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Dragon Emperor, Martial God (Web Novel) - Chapter 670: Oath
Chapter 670: Oath
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“Amitabha, this was his room…”
Master Xuanzhi proclaimed with a sorrowful expression that the room they were in was indeed the room that Master Xuanming stayed in all those years ago.
Ling Yun’s divine sense enveloped the entire room. He came to a simple bed and prayed to that empty bed with his hands clasped together.
It was as though Master Xuanming was sitting on the empty bed.
Thank you for saving my life, Great Master! Ling Yun recited in his heart.
If it wasn’t for Master Xuanming, he would have been killed by Si Kongtu. Perhaps even Qin Qiuyue, who was just there by coincidence, would have met with her death.
Ling Yun was truly grateful for Master Xuanming’s actions.
“May I know which secluded sect Honorable Master and your honorable senior came from?” Ling Yun turned and asked Master Xuanzhi after paying his respects to Master Xuanming.
“Amitabha, my senior apprentice and I hail from the Hanging Temple on Mount Heng,” Master Xuanzhi replied.
“I will definitely repay the debt for saving my life!” Ling Yun replied sincerely.
“Benefactor Ling Yun, Buddhism believes that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-floor pagoda. You were just a baby when my senior apprentice saved you. I would have done the same. I revealed all of this to you to complete his wishes. There’s no need for any repayment…” Master Xuanzhi shook his head.
Ling Yun smiled without replying.
“Does Honorable Master know where my Aunty Qingniao and Si Kongtu battled? I would like to take a look…”
“I do know, please follow me…”
They left the room, and Ling Yun called Murong Feixue over via telepathy. Both of them followed Master Xuanzhi outside of the Lingjue Temple.
They came to a small mountainous road heading to the east and to a cliff. There were no protective railings, so tourists rarely came here.
Ling Yun came to the side of the cliff, and the scene where Qingniao fought to the death for him appeared magically in front of his eyes.
The cliff stretched off the mountain and only had around nine square meters of space. Ling Yun could picture how Qingniao was forced into a corner without any reprieve and yet had to find ways to drag Si Kongtu down with her.
Aunty Qingniao, I, Ling Yun, will definitely find you if you’re still alive so that I can repay your kindness towards me. If you have passed away, I swear I’ll destroy the Devil Sect and everyone related to Si Kongtu so that I can avenge you!
Ling Yun made a silent oath and returned back to Murong Feixue’s side. “Great Master, if I can ever be of service to the Hanging Temple or you — no matter if it’s money, men, or something else — I’ll do my best to fulfill your needs!” Ling Yun gave a respectful bow towards Master Xuanzhi.
“Amitabha, benefactor, that’s too much…” Master Xuanzhi answered.
“Master Xuanzhi, I still have something to do today, so I won’t disturb you any longer. I’ll bid you goodbye for today,” Ling Yun continued.
“Sure, benefactor…” Master Xuanzhi replied.
Murong Feixue also thanked Master Xuanzhi before accompanying Ling Yun down the mountain.
Murong Feixue knew that Ling Yun was in a foul mood, so she took the driver’s seat for the drive back.
“Ling Yun, I never thought that Lingjue Temple was the place where you were…” Murong Feixue started but swallowed the last part of the sentence back.
“Adopted…” Ling Yun finished the sentence for her. He didn’t mind this.
“Big Sister Murong, I want to tell you something now, but you have to keep it a secret,” Ling Yun said to Murong Feixue with a smile.
Murong Feixue was on cloud nine since Ling Yun was willing to share a secret with her. “What is it?”
“Have you heard of the Ling Family from Beijing?” Ling Yun asked.
“Yes, didn’t that Zhu Yongwang mention it before?” Murong Feixue stopped as though she thought of something.
“Yes, I’m a descendant of the Ling Family! My biological father is the third master of the Ling Family, Ling Xiao!” Ling Yun revealed, laughing.
Squeak!
Murong Feixue floored the brakes in shock. “What!”
Murong Feixue and Murong Wenshi didn’t know any martial arts, but even they knew something about the seven big families in Beijing.
“Are you really… really from the Ling Family?” Murong Feixue repeated what she heard with a shaky voice.
“Why, is Big Sister going to regret agreeing to be with me?” Ling Yun jested while nodding.
