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

Zhou Lingxuan walked to the earthen furnace, pulled open the bellows baffle, and pushed and pulled it a few times.

Whoops!

The fire instantly shot up to half a person's height, and the shockwave baked away all the dampness in the workshop.

The piece of scrap iron in his hand, still crackling with electricity, was thrown directly into the deepest part of the furnace by Zhou Lingxuan.

"Come on, let me see just how difficult it is to deal with the energy of heaven and earth."

He didn't take the ordinary iron hammer hanging on the wall.

His intuition told him that this tough nut to crack was something that ordinary iron could not touch.

A thought arose.

The small purple jade hammer in his mind flew out instantly, landed in his palm, and grew larger in the wind, transforming into a dark purple long-handled hammer.

The surface of the hammer was covered with old patterns, and as soon as it appeared, the air in the workshop seemed to become a little heavier.

Inside the furnace, the scrap iron quickly lost its charred exterior under the extreme heat, turning bright red.

The power of lightning surged wildly across the surface of the iron block, producing crackling and popping sounds.

Zhou Lingxuan picked up the pliers, firmly clamped the iron block, pulled it out, and slammed it heavily onto the anvil.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He gripped the purple jade hammer tightly with both hands, exerted force from his waist and back, and poured all his Qi Refining Stage 3 true Qi into his arms. He swung the hammer in a wide arc!

when!

A muffled thud echoed through the workshop.

When the hammer came down, Zhou Lingxuan almost lost his grip on the handle.

The violent lightning power inside the iron block went berserk and exploded outwards from the point of impact of the hammer.

The purple arc of electricity exploded instantly, spreading out in all directions.

The shock made Zhou Lingxuan's hand go numb, and he took half a step back.

This power is too domineering, it's completely unreasonable, isn't it? This thing is very strange, it despises all mortals who try to touch it.

Stabilizing his stance, he stared at the piece of iron on the anvil.

With that one hammer blow, nearly 10% of the lightning power contained within the iron block was lost.

If the weapon refiners in the weapon hall used ordinary hammers to forge this sword, by the time it was completed, it would be a miracle if even a layer of the natural energy inside remained.

Throughout history, all those who have forged famous swords have failed; no wonder Elder Chen said that.

This power is something that mortals simply cannot retain!

But Zhou Lingxuan remained calm.

What he held in his hand was the Heaven-Forging Hammer.

Before it could completely dissipate into the air, the electric arc that had just exploded was pulled back by the terrifying suction force suddenly generated on the surface of the purple jade hammer.

The old patterns on the surface of the purple jade hammer instantly lit up, as if it had come to life. It didn't care whether the lightning came from the heavens or not; before it, all power was merely nourishment.

It's sizzling!

The overflowing lightning power was instantly absorbed by the hammer.

Zhou Lingxuan could clearly feel that the hammer had become heavier.

The violent energy that had just been inhaled was surging inside.

"You have to spit out everything you've eaten!"

Zhou Lingxuan raised the sledgehammer again and slammed it down hard on the iron block.

when!

The second hammer fell.

This time, Zhou Lingxuan used all of his physical strength and true energy.

The thunderous power that had just been absorbed was completely forced back into the iron block the moment the purple jade hammer touched it!

boom!

Gravel flew everywhere, and the ground around the anvil shook violently.

An even brighter purple light burst forth from the surface of the iron block.

The power of thunder was forcibly forced back into the depths of the iron, while the high temperature of the earth fire and the immense force of forging began to frantically pull and fuse within the ordinary iron.

The hammer continued to fall relentlessly, and Zhou Lingxuan did not stop.

when!when!when!

The power of thunder tried to escape with each strike.

But each time, they are mercilessly devoured by the Sky Hammer, and smashed back even more violently in the next strike.

Overflowing, swallowing, crashing back.

This job is too physically demanding.

The true energy was rapidly dissipating within Zhou Lingxuan's body.

His muscles were tense, and the sweat that had just appeared was evaporated into white vapor by the high temperature in the workshop.

His hand was split open, and blood flowed down the hammer handle, drying in the intense heat before it even touched the ground. He circulated his inner energy to its limit, and a sharp pain shot through his meridians. But he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Inside the workshop, purple light flashed frequently, and thunder rumbled.

Zhou Lingxuan felt like he was wrestling with God.

Every strike must be delivered with full force; the slightest lapse in concentration will cause the ferocious power to spiral completely out of control.

