C5

Looking down, his clothes were covered in black filth, and the stench was coming from the filth. Lingyun knew that this was the impurities that the chaos stones expelled when they washed his muscles and marrow.

After silently cursing, Lingyun quickly opened the window and jumped into the pond in the yard.

A pungent smell spread throughout Lingyun's courtyard. Luckily, before he started cultivating, he had chased away all the servants including Cai'Er. Otherwise, he would have lost a lot of face.

After cleaning up the impurities on his body, there were white frothing fish floating in the pond. Lingyun embarrassedly touched his nose and ran into his room. He closed the window and quickly put on his clothes.

Ling Yun sat cross-legged on his bed, with a face full of anticipation as he channeled the Grandmist Sovereign Technique, to see if it was as heaven-defying as he said it was.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged towards his courtyard and entered the Supreme Pagoda. Then, traces of purple energy floated out from within and entered his Qi Sea.

All of this is thanks to the Grandmist Sovereign Technique. Although I was not able to cultivate normally in the past, the Spiritual Energy that I constantly absorbed entered my meridians, causing my meridians to be a bit wider and more flexible than others'. However, if it wasn't for the Grandmist Sovereign Technique, I would still be cultivating the Holy Spirit Art from my previous life.

Just because cultivation techniques were good, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy did not mean that one's cultivation speed was also fast. This was because the meridians had a capacity, and after that capacity was exceeded, the meridians would burst and become useless.

Remembering his previous life's death, Lingyun clenched his fist, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Ten years, at most ten years, I can recover to my previous life's height. Wang Xu, God's Arrow, are you two ready to receive my revenge?"

"Yun'er, are you awake?" Ling Zhan's concerned voice sounded from outside the door.

Ling Yun hurriedly stood up and opened the door.

Clang!

The door opened, and Ling Yun looked at Ling Zhan who had a face full of worry. He asked softly: "Father, you were looking for me?"

"You stinking brat, you've been in your room since noon yesterday, what are you doing?" Ling Zhan snapped at Ling Yun's forehead in annoyance.

"Hehe!" Ling Yun scratched his head, and rolled his eyes as he said: "Father, you came at the wrong time. Yesterday morning, Yue'er and I decided to go out and play. I'm going to look for her now, if there's anything I can say it after I come back."

After he finished speaking, Ling Zhan, who was obviously stunned after hearing his words, ran out of the Prince's Mansion in a flash.

Ling Zhan looked at Ling Yun's departing figure with a strange expression. He did not give chase, and only curled his lips: "You can tell me this reason too, when did you ever see that little girl, Yin Yue, not running away in a sorry state and still take the initiative to meet with me. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"My prince, where is the crown prince?" Cai'Er walked to the door, and seeing that there was no one in the room, she asked respectfully.

"That bastard ran out." Ling Zhan said.

"Ah?" The crown prince actually ran away. "Cai'Er was stunned for a moment before she anxiously said," Yesterday, the princess came to look for the crown prince. He said that they would go out to play together. Now that the crown prince has run away, what should we do?

"F * ck!" Ling Zhan couldn't help but curse as he left with the wave of his sleeves!

Leaving Cai'Er with a blank face, Cai'Er only had one thought in mind: I can't believe that the Prince can actually swear.

Outside the gates of the War King's Manor, Qin Yinyue looked at Ling Yun who was leaning against the gates, as if she had seen something strange. A hint of joy appeared in her heart.

Qin Yinyue was still wearing the light green dress she always wore. The light color, along with her beautiful face and elegant temperament, made her look somewhat pure. Her entire body was brimming with vitality and youth.

Even Lingyun, who was used to seeing beauties and had a certain immunity to them, could not help but stare. He was sure that after Qin Yinyue grew up, she would be one of the most beautiful people on the Spirit Demon Continent, comparable to the beauty in his heart.

Qin Yinyue gracefully walked to stand in front of Ling Yun. She was not as big as him, and had only reached her shoulders.

Under Ling Yun's puzzled gaze,he reached out her hand and placed it on his forehead. After two breaths of time, she lowered her hand and looked at the somewhat unnatural Ling Yun as he said: "I'm not sick!"

What she did not know was that Lingyun only had one thought in his mind: This Saint, a six foot tall man, actually had his head touched by a wet behind the ears brat!

Hearing Qin Yinyue's words, Ling Yun frowned slightly, and said snappily: "Of course I'm not sick."

"Then why did you come out to greet me today? I remember that you ran when you met me!" Qin Yinyue smiled coquettishly.

"Hahaha …" The two guards couldn't help but laugh, but when they saw Lingyun's killing gaze, they quickly held back their laughter. However, their shoulders shook and it could be seen that they were holding it in very hard.

