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

Looking at the small purple jade hammer in his mind, Zhou Lingxuan's expression was complicated.

From the records he had just read, he learned about the four heaven-defying divine abilities of the Heaven-Forging Hammer.

First quenching, second forging, third melting, fourth casting.

All things in heaven and earth can be tempered, forged, smelted, and recast through the Heaven-Forging Hammer!

Moreover, as spiritual energy increases and cultivation levels rise, this Heaven-Forging Hammer can reshape the world.

Of course, Zhou Lingxuan didn't care whether he could rebuild the world or not, but he was overjoyed to be able to rebuild his spiritual root.

"After ninety years of arduous cultivation, is my path to immortality finally about to begin?"

Zhou Lingxuan was extremely excited, and his aged body trembled uncontrollably.

Just as Zhou Lingxuan was immersed in his endless longing for the world of cultivation, the disciples around him looked at the unchanged Zhou Lingxuan with disappointment in their eyes.

The chaotic energy within the Heavenly Sword is primordial energy, capable of transforming anyone.

However, this week Lingxuan's body not only showed no change, but he also looked like he was about to die. The key point is that his cultivation level did not improve at all.

Still only at the pitiful second stage of Body Tempering.

"How could this happen?"

"The chaotic energy bestowed by the Heavenly Sword couldn't even change his physique?"

The Third Elder couldn't believe it; his face was filled with disappointment.

What I thought was a hidden gem turned out to be a stubborn piece of iron.

The Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion coughed awkwardly.

After all, he was the most excited just now, afraid that someone else would snatch this disciple away.

But now...

"My fellow disciples, I still have a batch of Nine-Turn Golden Elixir warming on my peak. It's reached the right temperature and I can't leave it unattended."

"You can decide on the selection of those to join the inner sect."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared beneath the Elder's feet, and he vanished instantly.

The remaining elders looked at each other, watching the First Elder disappear at lightning speed.

"Ahem, it seems my spirit beast is about to give birth. I'll go take a look."

"I have suddenly gained insight into sword intent and need to go into seclusion."

Several people spoke up, making a move to leave.

Nobody wants to take on an old man who is nearing the end of his life and has no potential as their personal disciple.

Zhou Lingxuan watched this scene with cold eyes.

He wasn't disappointed. The world of cultivation was just that cruel; without talent, you were just a roadside nobody.

However, this was a bad thing for others, but a great thing for Zhou Lingxuan who obtained the Heaven-Forging Hammer.

Without the attention of a powerful elder, his secret would not be exposed.

And he has already thought of an excellent place to go!

"Elders, please wait a moment, Lingxuan has something to say."

As soon as Zhou Lingxuan spoke, the elders looked embarrassed and secretly thought that something was wrong.

It seems there's no escaping it now!

But Zhou Lingxuan suddenly changed the subject!

Ling Xuan knew that he was dull-witted and had no master-disciple relationship with the elders.

"However, Lingxuan has been with the sect for a hundred years and wants to do his last bit of service for the sect. Therefore, I humbly request the elders to allow Lingxuan to enter the inner sect's abandoned hall."

Upon hearing the words "abandon the hall," the elders were all stunned.

That place is not a good place to go.

The term "waste hall" literally means a place where various discarded items are stored.

Waste pills, broken artifacts, the remains of highly poisonous monsters, and even unknown ancient artifacts brought out from secret realms.

The area is not only harsh and rife with erysipelas, but also posed a constant risk of spiritual energy explosions.

Normally, no disciple would want to go to such a horrible place.

Only those who have made mistakes or urgently need sect contribution points will go.

However, Zhou Lingxuan took the initiative to offer his help, which not only helped them out of their predicament but also preserved the rules of the clan precepts.

Elder Erfeng felt relieved, thinking to himself that the boy had indeed gotten the hang of things.

"Since you're so kind, I'll grant your request!"