Fifty hammer blows.

One hundred hammer blows.

Two hundred hammer blows.

My breathing became heavy, and my arms ached so much that I almost lost all feeling in them.

But he didn't stop, nor could he stop.

Under the repeated kneading of the triple forces, the material on the anvil shrank by a full circle, and the impurities were completely removed.

The rough surface became incredibly smooth.

The electric arc no longer exploded outwards, but instead completely merged into the iron material, transforming into streaks of lightning.

at last.

When Zhou Lingxuan felt his true energy in his dantian was almost depleted, he realized he was about to lose all his strength.

when!

The final hammer fell.

The iron block emitted a long hum.

All the power of thunder has completely subsided.

That piece of discarded ordinary iron was now completely smashed into a top-grade iron ingot that crackled with lightning.

Gasping for breath, Zhou Lingxuan leaned on the hammer handle. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the ground, making a hissing sound.

Staring intently at the finished product on the anvil, he looked up, even his breathing becoming softer.

This is no longer scrap metal!

A strange piece of metal, like the starry night sky, lay quietly on the anvil.

The charred surface has become smooth as a mirror, displaying a deep, dark purple hue.

What's most chilling is that the raging thunder and lightning didn't disappear; instead, it was forcibly locked within this ordinary iron!

Thousands of fine purple lightning bolts flowed slowly and endlessly within the translucent dark purple iron ingot, following the meridians.

Each time the purple light flashed, the air around the iron ingot would visibly distort, emanating an aura of destruction, and the air would even be filled with the smell of charred thunder.

Zhou Lingxuan tentatively touched it with the pliers.

crunch--

A muffled thud. This iron ingot, which had shrunk considerably in size, was surprisingly heavy!

The weight of the massive steel anvil, weighing over a thousand pounds, was so great that its surface was slightly dented, as if the weight of an entire mountain had been concentrated within it.

The destructive power of thunder, combined with extreme pressure.

"It's done..."

Looking at this top-grade thunder iron, Zhou Lingxuan grinned, revealing his chapped lips.

He forcefully slammed the energy of heaven and earth into it.

The real forging and shaping will begin next.

Standing up straight, Zhou Lingxuan gripped the hammer handle tightly again.

How badly should it be beaten?

The image of the Lei family's deep-sea iron sword flashed through his mind.

Then she remembered Lei Yang, who was lying unconscious outside, and how he had been gesturing wildly with that rusty piece of iron.

Longsword? Shortsword? Greatsword? Flexible sword?

Looking at the block of iron, Zhou Lingxuan frowned, unsure of how to strike.

That kid practices swordsmanship by letting things flow naturally, forgetting all the moves. He doesn't think about anything; he just swings his sword wherever the wind blows.

What about blacksmithing?

Would a true blacksmith impose his own subjective will on a piece of material that has already acquired a spirit?

Zhou Lingxuan observed the naturally flowing lightning patterns on the surface of the iron.

Suddenly, his hand moved on its own.

Without thinking it through.

I didn't aim at it intentionally.

The purple jade hammer fell gently, striking the edge of the iron ingot.

Ding.

The voice was very soft, yet it carried an indescribable rhythm.

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhou Lingxuan fell into a state of ethereal tranquility.

He got it.

On Elder Chen's incomplete book, the advice left by that ancient great being resurfaced once again.

Become a blacksmith.

What is a blacksmith?

Blacksmiths shouldn't try to conquer materials, they should try to make them.

This piece of iron, tempered by lightning, will transform itself into whatever it desires.

Zhou Lingxuan completely emptied his mind.

He closed his eyes. He no longer looked at the raw iron on the anvil, nor did he try to feel where the hammer would fall. He surrendered everything to his intuition, to the will of the material itself.

The iron block is breathing.

Thunder is pulsating.

Each hammer blow helps to remove excess constraints and guides them to extend.

All subjective obsessions in my mind were expelled, the shape of the sword was forgotten, and all rules were forgotten.

He was just a tool for swinging the hammer.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The hammer kept falling.

The movements are not controlled by conscious will.

The dull sound of hammering disappeared in the workshop, replaced by a deep echo filled with the lingering power of heaven and earth.

On the anvil, the top-grade iron material, shimmering with lightning, is slowly and steadily evolving towards its desired strange form under the interplay of earth fire and purple hammer.