Holy-lighted War God

The Violet Bamboo Manor was situated outside a mountain range in the eastern suburbs of Lingxiao City. It was close together and had a circumference of six to seven thousand meters. The entire place was filled with Violet Bamboo Forest.

This purple bamboo villa was the Battle King's Mansion's property. To be more precise, it was Lingyun's personal property, Lingyun's place of entertainment.

In his previous life, he had a special preference for purple bamboo. When he saw purple bamboo, his taut heartstrings would relax.

Since he was in a bad mood, he came to the Violet Bamboo Manor to relax. Apart from him, only Ling Tian and Qin Wu had been here. Even Ling Zhan had been denied entry.

The purple bamboo was a type of spirit material. It was as hard as iron, and its body stood tall and straight. The bamboo was covered in purple veined patterns, and the bamboo leaves were like needles. Perhaps, this was the reason why Ling Yun liked it.

Lingyun preferred musical instruments, especially those made from purple bamboo. In his previous life, he had made a beautiful bamboo flute out of purple bamboo, and after refining it, that purple bamboo flute became an incomparably powerful high-grade sixth-step saint artifact. It was unknown how many demons had become dead souls under the attacks of the purple bamboo flute, making the demons feel terrified upon hearing it.

It was just that he did not know who was holding the purple bamboo flute, whether it was still protecting the human race, and whether it was still drinking demonic blood.

In the center of the Violet Bamboo Manor, there was a clear lake with a radius of a thousand meters. The surface of the lake glistened with the color of water, rippling with golden ripples.

In the center of the lake was an island, with a bamboo pavilion built from purple bamboo on top of it. Under the hazy water vapor, it appeared extremely mysterious, and it did not seem like a place a mortal lived in.

Lingyun rode his Wind Chasing Horse and arrived at the entrance of the Violet Bamboo Manor. Immediately, two little guys went up and pulled his horse. The guards outside the Violet Bamboo Manor also knelt down to greet him.

Lingyun dismounted, and told Little Si to tie the Wind Chaser Horse in the stable and feed it.

Then, under Little Si's grateful gaze, they walked into the manor. They were once beggars on the streets, it was Lingyun who took them in and made them manage the Purple Bamboo Manor for him.

If not for Ling Yun, perhaps they would have already starved to death on the streets. After arriving at the Violet Bamboo Manor, Lingyun did not order them around like using a servant. He only asked them to clean the villa and give them cultivation techniques.

Just as Lingyun entered the Violet Bamboo Manor, his eyebrows furrowed, and then relaxed. Just now he felt two powerful and obscure auras within the villa. He didn't know exactly what kind of experts they were, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of malice. Presumably, those two had been arranged to protect him here before Ling Zhan!

Otherwise, with the style of the Earth Fiend Sect, they would definitely act against him.

Thinking about the Earth Fiend Sect, Lingyun's brows couldn't help but reveal a baleful aura. He thought to himself: Jun Yue, the enmity between us will be resolved soon. Just you wait! At most one year, I will take your life.

Jun Yue, the grandson of the Sect Leader of the Earth Fiend Sect, was one of the leaders of this generation. He was already a mid-stage Martial Master, on par with Ling Tian and the others from the Ling Xiao Empire.

One year ago, Jun Yue participated in the battle between the younger generation members of the Earth Fiend Sect.

The Ling Xiao Empire and the Earth Fiend Sect were both quasi-holy lands, and they were neighbors, so there were often conflicts between them. There were even two forces that had the highest status on the surface, but they had both been killed by the other party and had accumulated a huge enmity.

After all, there were many powers that were eyeing their area covetously. In this continent, there was a vast expanse of land, which meant that there were abundant cultivation resources. Countless forces would start wars because of the competition for cultivation resources.

Although the demons had invaded and joined forces with the demons, that was only in the general direction. When the demons had invaded, it was natural that they would wholeheartedly fight against the demons, and never engage in internal strife.

However, when the demons retreated, conflicts would also occur between the two races. It was just that the conflict was relatively small and was controlled by the upper echelons. It would not cause a great disturbance, as if humans were hunting low level demon beasts.

However, the quasi-Holy Land was already considered a powerful force on the continent, and wouldn't easily fight a great battle. However, the quasi-Holy Land was already considered a powerful force on the continent, and wouldn't easily fight a great battle.

Thus, a thousand years ago, under the witness of several nearby Sacred Grounds, the two quasi-Holy Lands had made a rule that every three years, the two powers would send out a younger generation to compete with a younger generation martial king.

Until now, this rule had never caused any big trouble, and it seemed to be fair and just. This was because during the battle between the two quasi-Holy Lands, some of the surrounding great powers and subsidiary powers would be invited to come and observe. In front of the public, both forces wanted to gain face, so naturally, these two would not mess around and lose face in front of the other forces.

