Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14123 Why don't you try crying a couple of times?
A little bit of tempering?

When Ling Xiao heard Green Spirit casually utter the words "a little tempering," the alarm bells in his heart instantly went off, their sharp sounds echoing in his mind.

He knew his senior's temperament all too well; behind that seemingly calm tone often lay unimaginable hardships and dangers.

The "little bit" mentioned by the elders is probably enough to put ordinary people in a life-or-death dilemma, struggling in the abyss of pain, unable to live and unable to die!

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but ask again, his voice filled with urgency and unease: "Senior, is it really... just 'a little'?"
Please don't tease me; this is crucial to my success in learning the Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist!

Green Spirit's voice remained calm and even, like a bottomless ancient well, without the slightest ripple, as she replied with unusual certainty, "Mm."

Upon hearing this brief reply, Ling Xiao's forehead instantly creased with several black lines, and he couldn't help but groan inwardly: I'd never believe you!
You old senior, you just love to make things mysterious like this, making me feel all uneasy.

But what can I do now?

However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

Ling Xiao knew that the Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist was an unparalleled martial art. If he could successfully master it, his combat power would undergo a tremendous change.

The physical body of a Cangyue Realm cultivator is already incredibly powerful. If it were combined with the unparalleled sharpness of the Evil Dragon Breaking Realm Fist, how majestic and invincible it would be!
At that time, in this cruel world of cultivation, I will have more power to protect myself and will not be bullied by others at will.

pain?
It hurts, so be it!

It's better than being crushed to death with a single finger in the future, like an ant with no power to resist!
Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly sharpened, revealing determination and resolve, without the slightest hesitation.

He slowly sat cross-legged, his posture upright like a pine tree, his eyes tightly closed, as if to shut out all external disturbances.

His mind slowly sank into his body, and in an instant, he felt as if he were in a vast, boundless torrent of qi and blood.

That vital energy, like a surging river, flowed endlessly.

It resembles a raging fire, intensely hot.

A slight thought, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creates ripples.

The immense power of blood and qi, like an ancient ferocious beast awakened, let out a deafening roar and suddenly surged forth!
Following the profound path recorded in the incantation, this violent power was forcibly guided, like a brave and fearless warrior, charging into the hidden meridians that needed to be connected in reverse!

"Uh……!"

In the instant his blood and qi surged backward, Ling Xiao felt a piercing pain strike him like lightning, instantly spreading throughout his body.

His eyes suddenly snapped open, bloodshot and bulging as if they were about to spew fire.

It felt as if millions of red-hot steel needles were simultaneously piercing his limbs and bones, each needle carrying a scorching heat, burning his flesh bit by bit.

It was as if countless blunt knives were frantically scraping against the inner walls of his meridians, making a chilling sound. Each scrape made his meridians feel as if they were about to break.

The excruciating pain surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing him.

Ling Xiao felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, and every cell was groaning in pain.

His features were distorted by extreme pain, and his once handsome face was now hideous and terrifying.
His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, as if he wanted to crush them.
Cold sweat poured out like a waterfall, instantly soaking his clothes, which dripped to the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

"Senior! This...this is simply the pain of having one's marrow extracted and one's soul refined!"

Ling Xiao forced out a broken scream through clenched teeth, his voice filled with pain and despair.

Every word seemed to have been written with all his might, carrying endless sorrow and resentment.

Green Spirit's voice drifted over, seemingly coming from a distant horizon at the moment when Ling Xiao was in so much pain that he was on the verge of collapse. It carried a hint of indifference as it said leisurely, "Oh?"

Well... why don't you try crying a couple of times?
Maybe crying will lessen the pain a bit.

Ling Xiao: "..."

He felt his head buzz, and his vision went black for a moment. He was almost choked to death by this sudden and absurd answer.

At this critical juncture of life and death, when he was in unbearable pain, his senior could still utter such callous words, which made him both angry and annoyed, yet he was helpless.

At this moment, the true essence within Ling Xiao's body was still reversing wildly, and that power was like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, recklessly crashing against his meridians.

Within the meridians, it felt as if a raging fire was burning, and each impact felt like repeatedly roasting the soul on the fires of hell, causing unbearable pain.

Every inch of skin and every bone was enduring immense torment, as if it were being torn apart by this force.

However, the ruthlessness that Ling Xiao possessed, honed through countless life-and-death experiences, erupted completely at this moment.

He held only one firm belief in his heart: if he couldn't even get past this hurdle, how could he talk about competing for the Great Dao?

In this dog-eat-dog, cruel world of cultivation, only by constantly breaking through one's own limits can one gain a place on this vast path; otherwise, death is the only outcome!
His eyes were bloodshot, like two burning flames. He bit his gums until they bled, and thin streams of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

But he stubbornly endured the excruciating pain that would have shattered the soul of an ordinary cultivator, his body remaining as still as a rock.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on his arms bulged like winding earthworms.

As he persisted relentlessly, strange phenomena suddenly occurred!
Centered on his body, the surrounding space began to distort and tremble violently, as if it could not withstand this powerful force and groaned in unbearable agony.

The sound was like the wail of a dying man, sending chills down one's spine.

His right sleeve was torn to shreds, turning into pieces of cloth that scattered in the gale.

The muscles on his entire arm bulged out like a monstrous dragon, with veins crisscrossing like the roots of an old tree, displaying boundless power.

Beneath the skin shone a dazzling golden-red light, as if a stream of molten lava was flowing within, ready to erupt at any moment.

A destructive energy powerful enough to tear the sky apart and pierce the earth was frantically gathering in his right fist!

That energy, like a volcano about to erupt, contained boundless majesty and terror.

The air around the fingertips was compressed to the extreme, emitting a sharp and piercing shriek, as if it were the howling of ghosts from hell.

It even conjured up fine black electric sparks out of thin air, those sparks like black venomous snakes, weaving through the air and emanating a chilling aura.