Chapter 14272 Blood Calamity Demon Palace

"Let me see what kind of person I was in my past life!"

Ling Xiao's voice was filled with urgency and longing, as if he could already see his glorious and magnificent figure from his past life.

The old man's gaze was deep and focused as he steadily handed the bowl of soup, which exuded a mysterious aura, to Ling Xiao. The dark broth in the bowl rippled slightly, as if telling a secret unknown to others.

Just as Ling Xiao was staring intently, trying to glimpse his past life through the inky soup, a sudden change occurred.

The soup bowl seemed to be struck by an invisible, enormous force, and suddenly began to vibrate violently, emitting a "buzzing" sound that was sharp and piercing, like a roar from hell.

Then, with a "bang," it exploded, and the inky soup splattered out like a black rainstorm, carrying a nauseating stench.

The old man reacted extremely quickly. The instant the soup bowl shattered, he pushed off the ground with both feet and shot backward a hundred feet like an arrow.

However, even though he was moving at top speed, some of the splattered soup still splashed onto him.

His wide sleeves were corroded by the splattered soup, leaving several holes. The fabric around the holes was charred and curled, as if it had been burned by a raging fire, and was still emitting wisps of smoke.

Ling Xiao was stunned by this sudden turn of events. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word. He could only stand there blankly, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Ling Bi stood to the side, her originally calm eyes blinking slightly, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

She slowly turned her head to look at Ling Xiao, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry, as if she wanted to see some clues from him.

In the distance, the old man's face turned extremely ugly, and his already wrinkled face was now filled with disbelief.

His lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself, "How is this possible? This Reincarnation Soup has never encountered such a bizarre situation in countless years. What's going on today?"

As he spoke, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flash, he teleported back to Ling Xiao's side.

His withered hands gripped Ling Xiao's clothes tightly like iron clamps, and with a forceful tug, he pulled Ling Xiao closer to himself.

His voice trembled violently, as if every word was filled with endless shock and doubt: "Who were you in your past life?!"

"This Reincarnation Soup can reflect past lives, but it has shattered because of you. You must be hiding a shocking secret!"

Ling Xiao helplessly shrugged, a wry smile on his face, and said, "How could I possibly know about my past life if you ask me that?"

“I grew up in this place and know nothing about my past life.”

He paused, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes, then said seriously, "However, I think I must have been an extraordinary person in my past life, I'm quite certain of that."

"Otherwise, this Reincarnation Soup wouldn't have exploded because of me. Maybe in my past life I was a powerful being who could control heaven and earth and dominate the universe!"

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's words, the old man was so angry that he glared at Ling Xiao, his beard bristling and eyes wide with fury. He suddenly looked up at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with anger and resentment: "You... even if you are a sword immortal or a soul saint, you cannot possibly make me release even a single drop of this Reincarnation Soup!"

"This Reincarnation Soup was crafted with countless hours of painstaking effort and rare ingredients. It contains mysterious power that even the lofty Sword Immortals and Soul Saints cannot easily destroy. Just what kind of monster are you?!"

Ling Xiao stroked his chin, a sly glint in his eyes, and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps I'm even more powerful than a Sword Immortal or a Soul Saint?"

"Perhaps in my past life I was a being who surpassed sword immortals and soul saints, a supreme deity who has never appeared in this world before!"

The old man laughed in anger, his wrinkles becoming even more distorted with rage. He roared, "Nonsense! On the Bai Ze Continent, Sword Immortals and Soul Saints are the most revered beings. They wield immense power and are admired by all."

"You call yourself a brat, yet you dare to spout such nonsense, claiming you're better than them?!"

His words suddenly stopped, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his voice becoming low and hoarse: "You are not from the Bai Ze Continent!"

"People from the Bai Ze Continent couldn't possibly possess such a strange aura. Where do you come from?"

Ling Xiao shrugged helplessly, a nonchalant expression on his face, and said, "Maybe."

"I don't remember where I came from, I just know that I woke up here."

Immediately, his tone shifted, a glint of anticipation flashing in his eyes, as he tentatively asked, "Senior, do you have any cultivation techniques or secret treasures here that need to be passed down?"

"Judging from your abilities, you must have a lot of good stuff on you."

"If there is anything I can entrust to you, I will do my best."

"Although I'm not very strong right now, I believe I will become very strong in the future and will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Xiao Lianzhu stood beside Ling Xiao, her slender, fair hand gently tugging at his sleeve, the movement as soft as a breeze brushing against flower petals.

She lowered her head slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, and said in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear, "Brother Ling, let's be more reserved."

"You were so direct in asking the old man for cultivation techniques and secret treasures. It would be bad if you displeased him."

Ling Xiao was taken aback by Xiao Lianzhu's sudden words. His mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know how to respond. He could only stand there awkwardly with a simple, sheepish smile on his face.

The old man stood aside, taking in the whole scene. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze filled with disdain and scrutiny, and glanced at Ling Xiao. His voice was deep and authoritative: "Do you know who I am?"

The sound seemed to carry an invisible pressure, making the surrounding air feel heavy.

Ling Xiao's heart tightened, and he quickly and honestly shook his head, showing a sincere and humble expression, and said, "Please give me your guidance, senior."

"As a newcomer, I am unfamiliar with many things in this world. I hope you will be kind enough to teach me."

The old man snorted coldly, slowly turned around, and stretched out his withered hand, pointing into the depths of the cave.

The place was originally dark and gloomy, but now a pitch-black door has appeared out of nowhere. The door seems to be formed from endless darkness, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura.

A plaque hangs above the door, its characters written in a vigorous and elegant style, as if two dragons were playing in the clouds, bearing the two large characters: Blood Calamity Demon Palace!
The handwriting exuded a sharp, murderous aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"Blood Calamity Demon Palace?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his eyes filled with doubt, and muttered to himself, "Where is this place?"