Lingyun did not know that someone in the Lingxiao City had already prepared a plan to assassinate him. The assassin was a peak Martial King, and she was once a Martial Saint.
At this time, after nearly four hours of riding, he had already arrived at the Violet Bamboo Manor.
As soon as he entered the violet bamboo manor, Qin Feng impatiently roamed all over the place, looking for a suitable place to build his residence.
He had followed Ling Yun for two and a half months of cultivation, and Murong Xiaoxiao had already approved of her decision.
Murong Xiaoxiao was very happy at the time. This fellow had finally left. She did not need to worry about him causing trouble in the capital and ordered him to listen to Lingyun's words.
Qin Feng was extremely depressed. He could have taken the opportunity to run out and gain more experience. He could have learned from Ling Tian that a hero could save a beauty, win the heart of a beauty, and then have some fun …
But now, with Murong Xiaoxiao supporting him, Ling Yun did not have this opportunity. He had to be on guard against Ling Yun's torture …
On the way here, he had asked to stay at the lakeside, not at the island in the center of the lake, and would not obstruct Ling Yun and Ling'er. In the end, without guessing, he knew that Ling Yun and Ling'er had rejected him.
He sighed all the way back. How was he supposed to explain it to Qin Yinyue? That little girl told him to keep an eye on Lingyun and Ling'er.
On the training grounds, although Lingyun had not appeared for the past few days, Lin Xie and the rest did not relax at all. All of them mustered their strength to cultivate, even more so than they did a few days ago.
This was because their first assessment would soon arrive.
These few days were much better because it was already winter and the sun wasn't that harsh. From their point of view, the cold, desolate wind was really adorable. They wished that the cold wind could blow all year round.
A while ago, it could be said that they had shed a few layers of skin.
These few days, Luo Feng suddenly had a throbbing feeling, as if something was about to break out of his body. The Great Dao of the Buddha's music resounded in his mind, causing him to be panic-stricken.
But Lingyun was not around, Lin Xie and the rest had been in the Purple Bamboo Manor since they were young, and they did not know why.
He could only suppress the fear in his heart and ask after Ling Yun returned.
Seeing Ling Yun and Ling'er walking over while chatting and laughing side by side, Luo Feng let his eight members train on their own, so he came over to find Ling Yun and told him about the strange things that happened in the past few days.
The panic on his face was unconcealable. It was fear of the unknown, and no one could avoid it.
After listening to Luo Feng's story, Ling'er's eyes slightly narrowed as he looked towards Ling Yun. With her knowledge, she naturally knew the reason.
Could it be that he really was …
Otherwise, how could this be explained? With Luo Feng's status and having never been out of the Purple Bamboo Manor, he wouldn't have been able to obtain such a rare opportunity that would make countless geniuses envious.
Lingyun's face was filled with joy, his eyes were shocked as he looked at the panic-stricken Luo Feng, the corner of his mouth twitched as he suppressed the urge to slap him to death, asking: "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"Absolutely not!" Luo Feng shook his head, "I had this weird feeling the day before yesterday at noon, that feeling became even more obvious these two days. Your majesty, what's going on here?"
"The day before yesterday?" Lingyun did not answer him, but mumbled something, with shock in his eyes that could not be hidden. He remembered that brother of his back then, was only able to have such a feeling half a month ago.
And Luo Feng, he actually sensed it in less than half a month. Don't tell me, he's even more suitable for the inheritance of the Celestial Tyrant Manual than his brother who can be considered a genius?
Otherwise, how could he explain it?