C115

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Wen Cheng walked to the teacher's chair and sat down with a grand flourish. Slowly but surely, he regained his composure and asked as he looked at the black cloaked man.

"Master Hou, Ling Yun has left the city!" The black-robed man cupped his fist and said.

"That little bastard has finally left the city." Hearing this, Wen Cheng suddenly stood up, his eyes flashed a trace of hostility, and his face turned cold.

In the past, he did not place this junior, Ling Yun, in his eyes either.

But he never would have thought that such a young person would silently make him suffer, make his Wen Yuan's manor suffer a loss, and yet unable to flare up.

After returning, he had his men keep an eye on the movements in the War King's Mansion.

"To the Violet Bamboo Manor?" Wen Cheng asked coldly, his face twisted ferociously.

"Yes!" The black robed man nodded. His voice carried a trace of seriousness. "According to what I heard, on the way to the Purple Bamboo Manor, there are already many hidden royal guards. Among them, there is also a powerful divine sense scan."

Wen Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, he clenched his fists and said, "It should have been arranged by that old man, Ling Ao.

Hmph, Ling Ao, since you value him so much, then if he were to die, you would definitely be angered to death! Someone come! "

A black-robed guard pushed open the door and came in. He half knelt on the ground, waiting for orders.

"Grandfather, wait!" Wen Shang hurriedly called out.

"Why?" Wen Cheng turned his head to look at him, his eyes revealing a hint of madness.

"Grandfather, since Ling Ao values Ling Yun so much, then if Ling Yun is killed, he will definitely go crazy and desperately seek revenge.

And our Wen Yuan manor will certainly be their first suspect, even though we aren't afraid of his revenge.

But now is not the time to do so. Wen Shang said softly.

Wen Cheng's body shook and his eyes regained their clarity. He felt a lingering fear in his heart; he was truly infuriated just now. He had a high position and was very shrewd.

This time however, he was angered because of Ling Yun, and his heart was in a mess.

If Ling Ao had caused him to suffer, he wouldn't have been so angry that he would have lost his mind.

After all, they had been fighting for decades and were almost familiar with each other.

Yes, it could be said that he was numb.

However, it was difficult for him to accept the fact that a little fellow who hadn't even grown all his hair yet had made him suffer a loss.

"Alright!" Wen Cheng took a deep breath and slammed his fist on the desk in front of him. With a crisp sound, the desk shattered and wood shavings flew everywhere.

"I'll let him live for a bit longer. At that time, I can kill him in front of Ling Ao and ruin his mind." Wen Cheng said coldly, "Just consider it his final bit of value!"

He looked at Wen Shang and said lightly, "During this time, whenever he leaves the Purple Bamboo Manor, keep an eye on him."

"Yes, grandfather!"

After leaving Lingxiao City, Ling Yun did not head straight for the Purple Bamboo Manor. Instead, he went to a small mountain not far away and blew a loud and clear whistle.

Soon, the sound of rustling could be heard. A few beggar-like people pushed two carts of medicinal plants onto the road in front of him. They respectfully saluted him and then retreated into the forest.

These medicinal ingredients were ordered by Lingyun to be prepared by the people of Cloud Mist Tower.

It wasn't easy for him to directly purchase it, because if that happened, then the Wen Yuan Marquis's side who received the news would definitely interfere and forcefully raise the price.

That amount of gold coins was nothing to Lingyun, who was in control of one of the three major underground powers in Lingxiao City, but she would be disgusted to death.

Therefore, he had no choice but to let the people from Cloud Mist Tower purchase the items for him. Of course, with the many businesses in the building, it would definitely involve the trade of medicinal herbs.

With a wave of his hand, the two carriages of medicinal ingredients disappeared into the Violet Ring. He then sent a telepathic message to Zi Luo, asking her to refine some medicinal liquids for him.

After doing all of this, Lingyun turned the horse around and rode towards the Purple Bamboo Manor.

In the dark, Ling'er could see everything. She felt that Ling Yun was becoming more and more mysterious. No matter how she looked at it, she could not see through it. It was as if he was shrouded in a layer of fog.

At the Purple Bamboo Manor, when Lingyun arrived, Lin Xie and the rest were all lying on the ground like mud, gasping for breath, their faces covered in sweat.

Especially those pairs of eyes. They were full of fatigue, and there was a big dark circle around them.

Her originally delicate hands were now full of bloody blisters as they began to grind away at the old calluses.

Upon seeing Ling Yun, all of them immediately jumped up, and stood in order.

Looking at the youths with dark circles under their eyes, Ling Yun smiled lightly. His lips slightly curved, and asked: "How do you feel?"

The corners of Lin Xie and the rest twitched, they were extremely angry, what do they think, can't you see? You are simply standing and talking without feeling any pain in your waist.

"Even if you're tired, you still have to train!" Lingyun said lightly: "Since you guys already have your own weapons, then today you should train on how to use them!

However, before you train, you should first take two hours of horse stance! Even if my lower body is unstable, it would be useless to train it out. "

With that, he ignored Lin Xie and the rest's reactions and walked towards the lake.

Behind him, Lin Xie and the rest looked at each other, all of them with bitter expressions, but they still continued to horse stance.

Although they did not know why Ling Yun wanted them to ride his horse, they believed that Ling Yun would not harm them.

There must be a reason for this; they only had to obey.

Arriving at the lake's edge, one could see from afar that the island at the center of the lake was piled with purple bamboo. Several people were piled up high, neatly placing them on top of each other.

"Not bad!"

Walking onto the island, looking at the purple bamboo on the ground, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said faintly, "However, this purple bamboo can no longer be used. They still have to chop some more. I will cultivate here again!"

Some of the bamboo sticks were covered with sword marks and had lost their beauty.

"You are obviously making things difficult for them!" Ling'er had appeared beside Ling Yun at some point in time, and said indifferently.

"It was their own wish!" "Furthermore, I'm not trying to make things difficult for them. They don't know about it, so can't you tell?"

Pointing to a purple bamboo covered in sword scars, "Look, if they were so proficient in mastering strength, then there wouldn't be so many marks. There wouldn't be any accuracy at all, it's simply a random slash.

And here, it has already been shattered. "

"Why are you being so hard on them? You must know that your current request is no small challenge to them. " Ling'er frowned slightly as she asked with some doubt.

"Once we enter the battlefield, every bit of spiritual energy that is saved will have a higher chance of surviving," Lingyun said as he let out a sigh.

"You want them to go to the battlefield?" Ling'er frowned even more as she said in disbelief.

"Hm!" the Spiritual Demon Battlefield! "