Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14271 The Ancient Things Are About to Revive

"I have traveled through this world for many years and have seen countless powerful people, but I have never seen such a powerful being."

The old man's voice carried an undisguised reverence, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. His hand holding the soup bowl trembled slightly, causing the ink-black soup inside to slosh gently.

He bowed slightly, looked at the girl, his eyes filled with urgency and pleading, and pushed the bowl of ink soup forward, almost touching the girl's lips: "Drink this soup and sever your past ties."

"All the grudges and grievances of this world, and all the past events, are like fleeting clouds. Drink this soup, and you can completely sever them and feel light and carefree from now on."

His tone was somewhat urgent, as if the soup were a magic elixir that could save the girl from dire straits.

Ling Bi raised her head slightly, her gaze clear as a spring, without the slightest impurity or hesitation, quietly watching the old man, her voice as calm as ripples on a lake: "Why sever ties?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a transcendent air, as if all the world's turmoil was irrelevant to her; she was merely observing everything calmly from the perspective of an outsider.

The old man paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips, though it was somewhat forced, as if he were forcing it: "Why not stop? The past is like shackles, binding your steps forward."

"Drink this soup, forget everything, and you can start anew. Why not?"

His eyes flickered, and he dared not look the girl in the eye, as if he were avoiding something.

Ling Bi stared directly at the old man, her eyes firm and bright, and said, word by word, "The past karmic ties are severed. Whether it was joy or sorrow, love or hate in the past life, it is no longer relevant to me."

"I am who I am, I don't care about my past life, and I won't deliberately forget it."

"The past is past; what matters is the present and the future."

"I am Ling Bi, nothing more."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness, like a towering mountain, standing firm and unshakable by wind or rain.

Just as the old man was about to speak, wanting to say a few more words of advice, his expression suddenly changed drastically, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

His already withered hand suddenly grabbed the girl's right hand, his withered fingers gripping her wrist tightly like iron clamps, as if afraid that the girl would suddenly disappear.

He closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed, and the muscles in his face twitched incessantly, as if he were trying his best to sense something.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with horror, as if he had seen a ghost. He took three steps back, his body trembling slightly.

"You...you actually possess the destiny of a sword immortal!"

His voice trembled violently, each word filled with endless shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his own perception.

His face was filled with fear and awe, as if the person standing in front of him was not a young girl, but a high and inviolable deity.

Ling Bi slightly furrowed her brows, which were as dark as distant mountains, and with a gentle flick of her wrist, her movements as light as a falling feather, she easily broke free from the old man's iron-like grip.

"Sword Immortal?"

She parted her lips slightly, her tone tinged with doubt, her clear eyes filled with confusion, as if the word was both unfamiliar to her and held a strange attraction for her.

The old man gazed intently at the girl, his cloudy eyes flashing with a complex light, a mixture of shock, awe, and an indescribable expectation.

"Unbelievable! After ten thousand years, the destiny of a sword immortal has reappeared."

His voice still trembled, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with awe and fear.

The sound echoed in the silent cave, as if carrying a mysterious power that made the surrounding air heavy.

Ling Xiao, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly spoke up and asked a question. His gaze, like that of a nimble bird, moved back and forth between the old man and the girl, his eyes full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

What is a sword immortal?

His clear and resonant voice broke the oppressive silence in the cave, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The old man glanced at Ling Xiao, his eyes showing a hint of impatience, as if Ling Xiao's question had interrupted his thoughts.

"The immortal swordsman stands shoulder to shoulder with the Heavenly Dao and is revered alongside the ancient gods."

His voice was deep and serious, and every word seemed to contain endless mysteries.

His gaze never left the girl, as if she possessed some kind of invisible magic, making him afraid that she would disappear into this mysterious cave in the blink of an eye.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Ling Xiao's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. He just stood there quietly, his eyes filled with shock and contemplation, as if he was trying to digest this astonishing information.

At this moment, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and slowly turned to Xiao Lianzhu beside him. The soup bowl in his hand tilted slightly forward, and the dark soup in the bowl swayed gently with his movement, as if telling of an unknown fate.

"She won't drink it, would you like to try some?"

His voice was calm but carried an undeniable air of authority, his gaze fixed intently on Xiao Lianzhu, as if awaiting an answer.

However, in the next instant, the old man's expression changed drastically again. His already wrinkled face now looked like a crumpled piece of paper, filled with shock and disbelief.

"This... how is this possible? That one just now had the destiny of a Sword Immortal, supreme and possessing the power to destroy the world; this one has the destiny of a Soul Saint, controlling the soul and mysterious and unpredictable."

"Sword Immortal, Soul Saint! Is something ancient about to be revived?"

His voice trembled even more violently, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world, and his body also began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Ling Xiao listened from the side, completely bewildered, but his curiosity grew wildly like weeds.

He curiously peeked out, his eyes fixed on the soup bowl in the old man's hand, as if the bowl held endless secrets.

"Can this soup really allow you to see your past lives?"

His voice was full of anticipation and excitement, as if he couldn't wait to unveil the veil of his past life.

The old man nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the dark broth in the bowl, which seemed like a mysterious mirror, hiding countless untold stories.

As he gazed at it, the dark broth in the bowl rippled, like a calm lake being rippled by a gentle breeze.

"Naturally."

His voice was deep and mysterious, as if it possessed a bewitching power.

Ling Xiao immediately became interested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He moved closer like a lively little monkey, his head almost sticking into the soup bowl.

He really wanted to see what his past life was, whether it was a past life of reincarnation or a true past life.