"Let's go!" Without looking at the two guards, Lingyun walked towards the street first, because he was afraid that one of them would not be able to resist and give the two guards a beating.

"Hehe." Qin Yinyue laughed happily. She ran to Ling Yun's side, pulled his hand, and walked beside him.

As expected of the capital of the Ling Xiao Empire, comparable to a quasi-Holy Land, Ling Xiao City was extremely popular. People passed by on the wide streets, with shops of all sizes coming and going.

On the Spirit Demon Continent, the sects, countries, and clans all had a clear division of levels. Those powers without a Martial King were called unranked, and those with a Martial King were called third-rate forces. Those with Martial Kings were called second-rate powers, and those with Martial Saints were called first-rate powers. The quasi-Holy Land that was overseen by the Martial Saint was called the Holy Land. The Holy Land that was overseen by the Martial Emperor was called the Unparalleled Holy Land. The Holy Land that was overseen by a demigod was called the Divine Sect.

Back then, the Holy Spirit Sect that Ling Yun created was a Sacred Ground. However, because Ling Yun's strength was comparable to an early stage Martial Emperor, and because he was the Great Elder of the Alchemist Association and one of the nine Titled Martial Emperors — Emperor Brightmoon's savior, even an ordinary Holy Land would not dare to provoke him.

The excited Qin Yinyue pulled the extremely helpless Ling Yun as they scurried in front of various stalls, releasing waves of soft and sweet laughter, which attracted quite a few gazes. Looking at that beautiful and delicate face, and that young lady whose skin was like snow, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and a trace of amazement flashed across his eyes.

When he recognized Qin Yinyue and Ling Yun, his eyes were filled with pity and contempt.

However, they did not dare to say Ling Yun. Even if Ling Yun could not cultivate, he was still a direct descendant of the royal family, the most beloved grandson of the current Emperor Ling Xiao, the successor of the War King.

Their gazes caused Ling Yun to feel a little uncomfortable. If it wasn't for the fact that his strength had not recovered yet, he really wanted to give those people who despised him a slap.

After Qin Yinyue became tired of playing, Lingyun directly held her hand and walked towards the market to see if he could find anything good.

In his previous life, when he was still a teenager, he often hid it from his master, which was the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, who sneakily ran down the mountain and sneaked into the market. He was the one who found the Holy Spirit Art, and it was also because he had the high-grade Heaven Realm technique, the Holy Spirit Art, that he became the martial saint of the Holy Light that dominated the world.

In the crowded marketplace, all sorts of hawking and quarreling sounds could be heard. Qin Yinyue's long, shapely eyebrows slightly knitted together. She, who liked the quietness, had never liked these noisy places.

If he did not accompany Ling Yun out, she would have already turned around and left. Helplessly, he followed Ling Yun who looked around and pleaded in a low voice: "Big Brother Ling Yun, can we leave this city?"

"Alright!" Unable to endure Qin Yinyue's begging tone, Ling Yun nodded and agreed.

"Hmm?" Just as Ling Yun was about to pull Qin Yinyue's hand and turn around, the chaos stone in her spiritual sea suddenly shook.

Ling Yun's body trembled. After the chaos stone entered his soul space, it became a big boss. He could not control it, and could only watch on in frustration.

However, something that could shake such a great treasure like the chaos stone shouldn't be ordinary! Ling Yun thought to himself, and his eyes became passionate.

Letting go of Qin Yinyue's soft and boneless hands, she walked towards a stall beside him under her puzzled gaze. Ling Yun glanced at the stall, which was not big, and saw several bottles, demon cores, magic crystals, broken weapons, knives, swords, broken spears, etc.

However, Lingyun's gaze was attracted by a dark golden broken sword, and he felt a very familiar sword aura from the broken sword. His usually calm eyes became hot and complicated, and even his hands under his wide sleeves were trembling.

This broken sword didn't have anything special about it, it was just that the ancient aura it exuded indicated that it was quite old. The lower half of the broken sword was already gone, and only the hilt and upper half of the sword was left.

The sword was a foot wide, and it could be seen that this sword, when complete, was a rarely seen greatsword.

"This young master has taken a fancy to this broken sword." The stall owner was a thirty to forty year old middle-aged man. Seeing Ling Yun's undivided gaze, his eyes flashed with a hint of shrewdness, and he asked with a smile.

Ling Yun regained his senses, smiled apologetically and nodded.

"Are you crazy? This broken sword is completely useless. What did you buy it for?" Qin Yinyue looked at Ling Yun as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Can't I be a collector's item?" Ling Yun patted Qin Yinyue's head and asked the vendor, "Where did this broken sword come from?"