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

The smell of blood was mixed with a fishy smell, which meant that most of the creatures that died here were Moon Frogs, while the other monster was probably only injured and did not die!

This fishy smell is a unique odor from the blood of the Moon Frog, which, when mixed with the air, creates a distinctive and nauseating complex smell.

This must be what they call finding a bargain; I never thought he'd be able to live such a good life.

Zhou Lingxuan's lips curved slightly without him noticing, but his eyes brightened a bit.

The disciples of the Enforcement Hall also looked solemn upon smelling the strong stench of blood, their hands gripping their sword hilts tightly.

Their knuckles turned white from the effort, and the scabbards trembled slightly, a sign that they were ready to be drawn at any moment.

The aura emanating from that prepared battle was not to be underestimated, but Zhou Lingxuan didn't care about them.

His attention was now entirely focused on the unknown monster ahead.

He lowered his pace, pulled the green sword around from the side, and looked ahead with a solemn expression.

Each step was taken very lightly and slowly, for fear of making the slightest unnecessary noise.

Countless corpses of Moon Frogs lay on the edge of the pond, their approximate number impossible to discern at a glance. Standing in the very center was the victor of this battle, the third-tier demonic beast Hidden Wind Wolf!

The corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the muddy ground by the pool, green blood mixed with the muddy water, forming a horrifying scene.

It was over three feet tall, and its grayish-white fur was now stained with large patches of blood red.

The bloodstains had partially dried, forming dark brown clumps that had stuck the once fluffy fur together in clumps.

The wolf's head was lowered, its canines clenching as it panted heavily. Its heavy breathing was punctuated by low whimpers, its chest heaving violently, and saliva mixed with green blood clung to its mouth.

Even with its high strength, killing so many Moon Frogs must have taken a lot of effort.

After this massacre-like battle, Hidden Wind Wolf was extremely exhausted, and even its standing posture revealed an undeniable fatigue.

At this moment, the Hidden Wind Wolf was alert enough not to notice that Zhou Lingxuan, who was approaching step by step, was still drinking water by the pool with his tongue curled up.

Its tongue swished through the water, making a splashing sound, clearly unaware of the danger behind it.

Having just gone through a fierce battle, this was a good opportunity for Zhou Lingxuan to launch a sneak attack from behind.

At this moment, the guard of a third-tier demon beast is at its lowest. Such an opportunity is fleeting and hard to come by again once it is missed.

It should be noted that the ground covered with Qingyue Frogs were not just corpses, but also a large number of second-tier demon cores, plus a third-tier demon core.

The value of that third-tier demon core was enough to equal what he earned over several months.

It's worth at least a hundred low-grade spirit stones if you take it back.

What might be a small amount of income to others is enough to make him very interested.

What might not be a particularly generous reward to others was an unexpected windfall for Zhou Lingxuan.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his breathing became extremely shallow, and his movements were extremely cautious.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the Qingfeng Sword followed, Zhou Lingxuan heading straight for the Hidden Wind Wolf's vital point.

The sword pierced the air with an almost imperceptible sound, and its cold light drew a sharp arc in the dark forest.

But this wolf truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most cunning animals; it seemed to be drinking water casually, but it was always on guard.

Those grayish-brown ears were always slightly erect, turning occasionally to catch any slight movement around them. Even when they lowered their heads to drink water, the corner of their eyes never left the direction of Zhou Lingxuan.

The moment the longsword was thrust out, the Hidden Wind Wolf hurriedly retreated. It was fast, but because of its injured front leg, it could only barely dodge.

The blade grazed its fur, raising a few wisps of short, gray-black hairs that swirled in the wind before slowly drifting down.

The Hidden Wind Wolf let out a low whimper, its hind legs kicking out two deep furrows in the ground before it could barely steady itself.

The longsword, which had been aimed at the head and neck, sliced ​​across the other foreleg, leaving a shocking bloodstain.

Fresh blood gushed from the torn flesh, dripping down the wolf's leg onto the hard, dry ground, leaving dark red specks of mud.

The Hidden Wind Wolf howled in pain, its whole body swaying twice. It dared not put any weight on its front leg anymore, and could only lightly tap the ground.

Zhou Lingxuan's sword techniques were not flashy; every strike was aimed directly at the Hidden Wind Wolf's vital points.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword light, like a silver serpent, always appeared in the most unexpected places for Hidden Wind Wolf.

There were no superfluous movements, no deliberate build-up of strength; each sword strike was clean and crisp, carrying a ruthless intent to strike at the vital points.

The sword tip was aimed at vital points such as the throat, heart, and abdomen, forcing Hidden Wind Wolf to dodge constantly, without even a chance to catch its breath.

If the Hidden Wind Wolf hadn't been fast enough, it wouldn't have been able to dodge Zhou Lingxuan's sword moves at all, and it wouldn't have lasted long.

Even so, the wounds on its body continued to increase, and its once smooth fur was now soaked in blood, sticking together in clumps.

Its breathing grew heavier and heavier, its chest heaved violently, and the muscles in its limbs trembled slightly. Anyone could see that this third-tier demon beast was at its last gasp.

Bubbling water rose from the pond as Zhou Lingxuan quickly retreated.

The bubbles, some large and some small, rose densely from the bottom of the pool, bursting at the surface with soft "pop" sounds.

Beneath the surface of the water, countless dark blue shadows could be vaguely seen moving slowly. Occasionally, one or two would peek out with their round, bulging eyes, staring intently at the battle on the shore, before quickly retreating back into the water.

Although moon frogs do not contain any toxins, they are most famous for their reproductive ability.

This thing is no bigger than the palm of your hand, with a dark blue body and a clear, melodious croak. If you don't know its details, you would probably just think it is an ordinary pond frog.

However, any cultivator with a little experience understands that a single Moon Frog is nothing, and a group of Moon Frogs is nothing either.

What's truly terrifying is that you never know how many of these things are hidden in this pool of water right in front of you.

In just over a month, two of them can grow into a whole colony!

Their reproduction does not require any specific season or sufficient spiritual energy. As long as there is a body of water and enough food, their numbers will grow like a snowball.

Two became four, four became eight, and by the time people realized it, the pool of shimmering blue figures had multiplied to the point of being terrifying.

The number of corpses on the ground looked enormous, but who knew how long the Moon Frog had been recuperating in this place?

The corpses were scattered haphazardly around the pool, some lying face up with their gray bellies exposed, others lying on their sides with the posture of their last leap still visible, densely covering the ground.

Even so, the water still faintly revealed the presence of the Moon Frogs, indicating that the population here had suffered far greater losses than on land, and those who had died were perhaps only a small fraction of the total.