A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Starting as a Sword-Forging Servant and Ascending to Immorta

For menial laborers, not finishing their work meant no food; this was perfectly normal.

But before them stood a former elder of the Weapon Hall, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

No one dared to truly place Chen Baichuan on an equal footing with them.

At least, not now.

"What, don't you understand? Or did I not explain myself clearly enough?"

Seeing that no one responded, Zhou Lingxuan spoke sternly.

Old Sun, regaining his senses, quickly nodded, "Understood, I naturally understand what the manager is saying."

The other servants nodded in unison, indicating that they understood.

Then Zhou Lingxuan turned to look at Chen Baichuan.

"Chen, you have no objections to this arrangement, do you?"

Chen Baichuan emphasized the word "errand boy" heavily, his head bowed.

The night breeze brushed against his cheeks, and his thin body exuded a chill.

His gray hair was blown into disarray, but he neither complained nor fought for it.

Like a walking corpse, I dragged my heavy steps to the tool rack in the corner of the yard.

The table was filled with all sorts of tools. Chen Baichuan didn't even look at them. He stretched out his calloused hands and casually picked up a rusty shovel.

The shovel was heavy, heavier than the hammer he had ever wielded.

Having lost his true energy, coupled with the pressure of the Soul-Locking Shackles, he now finds it difficult to even lift a shovel.

The wounds on his body had not fully healed, and with the constant pressure from the Soul-Locking Shackles, there were bruises of all sizes and dark red scabs.

Unable to lift the shovel, Chen Baichuan could only drag it on the ground as he walked step by step toward the back mountain and the No. 3 fire pit.

The rust struck the ground with a ping-pong sound, leaving a long trail.

No one spoke; they simply watched Chen Baichuan's figure until he was swallowed by the night and merged with the pile of waste.

Thus began the arduous practice of tempering one's character!

"Go back and rest, everyone. We have to get up early to work tomorrow."

Having achieved his goal, Zhou Lingxuan waved for everyone to leave.

The servants, who were already terrified, were relieved and scurried into the house as if they had been granted a pardon.

After the crowd dispersed, Lei Yang leaned close to Zhou Lingxuan's ear and whispered.

"Manager, he's just a mortal now. Going to the third fire pit, the fire poison is so dangerous, it could kill him!"

"Don't worry, he won't die." The crescent moon above Zhou Lingxuan's head said, "He's only sealed his cultivation; his physical body is still at the Nascent Soul stage! That little bit of fire poison won't kill him; it might even burn away the restlessness in his bones!"

Wake up, it's better for everyone.

Lei Yang, who couldn't understand, scratched his head.

Although he couldn't understand it, he knew that Zhou Lingxuan's words were never wrong.

After the hustle and bustle, the night was filled with loneliness.

Back in his room, Zhou Lingxuan closed the door tightly and sat cross-legged on the wooden bed.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the small purple jade hammer trembled gently, radiating a soft halo.

Zhou Lingxuan guided the true energy within his body, circulating it along his meridians.

In the main hall, he used his silver tongue to turn the tide in Chen Baichuan's case, pulling him back from the brink of death.

This matter is not over yet!

A man like Liu Quan wouldn't give up easily.

Having painstakingly orchestrated this elaborate scheme and expended resources to bribe officials at all levels, it wasn't just about temporarily crippling Chen Baichuan.

The crucial point is that the other side came from a deserted hall!

On the surface, Fei Tang assigned Chen Baichuan dirty, tiring, and unpleasant jobs, but behind the scenes, Liu Quan couldn't guarantee that Chen Baichuan would remain in such a miserable state.

Di Jianfeng will continue to plot and scheme to completely crush Chen Baichuan.

Incidentally, Fei Tang and he also came into Liu Quan's sights.

He, the one who ruined the other side's plans, was also put on that kill list!

Zhou Lingxuan did not regret it.

The calm before the storm; be extra careful afterwards!

Stopping his cultivation, Zhou Lingxuan opened his eyes and opened the window next to him.

A chilly night wind swept in, and Zhou Lingxuan looked toward the dark red patch on the back mountain of the abandoned hall.

The flames spewing from Fire Pit No. 3 illuminate the night sky, and the sound of shovels breaking up waste can still be heard there.

Has it already started?

It seems Chen Baichuan adapted quite quickly.

Not bad.

Since that's the case, he needs to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible. Only then can he coordinate with the Heaven-Forging Hammer's divine power!

Turning his gaze away, Zhou Lingxuan took out the top-grade longevity pill given to him by Elder Shen from his pocket.

The storms to come will only get more intense.

One failure will not make Liu Quan give up; it will only make him plan a bigger scheme.

He swallowed the pill.

The immense medicinal power exploded within his body, spreading to every part of his limbs and bones.

Zhou Lingxuan kept pushing the purple jade hammer, frantically absorbing the medicinal power.

He intends to use this power to break through the barriers of the Foundation Establishment stage!

Time passed little by little.

As Zhou Lingxuan forged the purple jade hammer, the spiritual energy fluctuations inside the room became increasingly intense.

Zhou Lingxuan vaguely felt that thin barrier.

He will soon be able to break through the barrier and enter the Foundation Establishment stage in one go.

boom!

The door was suddenly pushed open.

With a look of anxiety on his face, Lei Yang rushed to Zhou Lingxuan's bedside like a gust of wind, carrying the Wind and Thunder Sword.

"Manager! Something terrible has happened!"

The impetuous Lei Yang, completely oblivious to Zhou Lingxuan still cultivating, blurted out, "Someone outside specifically asked for you by name!"

Hearing the noise, Zhou Lingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and forcibly suppressed the restless true energy.

In the middle of the night, after what happened in the main hall, who would be looking for him at this hour?!

They even named names; how arrogant!

"Who?"

Lei Yang gripped the Wind and Thunder Sword tightly in his hand, his head bowed.

"They're from Earth Sword Peak." Lei Yang leaned closer. "The leader seems to be Zhang Qian. He brought several people with him and said they're here to find you."

Zhang Qian?

interesting.

Zhou Lingxuan got up and stepped out of the courtyard gate.

As soon as they arrived at the courtyard, Zhang Qian and the others looked like they had been waiting for them for a long time.

"Manager Zhou, you're certainly always busy," Zhang Qian said sarcastically, staring at Zhou Lingxuan. "Now that Chen Baichuan is gone, who do you think can protect you?"

Compared to Zhang Qian's smug look of revenge, Zhou Lingxuan was unusually calm.

"You came all this way just to say this?" Zhou Lingxuan stared calmly at Zhang Qian. "The Abandoned Hall has a ton of work to do tomorrow. I don't have time to waste with your nonsense here."

"Making a scene?"

Zhang Qian was extremely agitated, staring at Zhou Lingxuan with malicious resentment in his eyes.

"Has Manager Zhou forgotten about the subterranean fire so quickly?"

really.

Zhou Lingxuan guessed that the other party would cause trouble with the ground fire. Previously, Chen Baichuan had been keeping Zhang Qian in check, so he didn't dare to.

Now that Chen Baichuan has fallen, the other side is eager to come and boss people around.

"It was purely an accident."

The matter of the Wind and Thunder Sword must not be known to the other party.

Such perfectly integrated magical artifacts are extremely rare even within the profound Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

Lei Yang couldn't protect him, and he couldn't suppress him either!

Moreover, his casting techniques.

"An accident?" Zhang Qian waved his hand. "You think you can brush aside the losses you caused the sect with just a word like 'accident'? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Lingxuan knew that this matter would not end well.

Zhang Qian was clearly there to cause him trouble.

To nitpick, everything about it is wrong!