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

Zhou Lingxuan reached out and caught the emerald green pill in his hand.

The moment you touch it, a chill travels along your meridians.

The Azure Water Heart-Protecting Pill, a superior second-grade medicine, can neutralize all poisons and protect the heart meridian.

In the market, it would cost at least a hundred low-grade spirit stones.

This girl has a sharp tongue, but she's not a bad person at heart.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Zhou Lingxuan put the pill into her pocket.

The girl in blue covered her nose and waved her left hand.

"Get to work. I don't care if you die out there, but if you dirty my territory, I'll use you as a guinea pig."

Zhou Lingxuan remained silent.

He walked up to the alchemy furnace and took off the damaged storage bag from his waist.

There were many charred and burnt pills on the ground.

The air was filled with the pungent odor of erysipelas, and black smoke had formed.

If an ordinary disciple gets even a little bit of it, their meridians will be damaged.

Zhou Lingxuan reached out and grabbed.

The black mist seeped into the skin through the pores. The purple jade hammer vibrated gently in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The toxins that flowed into the body were instantly transformed into nutrients.

His expression was very calm as he packed basket after basket of foul-smelling waste pills into his storage bag.

Three large baskets full! I'm rich!

Zhou Lingxuan suppressed the urge to smile, picked up the empty basket, and walked to the inner gate.

At the far north of Tianjian Pavilion, beneath a precipice.

This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness, with grayish-green miasma swirling in the air.

The ground was littered with broken flying swords, shattered magical artifacts, and numerous monster corpses.

The pungent, putrid smell mixed with the metallic rust was nauseating.

This is the abandoned hall. It's a landfill used by the sect to dispose of garbage.

Not long after Zhou Lingxuan entered the valley, the purple jade hammer in his sea of ​​consciousness began to tremble violently.

It is yearning.

All the waste and miasma here are the finest delicacies to it.

Zhou Lingxuan continued along the muddy path.

On a small hill formed by abandoned furnaces, he found a half-buried stone cave.

The cave was small and dusty everywhere.

Zhou Lingxuan took out two low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and set up a basic concealment formation at the cave entrance.

Once the light screen illuminates, it blocks outside view.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, patted his storage bag, and ten charred, waste pills fell onto the stone slab in front of him.

With a thought, a small purple jade hammer appeared in his palm.

"One quench," Zhou Lingxuan said softly.

He gripped the hammer and smashed it down onto the broken pills on the stone.

"Thump."

There wasn't a loud noise, just a muffled rumble.

After the hammerhead touched the waste pill, the purple jade light became much stronger.

Thick smoke rose from the surface of the ten discarded pills.

This is a deadly poison pill.

The purple jade hammer sucked up the black smoke like a whale, leaving no trace.

The light dissipated.

The charred parts on the stone slab had faded, and ten plump pills lay on it.

The pill was white with three flowing golden lines on its surface.

Top-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill!

Zhou Lingxuan's breathing became rapid.

Ordinary Marrow Cleansing Pills can cleanse the marrow and improve one's physical attributes.

The Supreme Marrow Cleansing Pill is a legendary item, and only a master alchemist could possibly refine a single batch by expending a great deal of effort.

Now all he needs is one hammer blow.

Zhou Ling-Xuan took a top-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

The pill dissolved as soon as it entered my mouth. A powerful surge of heat rushed out of my stomach.

There was no tearing sensation, only a gentle yet powerful cleansing. The heat flowed along the eight extraordinary meridians, quickly smoothing away the scars left by a century of blacksmithing.

The shriveled muscles began to bulge, and the depleted blood and energy began to boil again.

Body Tempering Level 5.

Body Tempering Level 6.

The blood and qi surged through the blood vessels, producing a roar like a rushing river.

Without pausing, Zhou Lingxuan ate two more Marrow Cleansing Pills.

The heat flows combine to form giant waves that constantly push the limits of the human body.

Body Tempering Stage 7.

Body Tempering Stage 8!

The breakthrough only stopped after the energy of qi and blood condensed into a faint red light on the body surface.

Zhou Lingxuan's eyes snapped open. A sharp glint flashed in the dark stone cave.

As he stood up, his bones made a series of cracking sounds.

The hunchbacked body has now straightened up.

Dry, shriveled skin becomes firm and elastic.

The full head of white hair had lost most of its frosty color, turning into a deep gray-black.

