C11

His hand lightly pushed against the bamboo door, and with a creak, the door opened. What entered his sight was a woman's room: a pink veil, a pink tablecloth, a pink carpet, and a feminine scent mixed with the fragrance of orchids.

Ling Zhan closed his eyes with an intoxicated expression, revealing a gentle expression on his resolute face.

Soon, he opened his eyes and a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes. He gently lifted his foot and walked into the room. The interior of the room was very simple. Other than the beds, tables, chairs, and dresser, there was nothing else.

The painting hanging on the side of the dressing table was made of fine sandalwood. The painting depicted a gentle and beautiful woman with a faint smile on his face. It was truly beautiful. Behind the girl was a thick parasol tree.

Ling Zhan walked up to the portrait and blankly stared at the woman in the painting. With a gentle expression, his hands trembled slightly as he extended them towards the portrait and gently caressed the girl's face.

"Wan Qing, our child is actually the reincarnation of the Sacred Light Martial Saint. He is the person you admire the most!" Ling Zhan said gently, "With his talent, our family of three will be reunited in just a few years. No one can stop him."

"Blame me for being useless. If I don't have the ability to protect you, they will take you away. Even hope for us meeting each other will be placed on our child. It's all my fault for giving him so much pressure."

If Ling Yun heard this, he would definitely ask him who his mother was. Why did Ling Zhan, his grandfather, his uncles, and the other elders all say that his mother died.

Lingyun had just returned to his room and started cultivating. There was a Rank 3 Spirit Convergence Array laid in the palace, and the spiritual energy was extremely dense, especially in the depths of the palace, which was closer to the large eyes, and the spiritual energy was richer than the surroundings.

Circulating the Grandmist Paragon Art, the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him like a tide. A vortex of spiritual energy appeared in the air above the small courtyard, like a funnel.

The dense Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth poured down into the room Lingyun was in. It was sucked into Lingyun's meridians, and was then followed by the Hongmeng Paragon Technique's circulation route into his aurasea.

Endless amounts of spiritual energy surged into Lingyun's aurasea like tidewater, and Lingyun compressed and solidified the spiritual energy, making it look like a lake formed from water droplets.

Time passed by unhurriedly, and the moonlight shone in from outside the window.

If anyone saw what was happening in his aurasea, they would see that thirty percent of his aurasea was covered with spiritual energy. When the spiritual energy in his aurasea was full, it would be the day for him to break through to the Martial Master realm.

"This Qi Sea is too abnormal!" "It's actually this big." The bigger his Qi Sea, the stronger his potential. The more Qi in his Qi Sea, the more energy he would have in his Qi Sea, and when fighting with warriors of the same stage, he would be able to deplete his Qi and kill his opponent.

Of course, there was also a drawback to having a large Qi Sea. That was, it was harder for him to break through than others, and he would take longer to accumulate spiritual energy than others.

However, he had the Grandmist Sovereign Technique and the experience of breaking through to Martial Emperor in his previous life, so all of this was not a problem. As long as he had enough time to accumulate energy, his cultivation would soar and he would reach the early stage of Martial Emperor.

However, the consequence of doing so was that his cultivation level would be unstable and it might possibly cause his cultivation level to drop. In the future, it would be extremely difficult to advance any further.

Therefore, what he needed to do was not to break through realms, but to reach the limits of each realm. This way, he would be even more heaven defying than he was in his previous life.

Standing up, he walked to the window, pushing it open. Raising his head to look at the bright night sky, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in his heart. Chi Yue, are you okay? Did you recover from your injuries?

In the eastern part of the continent, thousands of kilometers away from the Soaring Cloud Empire, there was a mountain range that stretched off into the distance. From the sky, one could see Haoyue's moonlight turning into rays of light, entering the pavilion.

This place was one of the most powerful holy lands of the continent, the Haoyue Holy Land. It had existed since the ancient times, and was one of the most ancient and powerful forces of the human race.

Even in the ancient times when there were countless experts, it was still a top power, only second to a few Divine Sect level transcendent powers.

In this era, although the Hao Yue Sacred Land was not as glorious as it was during the ancient times, it was still one of the strongest powers on the continent. The pillar of the human race, a hundred years ago, was overseen by the continent's number four Martial Emperor Mingyue. A hundred years later, because Mingyue was injured, she was forced out of the ranks of the nine Titled Martial Emperors.

Furthermore, Hao Yue Holy Land still had a new Titled Martial Emperor guarding it: Moon Goddess Chi Yue. She had killed a Great Circle Martial Emperor of the demon race sixty years ago, and had become a Titled Martial Emperor. Furthermore, she was ranked fifth.