"Furthermore, in view of your fulfillment of the sect rules, this elder will reward you with a bottle of longevity pills."

As he spoke, a white jade porcelain bottle landed steadily in Zhou Lingxuan's hand.

Seeing that the Second Elder had given something, the other elders felt it would be impolite to refuse and immediately offered their help.

"Here are four mid-grade spirit stones; that should be enough for you!"

"This is a mid-level flying sword. Although it has some flaws, it's enough for self-defense."

Various rewards rained down, and Zhou Lingxuan hugged all these good things, secretly delighted.

I never expected this unexpected surprise.

However, before Zhou Lingxuan could be happy for long, just as the seven elders disappeared, a cold shout came.

"This worthless piece of trash doesn't deserve an elder's reward!"

Immediately afterwards, a powerful pressure slammed directly onto Zhou Lingxuan.

Zhou Lingxuan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, his whole body cracking and popping, and he almost knelt down.

At that moment, a young man dressed in white arrived on a sword.

The man looked down at Zhou Lingxuan, a hint of jealousy flashing in his disdainful eyes.

"Zhou Lingxuan, once you enter the inner sect, you'd better behave yourself and be your watchdog."

"Don't indulge in wishful thinking about people and things that you shouldn't be thinking about."

Zhou Lingxuan was struggling to breathe under the pressure, but he still managed to lift his head with difficulty.

He recognized the voice. He looked up and saw that it was Zhang Qian, the eldest disciple of Dijian Peak.

He is also a top genius ranked fifth among the inner disciples.

Back then, Zhang Qian pursued Liu Yanran relentlessly but was rejected, so he vented his anger on Zhou Lingxuan, frequently instructing outer disciples to humiliate him in every way.

Zhang Qian only began to restrain himself after Liu Yanran was accepted as a personal disciple by the sect leader.

Unexpectedly, after many years, this mad dog has bitten me again.

This time, Zhou Lingxuan still did not yield in the slightest. He gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood, and straightened up little by little.

"Things... I shouldn't be thinking about? Please... enlighten me, Senior Brother Zhou!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qian's face instantly darkened.

A useless body tempering stage cultivator who was on the verge of death actually dared to defy him in front of everyone.

"court death!"

Zhang Qian snorted coldly, and his aura surged once again.

Instantly, blood flowed from Zhou Lingxuan's seven orifices, and his legs sank directly into the stone slab.

But Zhou Lingxuan showed no fear whatsoever, and with his face covered in blood, he grinned at Zhang Qian.

"You wouldn't dare kill me."

Just four words made Zhang Qian's expression freeze!

In an instant, the oppressive aura emanating from Zhou Lingxuan vanished without a trace.

Zhang Qian stared intently at him, his eyes filled with even more murderous intent, yet he was helpless.

He really didn't dare.

Zhou Lingxuan had just activated the Heavenly Sword by following the sect rules left by the founding patriarch.

If he were to die at my hands now, he would definitely be punished.

Suppressing the killing intent in his heart, Zhang Qian secretly transmitted his voice using spiritual energy.

"Zhou Lingxuan, let me tell you! Liu Yanran has now entered the Heavenly Realm and become the Heavenly Realm Saintess. No one in the sect will protect you anymore."

"I'd like to see how many days you can survive in that godforsaken place, the abandoned hall."

After saying that, Zhang Qian suddenly flicked his sleeve, venting his anger on the outer consul.

"What are you all standing there for? Get this piece of trash to the abandoned hall right now!"

After saying this, Zhang Qian angrily flew away on his sword.

Seeing Zhou Lingxuan actually humiliate Zhang Qian, the disciples felt both admiration and pity.

"Sigh, we've offended Senior Brother Zhou. This old man's days are probably numbered."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhou is notoriously ruthless! He's probably really not far from death!"

Amid the murmurs, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Zhou Lingxuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and calmly looked in the direction Zhang Qian had left.

"So what if the hall is abandoned? We'll see!"