Batian Martial Soul

Ling Xiao paused, as if gently pulled by an invisible hand. He slowly turned around to look at the old man, his eyes questioning, his gaze like twinkling stars in the night sky, eager to get more information from the old man.

"Is there anything else, senior?"

The old man remained silent for a moment, his murky gaze slowly sweeping over Ling Xiao, as if a precise ruler were carefully examining something.

His eyes held both curiosity about Ling Xiao and an indescribable anticipation.

Then, he slowly said:

"You...it seems you also cultivate the path of the physical body?"

The voice was deep and magnetic, as if it came from ancient times.

Ling Xiao nodded, his expression calm and composed, like a clear lake without a ripple, readily admitting:

"That's right, I have dabbled in it, but it's not my major."

"I just happened to come across some methods of physical cultivation on the path of cultivation. I felt that they were helpful for improving both my body and my cultivation level, so I tried practicing them."

A faint, slightly arrogant smile appeared on the old man's face, a smile as warm as the winter sun, both comforting and tinged with mystery.
"Our 'Sword Sect' lineage has a deep understanding of tempering the physical body and unlocking the secrets of the human body, and we have our own unique insights."

"Since ancient times, our ancestors have been exploring this path, accumulating rich experience over countless years."

"The sect treasures some physical supernatural abilities that have long been lost to the outside world. These techniques are extremely profound, and each one contains endless mysteries and power."

"I wonder...would you be interested in observing and learning from this?"

"The Sword Sect excels at physical cultivation?"

Ling Xiao's eyes widened, momentarily stunned, as if a huge question mark had suddenly been stuffed into his head.

In his understanding, the Sword Sect has always been known for its unparalleled swordsmanship. When those Sword Sect masters wield their longswords, their sword energy is unstoppable, like a dragon emerging from the sea or lightning flashing across the sky, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.

But upon suddenly hearing that the Sword Sect was skilled in physical cultivation, it was as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in his heart.

Is it really that surprising?

"The Sword Sect's method of tempering the body by refining precious swords is also unique."

The old man smiled as he looked at Ling Xiao's astonished expression. His smile was tinged with pride and mystery, as if it held countless untold secrets.

In his view, the Sword Sect's unique cultivation method is like a treasure hidden deep in the mountains; once it is discovered, it will surely amaze people.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao was visibly stunned, his expression of astonishment frozen in time.

This sudden show of goodwill was like an unexpected downpour, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

He frowned, his eyes full of doubt, and couldn't help but ask:

"why?"

"Why would you be willing to pass on such a secret technique to me, senior?"

"I am just a greenhorn with no deep connection to the Sword Sect. There must be some reason for this."

The old man gently shook his head, a gesture that seemed to carry a detached and carefree air, his tone profound and unfathomable, like a voice from the clouds:

"This is the way of things, why bother asking why?"

"Everything in the world has its own laws and destiny."

"There may be some kind of preordained connection between you and the Sword Sect."

"If you are interested, you can stay here for a while and focus on your cultivation."

"This place is serene and rich in spiritual energy, making it an excellent place for cultivation."

"I can guarantee that your physical strength and potential will undergo a transformative change!"

"Like a piece of uncut jade, once carefully polished, it will surely shine with dazzling brilliance."

Having witnessed the middle-aged man's abnormal physical strength and the miraculous "Primordial Vajra" supernatural power, Ling Xiao was already very tempted.

The middle-aged man exuded an aura of indestructibility, like a moving mountain, and no matter how the enemy attacked, they could not shake him in the slightest.

When the "Primordial Vajra" divine power was unleashed, it shone with dazzling light, as if the body was draped in a layer of golden armor, which made him extremely envious.

If his own physical body could reach that level, combined with his demonic cultivation techniques and numerous trump cards, what would he have to fear in this world?
The scene was so beautiful that just thinking about it made his heart burn with excitement, as if a flame was burning fiercely within him.

Without almost any hesitation, Ling Xiao nodded immediately, his eyes gleaming with a longing that shone like the brightest star in the night sky.

"interested in!"

"I am very interested in this!"

"I humbly request your guidance, senior. I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations!"

The old man's eyes flashed with approval at Ling Xiao's straightforward response, as if he was quite satisfied.

He nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if pleased with Ling Xiao's decisiveness.
"good."

"In that case, come with me."

"This training ground of the Sword Sect is extraordinary and will surely broaden your horizons."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer. His steps were light yet exuded a steady strength, as if each step was in step with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

He led Ling Xiao out of the mysterious chamber, as if leading a fledgling eagle full of potential.

The door to the secret room closed slowly behind them, making a low, resonant sound, as if bidding them farewell.

Afterwards, they left the puppet city filled with machinery and mysterious power.

The outline of the Puppet City gradually blurred behind them and eventually disappeared from sight.

Along the way, the wind whistled past their ears, blowing their clothes.

Ling Xiao followed closely behind the old man, his eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.

Before long, the two arrived at a desolate mountain range tens of thousands of miles away from Puppet City.

This mountain range is like a corner forgotten by time, surrounded by death and lifelessness.

From afar, one could feel an extremely cold aura rushing towards them, an aura like countless sharp knives cutting into one's skin.

What stands before us is no ordinary mountain peak.

It was a terrifying iceberg, towering into the clouds as if it were about to pierce the sky.

The surface of the iceberg is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a dazzling, cold light that makes it difficult to look directly at.

Within the iceberg, a mysterious blue light faintly flows—that is the extremely cold water!
This extremely cold water is the coldest substance in the world, and it is said to possess the power to freeze everything.

Its existence makes this iceberg even more mysterious and dangerous, like a huge treasure trove hiding countless secrets, waiting for a destined person to open it.

But the biting cold sent shivers down one's spine. (End of Chapter)