy, some people could cut down three purple bamboos, while others could only cut down one. They couldn't even cut down one. This was their grasp of spiritual energy and strength.

"Alright, you guys can go chop now. I must see it before I come tomorrow morning." The corner of Ling Yun's mouth slightly curled up as he smiled.

With that, he walked with heavy steps towards the exit of the grass, softly thinking that he should refine some medicine for Lin Xie and the rest to heal their injuries and to increase the rate at which the Heaven and Earth Qi was absorbed.

Very quickly, Lingyun arrived at the stables not far from the manor's gate. He had already taken off his heavy armor and changed it to a fresh green robe.

His long hair was loose, his handsome face was without any wind, and his clothes fluttered without wind. His long hair fluttered in the wind, making him look like a celestial being that descended from the heavens without a speck of dust.

He mounted a Wind Chasing Horse and lightly pressed against the horse's belly. A man and a horse immediately galloped towards the city, the dirt behind them flying in the air.

Just as Ling Yun left the Purple Bamboo Manor, the young girl sitting on top of the tree with her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes.

He took a look outside the manor and his body moved. After a few breaths, his figure slowly disappeared. It was an afterimage, and his original body was nowhere to be found.

"So fast!" Lingyun was only a few thousand meters away from the Purple Bamboo Manor. His eyebrows suddenly twitched as he laughed. He tilted his head and looked at the forest not far away from him.

Over there, a black shadow could be seen speeding across the treetops. If it wasn't for its sharp eyes, they would have thought it was the wind.

"Giddy up!" Lingyun lightly whipped his whip, and the Wind Chaser Horse immediately sped up.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the black robe as he suddenly sped up. He was dozens of meters away from the man and his horse.

"This girl's speed is really fast. It seems that she has cultivated a movement technique of quite a high level!" Ling Yun quietly asked in his heart, "Ziluo, can you feel her strength?"

He didn't want to compare his speed with the mysterious girl. He just wanted to test it out like this. As long as the girl used spiritual energy, she would emit spiritual energy fluctuations.

"She has a saint artifact that hides her aura. I can't sense her true strength, but I can deduce that her strength isn't weaker than a Martial King." Ziluo's voice sounded in his mind.

"Saint artifact!" Ling Yun smacked his lips. "It seems like my guess is right. Mother should be someone from some transcendent Holy Land. Otherwise, how could a little girl with the strength of a Martial King have such a treasure on her?"

A treasure on the level of a saint artifact wasn't something that an ordinary person could take out. Even some transcendent Holy Lands didn't have that many treasures.

When a Spirit Treasure reached the level of a Saint Weapon, it could no longer be refined by humans. It could only be considered a semi-finished product, and a true Saint Weapon required the nourishment of the Martial Saint level and Saint Force.

However, the Holy Spirit Sect created by Ling Yun in his previous life definitely had the most saint artifacts in the Sacred Grounds.

After all, he was a high-level seventh-ranked alchemist, and his master was also a seventh-ranked alchemist. The master and disciple had refined quite a few saint artifacts in their free time.

A seventh step high level alchemist could support a transcendent Holy Land, not to mention there were two of them in the Holy Spirit Sect, who knows how many of them were envious and jealous.

This was because some forces would have to pay a large price for their high-grade spiritual pill saint artifacts even without a rank 7 alchemist.

For the Holy Spirit Sect to be suppressed by the Divine Arrows Holy Land and the Poison Demon Sect after Lingyun's fall, it was not only the Haoyue Holy Land and other forces that helped Lingyun friends. The most important thing was that Ling Yun's master was a seventh step high-level arcane master refiner.

Friendship tends to fade with time, and benefits are hard to change.

Ling Xiao City could be seen in the distance, but Ling Yun was frowning.

Even from far away, he could feel the tension in the atmosphere. It was as though a storm was brewing, and a chilling aura permeated the air.

At the city gate, the number of city guards had increased by more than a fold. Their faces were solemn and the spears in their hands had a cold luster to them. They carefully inspected the people entering and exiting the city.

"Did something happen?" Ling Yun said softly, his eyes full of suspicion.

When he left yesterday, he was still fine. Why did he become like this today? It was as if a great battle could break out at any moment.

As they neared the city, the city guards wanted to stop him, but when they saw him, they immediately let him in.

Lingyun did not leave, but rode his horse to the side and asked a city guard: "What happened? Why did you suddenly call for an end to the martial law today? "

When the city guards saw Lingyun, they thought that they had committed some sort of crime.

After hearing Ling Yun's question, he was stunned for a moment. Only when Ling Yun frowned slightly did he hurriedly answer:

"Your Highness, early in the morning, the Mo Clan's caravan was robbed at Black Wind Mountain. Young Lord Mo Xiao was among the caravan and was heavily injured. He was only able to return after being protected by his bodyguards." The city guard replied respectfully.

Ling Yun's brows tightly knitted, a trace of anger flashing past his eyes.

The Mo Clan was not an ordinary clan, but a subsidiary clan of their royal clan, a loyal supporter.

Attacking the Mo Clan was equivalent to giving the Ling Clan a fierce slap on the face.

For hundreds of years, there had not been a single bandit group in the borders of the Empire of Soaring Cloud. This was the first time they robbed the Mo family.

"Do you know which gang it is?" Ling Yun's voice was a little cold as he asked.

The city guard shook his head, "An investigation is underway!"

"Hm!" I got it! " Lingyun nodded his head and took out three gold coins. Under the envious gaze of the city guards, he threw them to the guard and said lightly: "Buy some wine for us brothers!"

"Giddy up!" With that, he rode into the city, his thoughts running amok. Mo Xiao had an extraordinary status in the Mo Clan, he was the sole son of the Mo Clan, and he was Mo Xing's flesh and blood. He definitely had an expert protecting him.

To be heavily injured like this, it seemed like the people who took action were not ordinary. It was possible that it was those powers that had enmity with the Mo and Ling Families behind the scenes, otherwise they wouldn't have the guts or the strength to do so.

"Master, someone is secretly watching you!" Zi Luo's voice sounded in Ling Yun's mind. Even without her reminder, Ling Yun had already sensed it.