Su Ming might not be able to sense any ripples of power from the old man before him, and he even felt as if he was a candle flame that could be extinguished with a gust of wind, but Su Ming's heart was filled with respect.
He respected the old man not because Tian Xie Zi had to sit quietly before him.
He respected the old man not because he was mysterious, but because Tian Xie Zi had to change his clothes before him.
There was only one reason why Su Ming respected the old man. He had repaired the ordinary bone xun for him. That xun contained Su Ming's memories, and repairing it was a kindness to Su Ming.
He was grateful to the old man, that was why he respected him from the bottom of his heart. This was something that would never change no matter how high Su Ming's level of cultivation was or even if the old man was truly a mortal.
"I will remember your kindness in restoring the xun for the rest of my life!" Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm towards the old man and bowed deeply.
A smile appeared on the old xun maker's face. He groped about the straw mat beside him with his right hand and soon, he brought out the bone xun that belonged to Su Ming.
"There are some things that cannot be considered kindness. Since you believed that I, a blind man, could repair it and were willing to give it to me, then it is fated with me, and you are also fated with me.
"This is fate, not kindness." The old man held the bone xun in his right hand and gently caressed it with his left.
"Come, sit in front of me …." the old man said softly. "This xun is damaged, but its external injuries aren't important. What's important is that it has no soul. Did its previous owner disperse when he played the xun song?"
Su Ming fell silent and sat down before the old man. As he looked at the bone xun in the old man's hands, a hint of grief flashed briefly in his eyes.
"That should be it …" The old man sighed.
"Not only did its previous owner's life disappear, the xun's soul also disappeared, causing it to no longer want to make any sound. This is the main reason why it was damaged." The old man lifted his hand and handed the bone xun forward.
It was only at this moment that Su Ming could tell that the old man was indeed blind based on the details.
"It … can it make sound now?" Su Ming took the bone xun in his hands. The cracks on the xun had now turned into blood lines, making it look as if the cracks had been sewn together. The xun had also become much heavier, and it felt heavy in his hands.
"I can only heal its external injuries. As for the fact that its soul is no longer willing to bend, that is not something that I can change. The only one who can change it is you," said the old man softly.
"I've always believed that the xun has a soul, and that the sound it makes is a whimper … If the xun had no soul, how could it bear the weight of one's emotions? How could it emit a sound that allows one to be immersed in it?
However, some people can sense the soul of the xun, while others can't. " The old man looked at Su Ming, but the lifeless look in his eyes gave others a feeling that the world he saw was different from the world around him.
"The xun has a soul …" Su Ming mumbled. He remembered the many lonely nights he had held the xun and quietly played a song that only he could hear. The sorrow in the song was like moonlight shining on the earth, causing Su Ming to recite the memories of the song time and time again.
"The xun's soul is already dead … That kind of death is faint and cannot be explained, but the first time I saw it, I knew that its soul was no longer there.
"If you want it to make sound once again, to make the sound that belongs to you and the sound you want to hear, then you … will need to give it a new soul!" There was an ancient tone to the old man's voice as it echoed in the house. Occasionally, the sounds of children playing could be heard from outside. It sounded as if they were near, but at the same time, they seemed to be far away, causing Su Ming to fall into a daze as he listened.
"How can I do this?" Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the old man.
"Forget it." The old man remained silent for a moment before he closed his eyes.
Su Ming looked at the xun in his hands and was stunned for a long time. He got up and bowed deeply towards the old man. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his footsteps came to a halt.
"Senior, there are many disasters in the Land of South Morning, and this tribe is located not too far away from Sky Mist City … If it's possible, you should move to the center. The battle of a hundred years might not be the same as before," Su Ming said softly and lifted the door to the house before he walked out.
The moment he took half a step out of the house, the old man's ancient voice came from behind him.
"There is no place in the world that is relatively safe, but similarly, there is no place that is relatively dangerous either. Does a plant have a choice?"
Su Ming paused for a moment. He did not quite understand the meaning behind the old man's words. In silence, Su Ming walked out of the house and out of the small tribe.
As he looked at the clear sky, a complicated look appeared on Su Ming's face, but there was determination in his heart. He knew that he was about to face a disaster that had never appeared before in the Land of South Morning. He also knew that there might be an innumerable amount of people who would die in this disaster.
He could choose to run away and find a place to isolate himself and wait for the disaster to arrive. Perhaps then he could escape the danger. However, he could also choose not to run away. Instead, he could use the baptism of this natural disaster to make himself stronger!
Normal cultivation would slow down in less than ten years. If one wanted to live a better life and become stronger, then one must have a fearless heart.
