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

What puzzled Li Ping'an was why Senior Brother Zhang had been so quiet lately.

Logically speaking, he ordered Steward Wang to kill him, but he successfully killed Steward Wang in return.

Given Senior Brother Zhang's vengeful nature, he wouldn't let this go so easily.

But why is it that he seems to have fallen silent, without a sound at all?

Even Zeng Fei's side didn't have any news.

What happened? Did they give up?

It's impossible!

Li Ping'an frowned as he pondered the matter.

The feud between them is now incredibly deep.

Senior Brother Zhang will absolutely not give up.

Who knows what kind of plan this guy is secretly plotting?

But who cares!

Li Pingan shook his head. As long as he doesn't come looking for me, I'll focus on my cultivation and improving myself!

One day, with the help of the magical cheat code, the Sky Hammer.

My strength is definitely at the Foundation Establishment stage, and it's even possible that I could surpass that arrogant Senior Brother Zhang!

Li Ping'an clenched his fist, filled with boundless hope for the future.

Meanwhile, Senior Brother Zhang was not inactive either.

Ever since Steward Wang went to kill Li Ping'an and disappeared, Senior Brother Zhang knew that Steward Wang had definitely failed.

This aroused his intense curiosity about Li Ping'an.

Why is this old man able to defuse his attacks time and time again, and why is his strength getting stronger and stronger?

This guy definitely has a secret!

Although Liu Jinhu's side reported that Manager Wang was killed by the outside cultivators.

However, in Senior Brother Zhang's opinion, Steward Wang's death was definitely closely related to Li Ping'an.

Even Steward Wang was killed by Li Ping'an!

"Old man, I'm really curious about what secrets you have."

Senior Brother Zhang murmured.

"Senior Brother Zhang, are we just going to leave him like this?"

A middle-aged male disciple sat to the left of Senior Brother Zhang, his face full of indignation. This man was Zeng Fei.

Ever since he learned that Senior Brother Zhang also wanted Li Ping'an dead.

Zeng Fei then took the initiative to approach Senior Brother Zhang, offering his help.

So he sent Xu Yan to lure Li Ping'an down the mountain so that he could cooperate with Steward Wang to kill Li Ping'an.

Unexpectedly, everything fell apart at the last minute.

Senior Brother Zhang glanced at Zeng Fei and said,

"What's your rush? The matter with Manager Wang has just been resolved, and Liu Jinhu has already investigated me."

"That damn guy is always haunting me, I'll get him one day. But for now, I need to keep a low profile."

"hateful!"

Zeng Fei clenched his fist, his face filled with hatred.

His elderly father, Zeng Xing, was eliminated by Li Ping'an and sent down the mountain.

Now he is depressed and increasingly despondent, and he looks much older.

As a son, Zeng Fei felt heartbroken and filled with hatred for Li Ping'an.

He vowed to make Li Ping'an pay the price and avenge his father.

"Don't worry."

Senior Brother Zhang said calmly,

"The sect is about to make another big move. Li Ping'an is definitely doomed then. Just you wait and see."

"What big move is the sect making?"

Zeng Fei's expression hardened, clearly showing his concern about the matter.

After all, Senior Brother Zhang is a leader among the inner disciples, so he must know some inside information.

However, Senior Brother Zhang only glanced at him lightly.

He had an attitude that said, "What right do you have to know this news?"

This made Zeng Fei very embarrassed, and he dared not ask any more questions.

The abandoned hall remained calm for a long time, which made Li Ping'an feel somewhat uneasy.

After absorbing all the waste gas that day, Li Ping'an sat in a recliner and watched the afterglow of the setting sun.

He recalled the events of his decades in the sect.

Thinking back to how he went from an unknown blacksmith to someone whose skills have steadily improved.

And with boundless hope for the future, I couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

It seems that one should never give up on oneself, no matter what.

Because no one knows what opportunity you will receive in the next second.

When he was working in the dark and dreary blacksmithing sect, how could he have imagined that his strength would improve so much in just one or two months?

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

Some people were shouting loudly.

"Uncle Li, something terrible has happened!"

Long Yun, it's that know-it-all again!

Li Pingan couldn't help but frown.

Long Yun is a quick-witted and sociable young man.

He liked to go to other halls to make connections and gather information.

Therefore, the information you get from him is basically the latest news from the sect.

But if this guy rushes back in such a frantic manner, it's definitely because there's some bad news to come.

Long Yun rushed in, panting heavily. He leaned against the door and took several deep breaths before he could catch his breath.

"Uncle Li, something terrible has happened!"

Long Yun's face was full of tension and worry.

"What's wrong now?"

Li Ping'an scratched his head and frowned. Why was it so difficult for him to cultivate in peace?

"What happened now?"

Long Yun said,

"Uncle Li, I have a feeling the sect is targeting you again!"

"Targeting me again?"

Li Ping'an was speechless.

"Could it be that the sect is holding some kind of arena competition again?"

"No, this is even more infuriating than a ring match!"

"More infuriating than the ring?"

Li Ping'an frowned.

"Tell me quickly, what is it?"

"That's right. The sect said that in order to select outstanding senior disciples, any disciple over sixty years old must participate in the secret realm trial with the sect."

"Only those who have participated in the secret realm trials are qualified to remain in the sect. Otherwise, failure to participate in the sect trials will be considered a forfeit, and the individual will be expelled from the sect!"

Over sixty years old again!

Li Pingan narrowed his eyes.

He wondered if the sect was crazy, frequently targeting menial disciples over sixty years old.

What's wrong?

Did the sixty-year-old handyman disciple eat too much rice or something?

They won't stop until they get rid of all the older servants!

The sect trial is a large-scale event held every year.

However, those who participated were either the inner sect's prodigies or some powerful cultivators from the outer sect.

In addition to the cultivators from their own sect, disciples from other sects will also participate.

The level of danger is unimaginable!

Hundreds and thousands of people are entangled in the secret realm, searching for various rare and precious materials within the trial realm.

Once they leave the secret realm, they will be scored based on the magical artifacts they bring out.

The higher the score, the more rewards and magical items you can obtain.

This is an activity that our sect has been jointly carrying out with several nearby sects over the past few decades.

The aim is to facilitate mutual exchange and learning, and to improve the skills of the younger generation of disciples.

However, what started as friendly exchanges has gradually evolved into a covert competition between several sects.

Every year, extremely fierce battles take place within the secret realm.

Many disciples often wait for this day, hoping to take revenge inside.

"Uncle Li, isn't this sect pushing you to your death? Setting up the arena was one thing, but now they're making us have to participate in trials. Are these trials even suitable for us menial disciples? It's absolutely outrageous!"

Long Yun looked indignant.