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Walking out of the palace, Lingyun saw a group of guards from the palace moving the armor onto a carriage. Not far away, there were a few passerby curiously looking over. His eyes were filled with doubt: I wonder what's going on with the War King's Mansion today, they were sent out in the morning just to catch a cat, and now they seem to be transporting the armor to somewhere?

He couldn't help but guess in his heart, but no one dared to ask about it. Everyone knew that the people in the Battle King's Mansion probably had a ball of fire in their hearts because of what happened in the morning.

"Your Highness!" Seeing Ling Yun coming out, the guards all stopped what they were doing, and knelt down, clasping their fists respectfully.

"Stand up!" Lingyun waved his hand, and scanned the crowd watching from a distance. He pursed his lips, and said to a guard: "Go to the wine house and bring some wine to the carriage."

He took the rein from a man and mounted the horse. After a few minutes, the guards had already loaded the armor and the hundred jugs of wine onto the carriage. They waved their hands and said, "Let's go!"

With the horses leading the way, the guards at the back quickly got on their horses and followed behind them. A group of over a dozen men galloped out of the city. The pedestrians on the street gave way to them as they looked at the carriages and horses in the distance.

"What happened to the War King's manor?"

"Not long ago, Crown Prince Lingyun was severely injured by a sneak attack, and this morning, he was made a mess by a cat. Now, Crown Prince Lingyun is leading his troops out of the city. Could it be that he found out who attacked him and brought the guards to take revenge?"

"Idiot, can't you see the armor on the carriage? "How can this be a murder attempt?"

"Shh, this is a matter of the War King's Mansion, we shouldn't worry about it. Otherwise, we'll be in trouble!"

"…"

When the city guards saw the troops from the War King's Mansion and the armor on the carriages, their eyes narrowed. However, they did not ask any questions and immediately let them go.

In the Imperial Palace's study, a red-faced, spirited old man dressed in a dragon robe sat behind a table filled with memorials. He exuded a noble aura, and behind him, a faint aura of spirit energy rose up, emitting forth from him a pressure that no one dared to underestimate.

This half hundred old man was the current Emperor of the Soaring Cloud Empire, Ling Ao. His strength was tyrannical, reaching the Great Perfection Stage of the Martial Saint Realm. He was also an extremely famous expert in the Yuan Territory.

The Primal Region was the name of the area where the Soaring Cloud Empire was located. It was located in an inconspicuous corner of the southeast part of the continent. The five empires of humankind, Ziyou, Lingxiao, Lingxiao, Beihan, and Qingyun, were located here. Ziyou was the strongest while Lingxiao was only third.

However, a thousand years ago, the Soaring Cloud Empire was number one. Furthermore, it was one of the two strongest forces in the Yuan Territory. There was a middle stage Martial Saint overseeing it. However, later on, the martial saint of the Ling Xiao Empire was killed by the demons. His strength plummeted and he was suppressed by the other forces of the Yuan Territory.

If it weren't for the interference of the former good friends of the Alliance and the Empire of Soaring Cloud, the Empire of Soaring Cloud would have been destroyed long ago. Although it wasn't destroyed in the end, most of its territory would have been divided up.

The five kingdoms fought wars all year round, causing the Yuan Territory to be the most chaotic region to the southeast of the continent. However, the Five Great Empires only occupied a portion of the Primal region. There were still other powers scattered about, and a few of them were even more powerful than the Five Great Empires.

Ling Ao flipped through the memo. In front of his desk, a soldier in the uniform of the city guards was kneeling on one knee, reporting something.

"Oh?" After hearing the report, Ling Ao finally shifted his gaze away from the memorial. Raising his head, his eyes were sharp, and the soldier's body trembled as he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Are you saying that Yun'er brought over a dozen guards from the palace to transport a batch of heavy armor out of the city?" Ling Ao's eyes did not waver in the slightest as he asked.

"Yes!" The soldier nodded.

"There's no need to report such things to me. Whatever Yun'er wants to do, let him do. Don't worry about him." Ling Ao waved his hand, "You may leave!"

The soldier's mouth twitched and he respectfully retreated. He already knew this would happen, but the general still sent him to report, leaving him with no choice.

"What is that little fellow Yun'er doing?" Ling Ao's eyes revealed a trace of doubt, and also a trace of interest, "He made a mess at the palace this morning, and now he's transporting armor out of the city. What is he trying to do?"

"Your Majesty, do you need this subordinate to send someone to tail you?" A black-clothed guard strangely appeared beside Ling Ao, only his two eyes were exposed. His hoarse voice sounded, sounding somewhat old.

With regards to the appearance of the black-robed guard, Ling Ao was not the least bit surprised. Shaking his head, he replied, "No need, whatever he wants to do, let him be."

"But what if …" The black-robed guard's eyes revealed a trace of worry.

"Afraid that he would rebel?" Ling Ao smiled lightly as he looked at the black-robed guard, who nodded.

"I wanted to give this position to him to begin with. If he wants it, he can have it." Ling Ao chuckled, not caring in the slightest. There was even a hint of relief in his voice, his eyes full of love.

