C2

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yun opened his eyes again. This was the seventh time he regained consciousness after recovering his memories.

Finally, after almost a quarter of an hour had passed, a bright light appeared before his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to block it. However, just as he moved his hand, a sharp pain came from it.

Sitting at the head of his bed was a middle-aged man with a resolute and handsome face. He was tall and imposing, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

His hair was tied up with a golden crown, and he wore a gorgeous purplish-gold robe. In between his brows, there was a dignified aura that only a person of high status would have, and he was clearly not angry at all.

He was the most beloved son of Emperor Ling Ao of the Soaring Cloud Empire — War King Ling Zhan, and at the same time, the father of Ling Yun in this lifetime.

"AHH!" The pain from his arm made Ling Yun groan in pain.

His voice was very weak, but to Ling Zhan, who was sitting on the headboard, it was like the sound of nature, causing his entire body to tremble with excitement.

"Pain!" "Dad, you want to murder your own son!" Ling Yun grimaced in pain, and shouted loudly.

"Cough, I forgot that your hand is injured," Ling Zhan laughed awkwardly, and then uttered a few words in anger, "Does your hand hurt!?"

Isn't this nonsense?

Lingyun rolled his eyes with a helpless expression, but remembering that he was his father, and seeing his caring eyes, he knew that he was worried about him, and so he was excited to see the wound on his hand.

"I'll go call the imperial physician!" Ling Zhan stood up and was about to leave.

However, Lingyun called out to him. "Father, I'm fine. There's no need to call the imperial physician. I'll rest for half a month."

"Really?" Ling Zhan looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course it's true! Your child is clear about his injuries. Besides, how could your child make fun of his own body!" Ling Yun said helplessly. However, feeling his father's care, Ling Yun, who was an orphan in his previous life, almost cried.

"Alright then!" Ling Zhan gently nodded his head, and lovingly caressed Ling Yun's handsome little face as he said, "Rest well. If there's anything you need, just call me Cai'Er."

"Dad, then where are you going?" Ling Yun asked.

"Father, then go and come back quickly." Ling Yun said.

Not long later, a little girl around fourteen or fifteen years old walked into the room. She was tall and slender, with fair and tender skin, and a delicate face with a head full of green hair that fell to her chest.

"Prince, you're awake." As soon as the little girl walked into the room, she saw Lingyun lying on the bed with his eyes wide open and could not help but cry out in surprise.

"En!" Ling Yun nodded lightly.

"Gulp." A burst of weird sounds suddenly came out, and Lingyun embarrassedly touched his stomach!

"Crown Prince, Cai'Er will cook a bowl of noodles for you." Cai'Er looked at Ling Yun with an awkward expression. Then, without waiting for Lingyun's reply, he ran towards the kitchen.

"Sigh!" I didn't expect that even a stately Yun Sheng would feel hungry, "looking at Cai'Er's back, Ling Yun helplessly curled his lips," Only after I become a Martial King can I become a Martial King. I don't know how many years it will take for me to recover to a Martial King. Back then, I used ten years of time. Although I have the cultivation experience of my previous life and would not encounter any bottlenecks when I become a Martial Emperor, I do not know how long it would take just to accumulate spiritual energy. "

The Spirit Demon Continent had a total of nine great realms: Warrior, Martial Master, Martial King, Martial King, Martial Saint, Martial Emperor, SemiGod, and the legendary Martial God. Each realm was further divided into four small realms: Initial, Middle, Late, and Perfect.

A martial artist could only be called an expert when they reached the Martial King realm.

Even though there was only a thin line between a Martial King and a Martial King, this line was like the heaven and earth. Even ten peak Martial King martial artists were not an early Martial King, because Martial Kings could condense spiritual energy wings and escape the restraints of the earth, flying in the sky.

"Crown Prince, it's time to eat some noodles!" Just as Ling Yun was deep in thought, the maid, Cai'Er, had already entered the room with a bowl of delicious noodles. He placed it beside the bed and gently called out.

"Oh, it smells so good!" Lingyun looked at the noodles beside the bed and couldn't help but to exclaim. When he wanted to reach out to hold the noodles, he realized that he couldn't handle it. He smiled at Cai'Er helplessly and said: "I can't eat it."

Hearing Cai'Er's words, Ling Yun's face reddened. He was a man, yet he wanted to let a little girl feed him noodles. If those old enemies were to find out, what face would he have in the world?

However, being starved to death was even more shameful. It was better to eat, since no one else knew about it. Ling Yun defended himself in his heart.

"Alright!" As he thought about this, Lingyun looked at Cai'Er, who was blushing bright red, and said softly. He then opened his mouth, waiting for Cai'Er to "feed" him.

"Huh?" Cai'Er's eyes widened, she didn't think that her son had actually agreed.

"Hurry, I'm starving." Lingyun pretended to be impatient and urged.

"Oh!" Cai'Er held the noodles and placed it into Lingyun's mouth with the chopsticks.

Lingyun lightly patted his well-fed stomach, and muttered: "It's been a long time since I've eaten this fragrant noodles." Looking at Cai'Er's flushed face, the corner of his mouth curled up in an evil smile, "If it was Cai'Er who feeds me every day, it would be even better."

He rolled his eyes at Lingyun, raised his tender fist, and threatened fiercely: "Your Highness, if you continue to tease me, I'll tell Princess Yinyue about you."

When Ling Yun heard the words "Princess Yinyue", a beautiful image appeared in his mind. He could not help but shiver, and his scalp went numb.

From his memories of this life, he learned that Princess Yinyue was a child's marriage arranged for him by his father, Ling Zhan. Her name was Qin Yinyue, and she was the daughter of Qin Wang, the only king with a different surname in the Empire of Soaring Clouds.

Ling Yun and Qin Yinyue grew up together, and could be said to be childhood sweethearts. However, Ling Yun had always been afraid of Qin Yinyue, because when he was young, Ling Zhan had always been at the border to protect the enemy, so he had given Qin Yinyue a whip.

As for growing up, there were some other reasons mixed in.

"Cough cough," Lingyun embarrassedly coughed lightly. With a bitter face, he tried to please his, "Don't, don't, don't. My little mistress, if you tell her that I am finished with your son, look at me, my whole body is covered with wounds, I can't stand her torment."

Seeing Lingyun's pitiful expression, Cai'Er's heart ached, but she quickly suppressed it. She lowered her head and kept reminding herself that she was just one of Lingyun's personal maids, a concubine.

"Crown Prince, I remember that you weren't that afraid of Princess Yinyue two years ago?" But why did you fear Princess Yinyue ever since you went to the Duke of Qin's estate two years ago? Every time you see her you're like a mouse meeting a cat. " Cai'Er suddenly raised her head and asked with curiosity.

Hearing this question, Ling Yun's face unconsciously became red, and muttered in his heart: "I just saw her taking a bath with my own eyes!"

He still remembered that two years ago, when he was only thirteen, he went to the Duke of Qin's estate to ask Qin Yinyue and him to attend an auction.

At that time, Qin Yinyue, who had always been gentle and virtuous, had directly taken out her long whip against his shame and anger, chasing and beating up the Duke of Qin's household, causing them to be thrown into chaos. In the end, it was Qin Yang who returned home.

During this time, Ling Zhan had asked him who it was that had injured him, but Ling Yun did not reply. He only said that it was his revenge and that he would personally take it.