He clenched his fist, and the air burst out with a crisp sound.

With his body at the eighth level of Body Tempering, coupled with the power generation method honed through a century of blacksmithing, he is now confident that he can kill a second-level demon beast with a single punch.

"This abandoned hall is practically a sacred place tailor-made for me."

After Zhou Lingxuan put away the remaining Marrow Cleansing Pills, he looked at the mountain of waste piled up outside the cave.

boom! !

The light barrier of the concealment array at the cave entrance shattered after shaking violently.

The two men kicked open the stone door and swaggered in.

"Old man, you're quite good at hiding it."

The newcomer wore a gray long robe with the pattern of the Earth Sword Peak embroidered on the chest; he was an outer disciple.

The man on the left is tall and thin, holding a piece of scrap iron. The man on the right has a fierce face and a low-grade flying sword hanging at his waist.

Zhou Lingxuan stood in the shadows with his back to them.

The tall, thin disciple sneered.

"Senior Brother Zhang said he wanted you to enjoy yourself in the abandoned hall. But at your age, you probably can't withstand three days of miasma."

The burly disciple drew his flying sword, the tip pointing towards Zhou Lingxuan's back.

"As per the old rules, hand over all the rewards you received today. Longevity Pills, mid-grade spirit stones, and that flying sword."

"Hand it over, and we'll let you die a quick and painless death."

Zhou Lingxuan did not move.

Upon seeing this, the tall, thin disciple assumed that the other person had been knocked unconscious by the miasma.

"What a useless piece of trash, he wasted our time coming all this way."

He walked up to Zhou Lingxuan and reached out to grab the storage bag hanging from Zhou Lingxuan's waist.

Zhou Lingxuan slowly turned around.

Although the cave was dimly lit, his long, gray-black hair and tall, upright figure were still very conspicuous.

The tall, thin disciple's hand froze in mid-air. He stared wide-eyed at the vigorous, stern-faced man before him, unable to understand for a moment.

"You...you are Zhou Lingxuan?"

Zhou Lingxuan raised his eyes and looked at the two of them.

"Did Zhang Qian send you?"

The voice was deep, lacking the aged quality of a centenarian, but possessing a kind of unsettling calmness.

The burly apprentice found it strange. The other party's blood and qi fluctuations were much greater than his own, a sixth-level Body Tempering cultivator.

He swallowed hard, his grip on the sword tightening slightly, but thinking of Zhang Qian's methods, he could only grit his teeth and roar in anger.

"Stop playing the fool! What can an old man do to you?"

The burly disciple swung his flying sword at Zhou Lingxuan's shoulder.

The sword's edge pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Zhou Lingxuan did not retreat. He raised his right arm, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and thrust them towards the sword's edge.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against stone. The low-grade flying sword was tightly gripped between two fingers and could not be pushed in any further.

The burly disciple's face was grim. He gripped the sword with tremendous force, his face turning red, but the flying sword remained motionless.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Zhou Lingxuan's tone was very cold.

He pinched with a little force.

"Click."

The low-grade flying sword, made of fine steel, broke in two.

The muscular disciple, unable to maintain his balance, stumbled back two steps before collapsing to the ground.

The tall, thin disciple's legs had begun to tremble.

"You...you've been hiding your cultivation level!"

The tall, thin disciple's voice trembled as he turned and ran.

Zhou Lingxuan took a step and was right behind him.

With a swift movement, he grabbed the tall, thin disciple by the back of the neck and lifted him up with one hand.

The tall, thin disciple struggled with all his might, trying to pry his hands apart, but it was like ants gnawing at a bone.

Zhou Lingxuan turned around and looked at the burly disciple sitting on the ground.

The power of the eighth-level Body Tempering Realm cultivator was no longer concealed, and a faint red glow appeared on his body.

The burly disciple was terrified, his crotch was soaked, and a foul stench filled the air.

Zhou Lingxuan twisted his neck, and his bones made a popping sound like beans.

He sneered and threw the tall, thin disciple who was rolling his eyes at the feet of the burly disciple.

"I was just worried about not having any materials to test my current strength."

Zhou Lingxuan walked forward step by step, his eyes looking at two pieces of scrap metal that were about to be smashed.

"You've really delivered yourselves right to my doorstep. The miasma in this abandoned hall is just what it needs, it's lacking some nourishment."