“No. It’s just that… just that I heard that the Ling Family was almost destroyed many years ago. It also has almost no standing now… Then you… you…”
Murong Feixue was obviously worried about Ling Yun.
“Big Sister Murong, there’s no need to worry. You’ll see me bringing the Ling Family up again! It will be the greatest family in Huaxia!” Ling Yun laughed.
Ling Yun’s voice was still very calm, but Murong Feixue could feel the confidence and pride that Ling Yun had. That made her heart thump.
“Big Sister believes in you, but you have to be careful…”
Murong Feixue stepped on the accelerator again and continued after a pregnant pause. “Ling Yun, are you going to Beijing when you leave Qingshui this time?”
“Yes, my father and my uncle went missing one month ago. They’re still missing as of now. I have to quickly head to Beijing to find them now that the college entrance examinations have ended.” Ling Yun nodded.
Ling Yun’s thoughts went to Cao Shanshan. His shoulders were suddenly burdened.
The Land Rover reached Qingshui City in no time. Murong Feixue returned to the Tianxi Pavilion, while Ling Yun went back to Mansion Number One.
The sun was about to set at this point in time. Ling Yun parked his car and went to his Shichiyou herb. There were three boxes of liquidated spiritual energy as usual. He then put down five jade bottles of similar size.
Both the jade bottles and the jade box were made of Imperial green jade. They had the spirit gathering formation carved onto them, which guaranteed that spiritual energy wouldn’t seep out of them.
“The Shichiyou herb should be ripe by tomorrow at noon. This time, I should be able to obtain five bottles. That will make twenty bottles. That should be enough!” Ling Yun said with great confidence as the seventh yellow spot became more apparent.
Ling Yun would start cultivating the Divine Yang cultivation technique behind closed doors once the Shichiyou herb ripened. He would also take this opportunity to break through to Physique Tempering Stage Nine.
Ling Yun taught Tie Xiaohu the Thousand Miles Godly Steps, some meridian point techniques, and some fighting poses. He asked him to use the spiritual energy in Mansion Number One to enhance his cultivation.
After dinner, Ling Yun drove to the Luxurious Hot Springs Manor. He taught Lin Menghan the Arctic Palm since she had already reached Houtian Realm Level Nine due to her excellent caliber.
Ling Yun only broke the news that he was going to shut himself in for cultivation after his teaching session.
Ling Yun then went over to Nancui Gardens and taught the Acheron Earth God Skill to Yao Rou. He also told her to focus on her cultivation, not the matters of mere mortals.
“Ling Yun, are y-you leaving Qingshui?” Yao Rou guessed correctly after seeing his abnormal actions.
Ling Yun nodded. “I have to shut myself in for cultivation for about nine to twelve days. After that, I’ll have to leave Qingshui for a period of time.”
“You have to be careful outside. Don’t worry about the matters in Qingshui. I’ll definitely take care of things for you!” Yao Rou was a great wife without a doubt.
Ling Yun patted Yao Rou’s shoulders gently and smiled. “Yao Rou, don’t worry, I’ve made my arrangements for the matters in Qingshui. You are now at the mid-stage of Houtian Realm Level Eight. The most important matter for you from now on will be to cultivate. You have to quickly reach the Xiantian Realm so that you can be of great help to me next time, alright?”
Yao Rou nodded, her face suddenly turning red. She started but stopped.
Ling Yun found it strange. He knew that meant that Yao Rou had something to say. “What is it, Yao Rou?” he asked gently.
“I don’t dare to ask…” Yao Rou bit her red lips.
Ling Yun pinched Yao Rou’s voluptuous chest. “Tell me the truth quickly!”
Yao Rou moaned, and her whole body shook. “Hubby, w-who have you been dual cultivating with until now?”
Ling Yun understood immediately. “Lin Menghan. She’s slightly higher than you in terms of her cultivation base, at the pinnacle of Houtian Realm Level Nine. You have to catch up, okay?”
“I guessed that you dual cultivated with Big Sister Lin…” Yao Rou said with a red face, allowing Ling Yun to do whatever he pleased with her body.
“Is Rou Er jealous?”
“You have so many women around you. I’m the worst of all, but you took me a long time ago. I couldn’t be happier, why would I be jealous…”
“Rou Er, you’re really eloquent. Wear that black lingerie for me…”
“Hubby, didn’t you say we can’t engage in that for the time being?”
“I just want to take a look…”
