Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiezhu was overjoyed.

Another big deal was closed, a deal worth a full ten thousand spirit stones. He rarely encounters such a large order in a year.

The pavilion master also spoke with a smile in his eyes.

"Master, your skill is truly remarkable. Today's hammer technique and cultivation method have found a worthy master, and I believe they will be able to unleash even greater power in your hands."

This time, her attitude towards Li Ping'an was much gentler than before, even showing a hint of ingratiation.

It was only because the moment she came downstairs that she saw Li Ping'an lift the hammer so easily.

Clearly, this Taoist priest was even stronger than she had anticipated!

Therefore, I absolutely have to curry favor with them!

Li Ping'an reluctantly took out ten thousand spirit stones and paid the money.

But the thought of acquiring the hammer and the martial arts technique, thus gaining a powerful technique and weapon, put him in a great mood.

He couldn't wait to go back and practice the Chaotic Hammer Technique.

He immediately laughed and said,

"I must thank you for the discount, Pavilion Master. Otherwise, I would have gone bankrupt, since I don't have that many spirit stones."

As he was speaking, he suddenly added another sentence,

"I've been a bit busy lately and haven't been able to refine the alchemy recipe I bought from you last time. Once I've finished refining it, I'll set aside a portion to sell to your Wanbaoge."

"Alright, we're not in a hurry. It's just a prescription anyway, it's just sitting there. We might as well let you refine the elixir as soon as possible."

The pavilion master shook his head to indicate that he didn't care.

"Alright, I'll be going now."

Li Ping'an said goodbye and strode away from Wanbaoge.

Watching Li Ping'an's departing figure, an elderly man with a white beard walked up to the pavilion master and said something.

"Master, should we send someone to investigate him?"

The pavilion master frowned and said,

"No! The best approach is to befriend and befriend someone as powerful as him. We must not do anything offensive."

She had already begun to regard Li Ping'an as a powerful figure in the late Foundation Establishment stage, or even the Core Formation stage.

On his way back, Li Ping'an pondered.

Now that his injuries have healed, he has bought a top-tier weapon and a high-level cultivation technique.

It's time to take some time to return to the sect.

After all, the sect's abandoned halls can only improve their strength by continuously absorbing waste gas.

Although he lived a life of luxury in the Lichun Garden, his strength stagnated.

Although he has increased his strength by absorbing the cold energy from Nan Zhi's body during this period, he has now reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

However, it still couldn't compare to the sheer volume of the abandoned hall.

Upon returning to Lichun Garden, Li Ping'an immediately began practicing the Hun Tian Luan Chui Technique without stopping.

Since he began practicing the "Great Dream Divine Guiding Technique," his mental strength has increased several times over.

When practicing his skills, his concentration was far greater than before.

In less than a day, he had already memorized and mastered the entire Chaotic Hammer Technique.

After closing the manual on the Chaotic Hammering Technique, Li Ping'an let out a long sigh.

No wonder that sect that made a living by hammering was able to dominate the entire continent back then.

So this technique is incredibly powerful!

By reading this technique, Li Ping'an knew that it was an extremely profound hammer technique.

The principle is to use force against force, and to use a hammer to control force.

Extremely profound and mysterious.

However, Li Ping'an was originally a blacksmith, and had been working as a blacksmith in the sect for a full sixty years, and had even communicated with the Mingtian Bell.

Therefore, the profound hammering techniques in the book may seem like a heavenly book to others, completely incomprehensible.

But Li Ping'an only needed to explore it briefly before he suddenly understood.

In less than a day, he had mastered the hammer technique to the first level and had already learned several basic moves.

"Nanzhi, you've had a hard time these past few days, but I have to go back to my sect. I'll come down to see you when I have time."

Nan Zhi leaned against Li Ping'an's chest with reluctance, her eyes slightly red as she spoke.

"Sir, please go ahead. Nanzhi will be waiting for you here."

"Don't worry, after I've drained all the cold poison from your body, I'll find a way to help you cultivate. Then we can live forever and enjoy a carefree life every day."

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhi buried her face deeply in Li Ping'an's chest, too embarrassed to speak.

......

At this very moment, inside the ruined hall of the sect.

A group of servants and disciples from the abandoned hall were standing in a row in front of the main hall, each with a pained expression and covered in sweat.

The reason was simple: each of them was carrying a large water vat filled with water.

They all gritted their teeth and struggled to lift the large water vat above their chests.

The sun was blazing, turning their faces sallow and leaving them drenched in sweat, in great pain.

"Hold the water tanks up properly, everyone. Anyone who dares to spill a single drop will be immediately whipped!"

A sharp rebuke rang out; it was none other than Xu Yan's voice.

Xu Yan was seen walking back and forth in the crowd, holding a black whip in his hand, with an arrogant and imposing demeanor.

Occasionally, a disciple who was doing odd jobs would lose strength in his hands, causing the water vat to shake and spill a little water.

He immediately walked over with a sinister grin and whipped him hard on the back.

The whip lashed the disciple until his skin was torn and bleeding, but he gritted his teeth and dared not say he would let go.

"If any of you dare to drop this water vat, I guarantee you'll regret it, hehe."

"Becoming a sect disciple is not that easy. All of you, train hard!"

"I think you guys were living too comfortably before, that's why you can't keep it up now."

"What's a little difficulty? Hang in there!"

Xu Yan scolded as he walked.

Those who didn't know better would think he was training disciples of a disgraced sect.

In reality, he was using the opportunity to physically punish someone, but he just used training as a pretext.

This action of carrying the water jar is meaningless and serves no purpose other than torment.

Moreover, these disciples who had abandoned their halls had still completed a day's work.

Exhausted and without any strength to recover, they immediately grabbed the water tank again.

Isn't this pushing people to their deaths?

That's right, Xu Yan is determined to push them to their limits.

Because he is an extremely vindictive and petty person.

He still clearly remembered the scene last month when he knelt down before Elder Wuchen in front of all the other disciples.

That incident made him lose face completely.

To maintain a smile in front of these people would be incredibly humiliating.

Later, Li Ping'an disappeared, or rather, died.

Steward Wang has also mysteriously disappeared, and the inner gate servants' quarters are in complete chaos.

There was no sign of Elder Wuchen either.

Xu Yan felt increasingly uneasy.

He thought to himself that Elder Wuchen usually stayed behind closed doors in the sect, focusing on cultivation.

Why would they suddenly come to his abandoned hall to warn him?

Why would a powerful figure like Elder Wuchen, with his extraordinary abilities, bother with the menial disciples of this abandoned hall?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt!

Perhaps Elder Wuchen just happened to be passing by that day. As a high-ranking elder, how could he have the leisure to come and manage the servants?

Having figured things out, Xu Yan began to slowly torment the handyman disciples.