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

Because everyone already knew yesterday that Li Ping'an was very likely to become the manager of the abandoned hall.

The steward of the hall took out a jade slip from his robes, slowly unfurled it, and read aloud:

"After unanimous decision by the management hall, Li Ping'an has demonstrated outstanding performance and strength in the abandoned hall, and is qualified to serve as the manager. From now on, Li Ping'an will serve as the manager of the abandoned hall, responsible for all matters related to the abandoned hall."

Upon hearing this, the entire abandoned hall erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Uncle Li! Li Ping'an has finally become the manager of the abandoned hall!"

What they had longed for had finally come true!

With Grandpa Li in charge, they can now focus on their work and cultivation as before, without being tormented by others.

Li Ping'an was also impressed by Qingyue's efficiency.

The appointment was announced the day after it was said.

This efficiency is truly terrifying!

After being successfully appointed as the manager of the abandoned hall, Li Ping'an did whatever he wanted there.

He issued a direct order.

The disciples of the abandoned hall were not allowed to do any of the dirtiest or most tiring work; it had to be left to Li Ping'an.

The other disciples were puzzled by this order.

Uncle Li, now that you're in charge, are you still taking on all the work?

How are we, your disciples, supposed to feel?

Li Pingan simply waved his hand dismissively in response to these remarks:

"I'm too old to cultivate immortality anymore, so I don't mind doing dirty or tiring work. You guys are still young and can spend more time on cultivation."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of the abandoned hall were moved to tears.

They're practically becoming Li Ping'an's henchmen.

Li Ping'an then took complete control of all the abandoned resources of the abandoned hall.

I inhale deeply every day, thoroughly enjoying myself and feeling incredibly happy.

On this day, a steward, acting on behalf of the sect, went to patrol and inspect the various halls.

He patrolled to the abandoned hall, and as soon as he entered, he saw a group of disciples of the abandoned hall sitting in the courtyard, chatting and laughing.

Some were cultivating, while others were playing around, all enjoying themselves immensely.

The deacon frowned.

It's working hours now, how can these disciples be so leisurely?

Turning his head, he saw Li Ping'an working silently alone in the abandoned workshop.

He immediately roared in anger.

"Insolence! Who gave you permission to slack off here! Making your derelict hall stewards work in there is utterly audacious! Do you have no respect for the sect's rules?"

His sudden roar drew the attention of everyone in the abandoned hall.

However, these disciples remained completely calm and said:

"Sir, this is our supervisor's order. We are not allowed to handle any waste or debris. Our supervisor must handle everything himself."

"Should your supervisors handle this themselves?"

The deacon almost laughed out of anger.

"Are you just going to bully your manager like this?"

"If I remember correctly, isn't your manager that old man named Li Ping'an?"

Thinking of this, the deacon shook his head.

If it weren't for Qingyue, the inner sect's prodigy, putting pressure on them to appoint Li Ping'an as the manager of the abandoned hall, things would have been much better.

How could they possibly let such an old man be in charge?

It seems that this approach is indeed ineffective; the disciples under his command have actually bullied him to this extent.

No, I have to stop it myself.

He suddenly pulled a leather whip from his waist and roared:

"Listen up, all you disciples of the abandoned hall! Get to work! Let your supervisors rest, or else my whip will show no mercy!"

The disciples of the abandoned hall looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Because Li Ping'an told them to rest and not work.

The steward then assigned them tasks.

Whose advice should we listen to?

Seeing that no one had moved, the deacon's eyes turned cold, and he was about to make a move.

But then Li Ping'an walked out of the control room and said leisurely:

"Sir, this is the rule of our hall, you don't need to interfere."

"Regulation?"

Upon seeing Li Ping'an emerge, the steward immediately said with exasperation:

"How can you let your disciples bully you like this? You're in charge; your job is management, not this kind of work. If you keep going like this, the project to abolish the hall will inevitably stall!"

"Need not."

Li Pingan waved his hand and said,

"I could do all this work by myself. I'm the one who let them rest. If they wanted to do it, I wouldn't let them."

"real?"

The steward turned to look at the group of abandoned hall disciples.

The disciples of the abandoned hall all nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

One person also said,

"Yes, the manager doesn't let us do anything. Even if we want to help, he won't let us. He just lets us focus on cultivation, and he does all the other work by himself."

Upon hearing this, the deacon's lips twitched.

Dude, are you raising assassins here?

"Each branch has its own management methods, so you don't need to worry about mine. Don't worry, the abandoned branch won't be in chaos."

As he spoke, Li Ping'an slowly released his aura, revealing that he was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The steward's expression changed drastically upon sensing Li Ping'an's cultivation level.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Look at his Qi Refining cultivation level, he certainly can't be bullied by these Body Tempering disciples under his command."

Is this guy really a hard worker?

Forget it.

Forced by the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Li Ping'an, he could no longer intervene.

He could only shake his head, turn around, and leave.

And so, the days passed by.

With the abandoned hall firmly under Li Ping'an's control,

Li Ping'an inhaled the exhaust fumes like a mad dog, and his cultivation began to increase rapidly.

During this time, he also used the Heaven-Forging Hammer to convert all the leftover pills he had saved up for refining pills for Qingyue and Hongling into real pills.

There were a total of over fifty Qi Gathering Pills and over one hundred Qi Recovery Pills.

His pockets were stuffed full.

Such a large quantity of pills, if sold at a pill shop down the mountain, could fetch at least tens of thousands of spirit stones.

But Li Pingan didn't sell a single one.

Because he doesn't lack spirit stones at all, what he lacks is cultivation.

He planned to keep all the pills for himself.

During the day, he would frantically inhale the exhaust fumes in the abandoned hall.

At night, all the waste gas will be converted into spiritual energy.

At the same time, they also have to take several Qi-restoring pills and Qi-gathering pills every day.

In this way, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. In the blink of an eye, he reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining in just one month, and was about to reach the late stage of Qi Refining.

That speed is astonishing.

But it makes sense, considering Li Ping'an's cultivation method of consuming pills like candy, and the cheat code of the Heaven-Forging Hammer.

It would be strange if the improvement wasn't rapid.

Feeling the increasingly powerful spiritual energy within his body, Li Ping'an felt much more at ease.

Even if that senior brother Zhang tries every means to cause trouble for me, I have the ability to deal with it.

Now he not only possesses the powerful Black Hammer but also the Chaotic Hammer Technique.

They also possess considerable cultivation, so they should have the ability to protect themselves.