Without waiting for him to speak, Ling Ao's eyes flashed with a cold light as he continued: "Send someone to protect him from afar. At the same time, keep an eye on the movements of the Earth Fiend Sect. Right, there's also the Marquis Wen Yuan's Mansion that has been keeping an eye on us. Recently, they seem to have been quite active. "

"Yes sir!" The black-clothed guard nodded his head. His figure suddenly disappeared, like a wisp of green smoke. Only a profound fluctuation was left behind.

"Yun'er, your grandfather is unable to undo the seal on your bloodline, and there is no way for you to cultivate. For your future, your grandfather will definitely pave the way for you so that no one can bully you." Ling Ao's eyes revealed a hint of guilt as he clenched his fists tightly.

As a father, he could only helplessly watch on as his son became depressed due to what happened 15 years ago. He felt guilty for being unable to help him.

As a grandfather, he could only watch helplessly as his newly born grandson had his blood sealed. He was also unable to find and cure the reason why he couldn't cultivate.

All of this made him feel guilty day and night. He would wake up from his dream at night and think of that fiery night fifteen years ago.

This had already become his sore point. He was only over a hundred years old and had the tyrannical strength of a Martial Saint. His hair had already turned gray. This should not have appeared on him, but it did.

Furthermore, because of this matter, he had been trapped in the Martial Saint Realm for ten years. If it were not for that incident, perhaps he would have broken through to the Martial Saint Realm and allowed the Lingxiao Empire to return to being one of the Sacred Grounds.

Lingyun could not cultivate. In this world where only martial arts mattered, no one looked down on him, even though he was his royal grandson. Thus, he could only pass the throne to him, pave the way for him, suppress all objections, and establish his prestige for Lingyun.

The Mansion of the Wen Yuan was located in the westernmost area of the Ling Xiao City. It occupied an area of over 10,000 square meters, and was not small when compared to many other manors.

The Wen Yuan Mansion's power was extremely powerful. They wielded great power in the imperial court and the military and political powers had all stepped in.

In the Soaring Cloud Empire, other than the Royal Ling Family, it was more accurate to say that the Marquis' Mansion was the strongest, even the Duke of Qin's Mansion could not compare to it.

Moreover, with the increase in power, the Wen Yuan manor also began to expand its ambitions. It disobeyed the royal family's order and harbored evil intentions.

Secretly, they had won over many ministers from the imperial court. Among the thirteen nobles of the empire, three of them were already standing by their side on the surface. They did not know that there were a few who chose to watch and would not help.

The Ling family naturally did not wish for the Wen Yuan Marquis to become a large family. Otherwise, where would the prestige of the Imperial Family lie? However, they were afraid of the Wen Yuan Marquis' strength.

He was afraid that once internal strife broke out, internal and external troubles would bring disaster to the Soaring Cloud Empire.

At this moment, within a study in the Marquis' Mansion, there was a half-hundred-year-old man who was faintly emitting a suffocating pressure from his body.

The old man's eyes lit up. His eyes dimmed a bit and his expression became gloomy. He looked like the kind of person who would do anything in their power.

He was this generation's Marquis Wen Yuan, Wen Cheng. His strength had also reached the peak Martial Saint realm. However, although he was also at the peak Martial Saint realm, he was nearly a hundred years old and over twenty years older than Ling Ao.

Beside him, a somewhat feminine youth in a brocade robe stood there respectfully. His eyes were puffy and swollen; it was obvious that he was too drunk and lustful. However, his eyes shined like a fox's.

His name was Wen Shang, and he was the young duke of Wen Yuan's manor, the grandson of Wen Cheng. He was ranked fourth on the Heaven's Pride Board.

"Are you saying that Ling Yun brought a team of Battle King's Mansion guards to transport the hundred sets of armor out of the city?" Wen Shang pinched his thumb and middle finger of Orchid Flower as he spoke while looking at an extremely ordinary-looking middle-aged man kneeling in the middle of the room.

His voice was somewhat feminine and soft, somewhat like a woman's. Mn, in other words, a bit of a mother. As he spoke of Lingyun, his pair of peach blossom eyes exploded with rich killing intent and hatred.

His father had been killed by Ling Zhan that year, and the enmity between them was irreconcilable. However, Ling Zhan was powerful, and he could not find Ling Yun for revenge right now. Thus, he shifted the hatred onto Ling Yun.

"Yes, young duke!" The middle-aged man nodded and said respectfully.

"What is he trying to do? Do you want to train your troops and rebel? " Wen Shang wrinkled his brows, his eyes filled with doubt.

There was no time where he didn't want to kill Ling Yun, so he naturally knew him very well.

Furthermore, with Ling Yun's intelligence, how would he do such an impossible thing? He didn't have the strength, so even if he did take the throne, could he still hold on? Could it shock those powers in the country, as well as those forces that were eyeing the Soaring Cloud Empire covetously?

"Young Marquis, three months from now seems to be the time of the Royal Ling Family's hunt." The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up, "Then Ling Yun can't be thinking of training some personal guards to participate in the hunt, right? After all, the Ling Family will be selecting their successor this time around. Perhaps, Ling Yun is going there because of this? "

Wen Shang nodded slightly, but a voice kept telling him in his heart that this matter was definitely not that simple. However, he could not think of any other possibilities.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him, activate the spies planted within the War King's Mansion, and monitor his movements. Report to me immediately if anything happens." Wen Shang was a little worried and ordered.

"Yes sir!" The middle-aged man nodded and left respectfully.