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These clothes were all personally made for him by his mother, whom he had never seen before. He had never worn them, and had always carefully kept them in the box as a souvenir.

Lingyun's hands were trembling as he gently stroked these clothes, his eyes were filled with determination. Today, he decided to take a look at these clothes, his instincts told him that these clothes were definitely not simple, they definitely had something that his mother left him.

It was a guess he made from all sorts of clues. From the moment he had awakened his memory, he had felt that there was a powerful bloodline power hidden in his body. However, it was sealed.

Although the Ling family had produced more than one Martial Saint before, Ling Yun could feel that the powerful bloodline power did not belong to the Ling family.

Thus, he was able to determine that the bloodline power originated from his mother. His mother's identity was not simple, and she could not be an ordinary person. Furthermore, it was impossible for such a difficult situation to occur.

"Could it be that mother is a direct descendant of a Martial Emperor?" Ling Yun guessed, that was the only way to explain why he had such a powerful bloodline.

"It's a pity that I'm still weak now. In the past, someone had set up a Spirit Devouring Array in my aurasea, and my bloodline power has been sealed as well.

Otherwise, I would be able to determine which Martial Emperor this bloodline power came from, and then I would be able to find out where my mother is.

As for asking my father, he certainly wouldn't tell me. Perhaps this has something to do with the Spirit Devouring Array being set up in my aurasea after I was plotted against by someone. " Ling Yun frowned, this matter was related to his mother, as the son of a human, he had to investigate thoroughly.

It didn't matter who her mother was, no matter how much that power tried to stop her, she couldn't. It was her responsibility as the son of a human.

However, all of this was built on the foundation of having powerful strength. Without strength, all of this was just empty talk.

"Strength, strength." Lingyun secretly clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh without knowing it.

He gently opened his clothes and took out a shirt suitable for two months of age. A few drops of dark red blood stains attracted his attention. Other than the blood stains, there were also a few drops of tears.

He could imagine a beautiful woman with six armors sitting next to a loom, stitching the clothes of an unborn child. Because he had not done any rough work, he had pricked his fingers with needles and dripped blood on the clothes. He also thought that soon, he would be taken away by someone else and the mother and son would be separated.

"Mother, don't worry. In a few years, our family of three will be reunited." Lingyun looked at the blood and tears, and murmured softly. His eyes were filled with determination.

He picked up the clothes one by one and carefully examined every part of them. He closed his eyes and stroked them once, as if he was feeling the warmth from his mother. There was a happy smile on his face and a hint of childishness.

When there were only three pieces of clothing, Lingyun finally realized something. At the corner of the robe in his hand, he saw something different. That part was a bit more bulging than the other parts, depending on what was in it or if it was not done properly.

But no matter what it was, Lingyun wanted to open it and take a look. This was a clue that he had gotten with great difficulty.

Looking around, Lingyun found a pair of rusty scissors from a corner of the box, picked up the scissors, and carefully inserted the tip of the scissors into the seams, cutting the thread.

A corner of a slightly yellowed piece of paper was revealed, and Lingyun's eyes revealed a glaring light. Sure enough, there was a clue his mother left him.

After cutting a few more lines, a palm-sized piece of paper appeared in front of Ling Yun. The piece of paper and his clothes were stuck together, unable to be torn off.

On the paper, there were a few small delicate words. Ling Yun quickly opened his eyes and looked over.

"My son, this is the only memorial my mother left for you. I don't know if you'll be able to see it."

Sigh, mother doesn't know if you're a man or a woman, but mother hopes that you're a man. In the future, you'll be like your father, but mother won't be able to personally see you grow up.

It's not convenient to reveal your mother's identity to you, and you shouldn't come looking for your mother either. That way, they won't let you off. The power of that power is beyond your imagination.

Son, mother only wants you to grow up safely and be happy with your father.

You only need to know that your mother really loves you and your father, but your mother had her own difficulties and had no choice but to leave you father and son.

Do not think about it! "

Ling Yun clenched his fist, and suddenly laughed: "I'm not looking for you? Hehe. "Ling Yun laughed self-deprecatingly," As a son, I know that my mother is still alive, but there are difficulties, so I will definitely go.