If there was no good fortune, then there would be good fortune through battle. If there was no good fortune, then there would be good fortune through slaughter. If there was a bottleneck in cultivation, then there would be blood to solve it. If there was a crisis in life and death, then there would be madness in life and death to create a path that belonged to oneself.
"There is no place in the world that is relatively safe, and neither is there a place that is relatively dangerous …" Su Ming mumbled. The further he went, the more determined his footsteps became.
Su Ming continued walking like this. He did not activate his speed, and neither did he circulate any of his cultivation base. He did not even circulate his Qi. With just his body, he walked through the mountain range and the forest like a mortal.
He walked toward the direction of Heavenly Mist City.
His goal was Heavenly Mist City, but the goal in his heart was Dark Mountain. Even though he was walking on this path, Dark Mountain still appeared in his mind.
As he walked on his way home, he walked through his memories, as if he was searching for it.
The rise and fall of the mountain range, the dampness in the forest, and the swamps did not make Su Ming stop for too long. Three days passed by as he continued walking.
In truth, if Su Ming used his full speed, he would only need a moment to cover this three-day journey, but he had no choice.
In the beginning, he had intentionally made himself forget his cultivation base and everything else, but slowly, as he walked through the mountains, forests, plains, and other places, when he could no longer see any other people in this vast world, he gradually entered a state that was akin to forgetting everything else.
He forgot his own cultivation base, forgot that he was walking in the Land of South Morning, forgot his goal, and forgot many other things. When the fourth night arrived, Su Ming became tired as he walked through the forest.
He leaned against a big tree in exhaustion and lifted his head to look at the night sky. He looked at the moon that was partially hidden behind the many leaves and brought out his xun.
He placed the xun by his lips, closed his eyes, and blew into it softly. Yet even after a long time had passed, not a single sound came from the forest. There was a nostalgic look on Su Ming's face, as if he was immersed in the song of the xun in his memories.
There were three people charging towards Su Ming from the direction of Sky Mist City at the edge of the forest. They were a distance away from where Su Ming was, but they were not too far away from him.
The three people were moving forward cautiously. The person in the lead had his eyes closed, and there was an invisible layer of ripples spreading in a circular area of several thousands of feet around him. Once the ripples touched the big trees, some of them would bounce back, and only when they touched the small creatures in the forest would a large amount of them gather together.
Under the moonlight, the picture of a bat could be seen on that person's face. That was not a Berserker Mark … it was a Tattoo!
The Shaman's Tattoo!
One of the two people following behind that person was incredibly tall and built. He looked as if there was a great amount of power contained within him. His bulging muscles made him look like a small hill. With every single step he took, the ground would tremble, but strangely, not a single sound could be heard.
That person carried a gigantic battle axe on his shoulder. The blade of the axe was dark red, and it was the mark left behind by dried blood.
The other person was a short and thin figure. From the curve of her figure, it could be seen that she was a woman. Her appearance was ordinary, her face was slightly dark, and her eyes were like lightning. Among the three of them, this woman was the one who moved the fastest. It was as if she had to slow down to maintain the same speed as the three of them.
There was a poisonous fly tattooed on the woman's face, causing her to look ugly.
The three of them charged forward, and before long, they stopped in the forest. At that moment, the three of them were only fifty thousand feet away from Su Ming, but it was clear that the three of them had yet to notice Su Ming's existence. Su Ming was also immersed in the soundless song of the xun. The three of them did not know that there was a mortal enemy of theirs that would fight to the death once they ran into each other fifty thousand feet away.
"This is the place. According to our promise, we have to wait for Wu Duo for two hours. Let's wait here. Ying Huan, you're the fastest. Patrol a circular area of 100,000 feet around this place and make sure that it's safe.
"According to the map, there are no tribes here. The nearest tribe is also quite far away. There shouldn't be any Berserkers here, but we still have to be careful."
"If Wu Duo doesn't come after two hours, then I'll leave." The woman among the three turned around and cast a glance at the person who spoke, then disappeared into the night.
"Wu Duo loves killing. If he doesn't come, then I'll leave as well." The man with the battle axe sat down by the side and cast a cold glance at the person with the bat tattoo on his face.
"Don't worry. He needs the Shaman Crystals we brought, so he'll definitely come. Once the trade is done, then the three of us won't have lost so many people to enter the land of Berserkers. With his Arts, we can turn into Berserkers and … avoid the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands." The person with the bat tattoo on his face spoke in a low voice. When he mentioned the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands, his breathing clearly quickened.
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