Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14007 Which lunatic is messing around?

The spring flows gently, its water crystal clear, shimmering with silver light under the sunlight, like ribbons of water winding among the islands.

The entire island was enveloped in soft, seven-colored light, which, like a dreamlike veil, adorned the island in a picturesque and dreamlike state, making people feel as if they were in a fairyland, forgetting the troubles and noise of the world.

Inside the jade palace in the center of the island, a woman dressed in a long blue dress sat gracefully on a futon.

The light blue dress was made of a soft, flowing fabric, like a cloud, and the hem was embroidered with exquisite patterns, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Her figure was graceful and elegant, like a blooming blue lotus, exuding an extraordinary and refined temperament.

She held an ancient bamboo scroll in her hand, which, after years of weathering, exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.

On the table beside him lay a bronze compass with mysterious patterns. The patterns on the compass were intricate and complex, as if they contained the secrets of the world.

This woman was none other than the legendary beauty and noblewoman of the once mighty dynasty!
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her skin as white as snow, and her temperament elegant, like a fairy who stepped out of a painting.

Suddenly, the fairy maiden's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyebrows, as dark as distant mountains, gently creased, like a ripple on a calm lake.

The bamboo slip in her hand fell to the ground with a soft "snap," breaking the tranquility of the jade palace.

She gazed into the distance, her deep eyes seemingly containing endless wisdom and worry.

With a gentle wave of her hand, golden runes appeared in the void.

The runes shimmered with dazzling light, like golden stars leaping and twinkling in the void.

After calculating for a moment, her expression suddenly changed; her originally fair face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she exclaimed in alarm:
"Someone actually provoked the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary?"

"This is playing with fire!"

The voice was filled with shock and worry, as if it foresaw an impending disaster.

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly stood up, and with a wave of her wide sleeves, they unfurled like clouds, bringing with them a gentle breeze.

The hall was filled with a brilliant light, like dazzling sunlight, illuminating the entire jade palace.

In the light, her figure appeared even more mysterious and imposing, like a war god about to go into battle, full of fearlessness and determination.

Just then, a childish voice came from the corner: "Master, where are you going?"

The sound was crisp and melodious, as pleasant as a silver bell.

A little girl dressed in pink peeked out from the corner. She had two cute pigtails and round, bright eyes full of innocence and curiosity.

The fairy maiden's expression was solemn. She turned around, looked at the little girl, and her eyes revealed a hint of tenderness and reluctance, but even more so, determination and resolve.

She said softly, "Return to the Great Town Dynasty!"

The voice was soft, yet it was filled with undeniable power.

The little girl nodded as if she understood, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but she knew that her master's decision could not be changed.

So she stood silently to the side, watching her master's figure gradually disappear into the light.

……

In that ancient city with a long history and bustling atmosphere, the streets paved with bluestone crisscross, and shops line both sides of the streets and alleys. People come and go, and the sounds of hawking and laughter intertwine, like a lively symphony of the city.

Deep within those crisscrossing alleys, there is an inconspicuous noodle shop.

The noodle shop's signboard has been eroded by time, and the paint has long since peeled off, leaving only the words "Old Zhang's Noodle Shop" faintly visible.

The noodle shop's doors and windows were also dilapidated, with cracks all over the wood, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

In front of the noodle shop, an old man in tattered clothes was dozing off, leaning against the wall.

His hair was disheveled like straw, with a few withered leaves clinging to it, and his face was full of wrinkles, like deep ravines, etched with the hardships of life.

His clothes were tattered and patched, the colors of which were no longer distinguishable, and they emitted a faint sour smell.

A rusty iron chain hung casually from the old man's waist. The chain looked so heavily rusted that it seemed like it would crumble into powder at the slightest touch, yet it seemed to possess a unique power.

The old man was fast asleep, his head nodding slightly, a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if he were having a sweet dream.

Suddenly, the air in front of him rippled like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, carrying a mysterious and eerie aura.

Immediately afterward, a deep voice rang in his ears, as if it came from the distant depths of the earth, or as if it exploded directly in his mind: "There's something amiss, go immediately!"

In an instant, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed with a sharp light, a light as sharp and cold as lightning in a cold night.

His body jolted violently, his previously hunched back straightening instantly, as if a sleeping beast had suddenly awakened.

He suddenly grabbed the iron chain at his waist, the movement swift and decisive. The chain hummed in his hand, like the low murmur of a dragon about to awaken.

He flashed away like a ghost, speeding towards the sky, leaving only an afterimage in the same spot.

Inside the noodle shop, a middle-aged man was busy clearing away the dishes when he heard the commotion outside and rushed out.

He was burly and had a somewhat honest face, but at this moment he was filled with anxiety and anger.

He put his hands on his hips and shouted at the top of his lungs, "You old madman, what's wrong with you now! We haven't paid for the noodles yet!"

The sound echoed through the narrow alley, causing dust to fall from the walls.

The old man's reply came from the air, his voice carrying a touch of boldness and untamed spirit: "Put it on my tab! Wait for my return!"

The sound traveled through the clouds and gradually faded into the distance.

The middle-aged man stomped his foot and cursed, "You old scoundrel, you still haven't paid the bill from last time! How am I supposed to keep my noodle shop running if you always run up debts like this!"

He was so angry that his face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he waved his hands incessantly, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

But the old man had already vanished without a trace, leaving only the middle-aged man standing there, gazing at the sky, and sighing helplessly.

……

In that vast expanse of heaven and earth, there stands a towering, precipitous mountain peak that reaches into the clouds.

This peak pierces the clouds, its steep slopes and jagged rocks appearing as if cleaved by a giant axe.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, like a dream, sometimes completely obscuring the peaks, and sometimes revealing their menacing faces.

The wind howled through the mountains, making a sharp whistling sound, as if the heavens and earth were roaring in anger.

At the summit of this mountain, an old man covered in moss sat cross-legged.

He wore a tattered gray robe, riddled with holes from the passage of time, which intertwined with the moss on his body, making him seem as if he were part of the mountain rock.