If he didn't go, it would be no different from being an animal. "Let me see which power will prevent us from meeting again."

After putting the clothes back into the chest, Lingyun looked at the remaining three clothes again, but did not discover anything.

Calming himself down, Ling Yun tidied up his clothes and put them all back down.

Taking a deep look at his neatly arranged clothes, Ling Yun's eyes revealed a trace of determination and sharpness, as he clenched his fists.

"Mother, just wait for me to rescue you! In the past, you defended your son from the elements. "Now, your son has already awakened the memories of his previous life. In the future, your son will be able to shelter you from the elements." Ling Yun muttered softly. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"However, my strength is still low right now. All of this is still too early to say." If only he had awakened his memories from his previous life earlier. With that, with his experience from his previous life, and his comprehension of Dao intent, he might have already reached the Martial King realm.

Lingyun suppressed these thoughts. To be able to live again was enough. To ask so much, it would be too greedy.

Looking at the clothes in his eyes again, Lingyun turned his gaze to the other half of the box. There, was an even smaller box, and it was also locked by him.

He took out the key and opened the lock. Immediately, rays of golden light shot out from inside, causing the entire chest to glow with a golden light. It turned out that the contents were all gold coins.

He took out the small box and counted the gold coins inside. His handsome face could not help but turn bitter.

"He actually saved up his pocket money for a few years, only having a little over 1000 gold coins. He can't even buy a single Rank Two Spirit Dan, he's way too poor!" Lingyun speechlessly looked at the over 1000 gold coins glittering in the chest. Although this was a huge sum for an ordinary person, but for him, he couldn't even buy a single Tier 2 spiritual pill that he randomly tossed around in his previous life.

If he wanted to cultivate, he would need countless resources. Where would he get those resources?

Of course he was going to buy it, but without the money, how could he buy it? Without cultivation resources, his cultivation speed would slow down, and he did not know when he would be able to recover to his peak strength.

This was only the early stage of cultivation. When one reached the later stage of cultivation, gold coins were basically a pile of junk. The value of those cultivation resources could no longer be measured by gold coins.

Spirit stones were a type of stone produced by gathering a large amount of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. They were buried deep in the ground to form a vein of Spirit Stones, and they were divided into high school and low school levels according to the size of the vein.

A fist-sized spirit stone was worth tens of thousands of gold coins, and no one was willing to exchange it.

If it were not for the spirit stone, which could rapidly accumulate spiritual energy, it would take many years for a Martial King and above to reach a breakthrough. Only by absorbing the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth would one's aurasea be fully filled.

Furthermore, if one absorbed the spirit energy within the Spirit Stone, as long as there were around ten thousand Spirit Stones, it would be sufficient to allow an early Martial King's Aura Sea to reach its peak state. As long as one comprehended enough, he or she could break through at any time.

Also, only after a martial artist broke through to Martial King would they start to absorb spiritual energy from the spirit stones. One reason was because spiritual energy was rare, and two reason was because the spiritual energy in the spirit stones was violent. Without the power of a Martial King, it was impossible to suppress that violent energy.

However, a monstrous genius like Lingyun had long since refined his meridians to become flexible and broad, and also cultivated a heaven-defying cultivation technique like the Grandmist Paragon Art. After breaking through to martial master, he would be able to absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stones.

As he spoke to here, it had to be said that this primordial divine art was extremely tyrannical. It was actually able to forcefully absorb another person's spirit energy and turn them into one's own without any side effects.

Fortunately, I'm an arcane master, and gold coins aren't a problem for me at all. Although I'm currently unable to refine spirit pills or spirit weapons, refining some medicinal liquids isn't a problem. With the medicinal formulas I have, I can buy them for any one bottle.

Lingyun had a smile on his face. For others, earning gold was very hard, but for him, the once continent's most powerful arcane master, it wasn't difficult at all.

However, he was not foolish enough to sell a prescription. These formulas were all very important to a martial art refiner, and could be said to be his lifeblood. Besides the direct disciples, they would rarely give their exclusive prescription to others.

Moreover, as a mere warrior, it would be strange if people did not notice such a treasure. Not to mention other forces, even the Empire of Soaring Cloud would feel greedy.