At that time, Lingyun and Qin Yinyue were strolling on the streets when they coincidentally met Jun Yue. Jun Yue was enchanted by Qin Yinyue's beautiful appearance and didn't recognize their identities.

Of course, he had a high status. In his eyes, it was just a woman, and he, the dignified young master of the Earth Fiend Sect, didn't want to throw himself into her arms.

As for Lingyun, he was just a trash that couldn't cultivate. Although he looked as pretty as a woman, he had no strength so he just ignored him.

Her face immediately changed when she heard Qin Yinyue's scolding. Qin Yinyue was a beauty that he had taken a fancy to, so she naturally couldn't use violence to gain a good impression of her. If she didn't make any progress in the future, then she wouldn't be able to blame himself for being impolite.

At that time, Ling Tian and Qin Wu were not far away, and Qin Wu wanted to spar with Ling Tian.

Some people were angry when they saw that Jun Yue had set his mind on Qin Yinyue. No matter what, Lingyun was still the son of the Lingyun Empire. He was kindhearted, benevolent, and did not have the temperament of a noble.

He ran over to tell the two of them that Jun Yue had set his sights on Qin Yinyue, and both of them flew into a rage. They headed straight for Ling Yun and Xia Chen Yun, just in time to see Jun Yue's palm strike towards Ling Yun.

Both of them rushed forward to stop Jun Yue, and then joined hands to beat him up. If the experts of the Earth Fiend Sect and Lingxiao Empire hadn't arrived in time, Jun Yue wouldn't have remained in this world.

Even though Jun Yue had been saved, he was still severely injured. After all, either of the two were on par with him. If the two of them teamed up, he would only be able to defend and would not be able to fight back.

At that time, both Ling Tian and Ling Tian were extremely furious and had already decided to kill. They only wanted to beat him up before killing him, otherwise, when those experts arrived, they would only see a cold corpse.

Because of this, the two forces became truly angry during the battle and immediately caused casualties. Although there were many deaths or injuries in the past, there were very few.

Jun Yue had always thought of this as a lifetime of humiliation. Since he could not take revenge on Ling Tian and Qin Wu, he hated Ling Yun and thought that everything was caused by him and had always wanted to take action against him.

Half a month ago, Ling Yun's injuries were caused by him.

Unknowingly, Lingyun had arrived at a wide grassy area. One by one, voices entered his ears, and his eyes revealed a hint of doubt. Why was it so noisy here today?

He stopped and leaned against a clump of purple bamboo. He covered his body and looked into the grass through the cracks.

There were over eighty youths and young girls on the grassland. Under the hot summer sun, they were sweating like rain, recklessly pouring out the hot-blooded energy of the youth.

Most of these teenagers were only about twelve or thirteen years old. The younger ones were around ten years old. The older ones were about fourteen or fifteen years old, and their faces were still full of immaturity.

On a field to the right of the grassland, rows upon rows of wooden stakes were erected, and there were even many handprints or fist prints on them. Some of them even had cracks on them.

At this moment, there were twenty to thirty youths throwing fists or palms at the wooden stake, their faces drenched in sweat. Some of the youths' hands were badly mutilated, and fresh red blood flowed from their hands.

However, it was as if they did not know the pain. Perhaps they were already numb to it. They could no longer feel the pain as their fists and palms continued to strike against the wooden stake.

There were also some teenagers who were running on the grass with sand bags tied around their limbs. Their young faces were flushed and they were panting. Some of them fell to the ground and rested for a while before standing up again to continue running.

Some were practicing their sword skills, while others held barbells that looked like two wheels in their hands …

Beside these youngsters, there were a few slightly older youngsters urging them and encouraging them. The youngsters originally wanted to give up, but when they heard these words, they immediately mustered their strength to continue practicing.

Although he did not hear the words of the teenagers clearly, he could guess what they were talking about.

"A bunch of idiots." Ling Yun said softly. He slowly walked out from behind the bamboo and walked towards the grass.

"Your Highness!" A few sharp-eyed youngsters saw Ling Yun walking towards them, and shouted. Their eyes were filled with worship.

Upon hearing this, all the youths who were training turned their heads to look outside the grass. Upon seeing the smiling Ling Yun, their faces were full of worship, excitement, and gratitude. They put down what they were doing and ran over to Ling Yun, calling him "Your Highness".

"Lin Xie, Luo Feng, what's going on?" Lingyun looked at the eighty-one youths in front of him who still had traces of immaturity remaining on their faces. Their faces were filled with worship as they asked the youths standing in front of them.

"Your Highness, we are all orphans and abandoned children that no one wants. It was you who saved us, and without you, we would have already starved to death on the streets, and no one would still be alive here."