In the back mountain of Hao Yue Peak, the main peak of the Hao Yue Holy Land, was a forest filled with purple bamboo, and in the middle of the forest was a simple little courtyard.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, a lady in a white dress looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and could not help but let out a faint sigh. In the Violet Bamboo Forest, a woman in a white dress looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and could not help but let out a faint sigh.

The moon was still the moon of the past. It was still so bright. It had existed for a long time. However, the world had already changed. Things had changed, and only tears remained.

"Big Brother Ling Yun, if you were here, how great would it be! That way, we would be able to see the moon and stars together." Chi Yue muttered softly, her voice a little choked with sobs. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Even after a hundred years, there were still no traces of her peerless beauty, making one's heart beat faster.

Chi Yue revealed a bitter expression, "You heartless person. You clearly promised me that you would accompany me for the rest of my life. In the end, you abandoned me and left by yourself."

Not far behind her, Mingyue, whose hair had turned slightly white, looked at her beloved daughter. She let out a light sigh, and a trace of helplessness appeared in her eyes that were filled with the vicissitudes of life.

A little boy dressed in a white robe, who looked like he was sculpting jade, ran from the Violet Bamboo Forest to the front of Chi Yue. He opened his arms and said in a baby voice, "Mother, mother, mother."

Chi Yue wiped away the tears on her face, and looked at the little boy in front of him. Her eyes were filled with affection, and if not for this little fellow's existence, he might have already gone to accompany Ling Yun!

Embracing the little boy, Chi Yue gently rubbed his little head, asking: "Xing Yu, why aren't you playing anymore?"

"It's not fun here at all. I'm tired of it." Ling Xingyu frowned and said with some dissatisfaction, "The Holy Spirit Sect is still the most interesting." Wiping away the tears on his mother's face, Ling Xingyu said in a baby voice, "Mother, you're crying again."

"Are you thinking about Daddy again?" Ling Xingyu's innocent big eyes blinked as he looked at Chi Yue and asked. Even though he was asking, he already had the answer in his heart.

She originally wanted to sacrifice her life for Lingyun, but now that she had Lingyun's child, how could she do that, and in order to protect the Holy Spirit Sect.

That was Ling Yun's hard work, and was the only bit of memory he had left her, with the exception of Ling Xingyu. She would never let the Holy Spirit Sect disappear, let the dao he had left in this world disappear, and let that happy memory disappear.

Thus, after the birth of the child, she used the secret technique of the Haoyue Holy Land to seal the child in the forbidden area of Haoyue for a hundred years.

However, she didn't expect that there would be an accident. The seal suddenly became ineffective three years ago, and she was able to take the child out of the seal.

Now, the child had become her hope for survival.

Lingyun kept on looking at the bright moon, and took out a bamboo flute made of purple bamboo from his sleeve. The bamboo flute was beautifully crafted, with a dragon and phoenix carved on it, and the sun and moon and stars.

"Wuwuwu!"

Putting the bamboo flute to his lips, Lingyun lightly blew, and lightly flicked his hand. A melodious flute melody came out from the bamboo flute, carrying with it a deep grief, indignation, and helplessness.

When Ling Zhan, who was in the study room, heard the flute, his brow creased slightly. When he heard the flute melody clearly, his body flashed, and he disappeared in a shadow.

After a few breaths of time, Ling Zhan strangely appeared on top of a large tree not too far away from Lingyun's courtyard. He quietly listened to the sorrowful flute music, and faintly sighed.

The night passed quickly, and Haoyue once again hid himself in the clouds, disappearing without a trace. The stars also blinked their eyes, looking somewhat unwilling to part with him, but slowly dimmed down.

A ray of warm sunlight shone on Lingyun's face. Lingyun stretched his stiff body and felt sleepy. After all, he had not slept the entire night. How could he not be sleepy after standing like this for an entire night.

With a yawn, Lingyun ran to the bed, crawled into bed, and fell into a deep sleep. After a while, a loud snoring sound came from his room.

Lingyun stretched, and like a carp jumped out of the blanket. He stuck his head out of the window and saw that it was late in the morning.

Scratching his head, Lingyun wore a cyan long robe with a jade belt tied around his waist. He casually wiped his face, combed his hair, and tied it with a purplish-gold crown before opening the door and leaving the room.

Walking out of his room, Ling Yun headed straight for the Duke's Mansion's storeroom. To see if there were any suitable medicinal ingredients to boil some medicinal liquid, and to apply it on his wounds, quickly healing himself.

At this point, Lingyun could not help but feel a little helpless. His cultivation was only at the middle stage of the warrior realm, otherwise why would he need such a small injury?