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

Chen Baichuan's shout made the ears of several deacons in the courtyard go numb.

Before Zhou Lingxuan could answer, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the triangular-eyed men lying on the ground.

"Cover all these things up."

"Elder, they are from the outer sect..."

"What happened to the outer gate?"

Chen Baichuan turned and shouted, "Bringing poison into the abandoned hall, forcing the servants to deal with them by hand, and even daring to take the Blood Burning Pill and kill someone in public! Go to the Weapon Hall and retrieve the Spirit-Sealing Lock. Don't let a single one of them escape!"

Several deacons immediately took action.

The man with the triangular eyes had just woken up from his coma when he heard the words "Spirit Lock" and his face turned pale.

Once that thing is fastened, the meridians are restricted, and the true energy cannot circulate.

The outer disciples were paraded through half of the sect, and from then on, they would never have to look up in the face again.

"Elder Chen, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

The man with the triangular eyes propped himself up and hurriedly said, "This disciple came to deliver scrap materials on Senior Brother Zhang's orders. I only had a minor conflict with this kid, and I had absolutely no intention of killing him!"

Chen Baichuan didn't even bother to turn his head.

"The sword was aimed at someone's head, and you still say there was no intention to kill?"

"Lock it in place."

"Anyone who dares to move will have their legs locked too."

Two deacons took out black iron locks, first restraining the triangular-eyed man's hands, then sealing his dantian.

With a snap, the true energy that the triangular-eyed man had just gathered dissipated on the spot.

He gasped for breath in pain, but still screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Elder Chen, I am one of Senior Brother Zhang Qian's men!"

"You've taken action against me for the sake of two lowly servants; how will you explain that to Senior Brother Zhang!"

Chen Baichuan stopped in his tracks.

The man with the triangular eyes thought this statement would be helpful, so he quickly continued speaking.

"Senior Brother Zhang is the top disciple of Earth Sword Peak, this matter..."

Chen Baichuan kicked up a piece of gravel from the ground.

Snapped!

The gravel is right in the center of the triangular-eyed front tooth.

A scream rang out, and the man with the triangular eyes covered his mouth and fell to the ground, blood seeping between his fingers.

"Who does Zhang Qian think he is, to dare ask me to explain myself?"

Chen Baichuan tossed out a sentence and walked straight toward Lei Yang.

Without further hesitation, the deacons of the Weapon Hall quickly fastened the Spirit-Sealing Locks on the three servants as well.

The man whose leg had been broken by Lei Yang earlier was screaming in pain. The steward, annoyed by the noise, tore off a piece of his robe and stuffed it into his mouth.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

Lei Yang sat leaning against the broken wall, with wounds on his shoulder, back, and thigh, the bleeding still not stopped.

Chen Baichuan, however, did not bother to check his injuries.

He crouched down, his face almost touching the Wind and Thunder Sword.

Lei Yang immediately gripped the sword hilt and pulled the sword closer to his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't move!"

Chen Baichuan was so frightened that he stretched out his hands, but dared not touch the sword, and could only remain in a half-squatting position.

"Let me see, just a few glances!"

Lei Yang frowned and turned to look at Zhou Lingxuan.

Zhou Lingxuan nodded.

"Show him. Although Elder Chen has a bad temper and doesn't know his own strength, he still has good eyesight."

"Brother Zhou, that doesn't sound like a compliment to me."

Chen Baichuan muttered something to himself, then immediately turned his attention back to the Wind and Thunder Sword.

Lei Yang placed the sword horizontally in front of his knees, but did not let go.

Chen Baichuan didn't insist.

He started by looking at the hilt, moving forward inch by inch. When he saw the first bend in the blade, he stretched out his finger and slowly traced it across the hilt at a distance of half an inch.

The dark purple sword trembled slightly.

An electric arc shot out from the edge of the saw teeth.

Snapped!

Chen Baichuan's fingers went numb, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He wasn't angry; instead, he became even more agitated.

"It will protect its master on its own."

"There are no array patterns, no runes, and no binding restrictions."

How does it recognize its owner?

Lei Yang gripped the sword even tighter.

"It's my sword, of course it recognizes me."

"Shut up, you don't know anything!"

Chen Baichuan didn't even look up: "The sword has a spirit, but that's a change that can only happen after it becomes a spiritual weapon. Even a high-grade spiritual weapon needs to be nurtured by a cultivator for many years before it can develop some spirituality."

"How long ago was this sword forged?"

"Why should it recognize you?"

Lei Yang's face turned black from being scolded.

But the old man in front of him had just saved his life and was also an elder of the Weapon Hall, so he couldn't directly argue back and had to grit his teeth and bear it.

Zhou Lingxuan offered a word of advice from the side.

"Elder Chen, you've frightened the child."

"He can turn a Qi Refining cultivator into charred remains, would he be scared by me?"

Chen Baichuan casually replied and continued to examine the sword.

The more he looked, the heavier his breathing became.

The Wind and Thunder Sword does not have the typical spine of a sword, and there are no signs of deliberate modification at any of the bends in the blade.

The purple lightning patterns extended from the hilt to the very tip of the sword, passing through all the serrations and protrusions without any obstruction.

The power of thunder circulates within it.

The sword's shape appears chaotic, yet the internal power flows frighteningly smoothly.

Chen Baichuan has studied weapon crafting for many years and has seen countless crafting techniques.

But he couldn't find the method for forging this sword.

A weapon forcibly hammered into this shape should already be riddled with internal cracks. With just a small amount of true energy injected, the entire sword would break at the bend.

The Wind and Thunder Sword is perfectly integrated.

Those seemingly most vulnerable turning points are actually the points where lightning power converges.

"How is that possible..."

Chen Baichuan muttered something, then suddenly lay down on the ground to observe the Wind and Thunder Sword from below.

Upon seeing this, the several deacons of the Weapon Hall all lowered their heads.

The elders of their clan usually didn't care much about their reputation in the weapon-making hall, but this was the first time they had ever seen someone lying down at the feet of a servant to examine a sword in public.

Lei Yang was also getting restless.

"Elder Chen, why don't you get up first?"

"Quiet down, I'm watching the lightning pattern's direction!"

Chen Baichuan waved his hand and moved forward a few more times.

Lei Yang had no choice but to seek help from Zhou Lingxuan.

"Old Zhou, is this old man...?"

"That's how it is after doing too much weapon forging."

Zhou Lingxuan lowered his voice: "Just bear with it for a while, and don't let him touch the sword."

"I can hear you!"

Chen Baichuan suddenly raised his head.

He braced himself on his knees and stood up straight from the ground, without even brushing the dirt off his robe.

"Brother Zhou, last night's lightning struck the abandoned hall, didn't it?"

Zhou Lingxuan did not rush to answer.

The commotion last night was too great to be kept secret from the sect's experts. Since Chen Baichuan had come in person, continuing to deny it would only make him seem guilty.

"It did land here."

"Did they hit this kid?"

"It also struck the iron sword in his hand."

Chen Baichuan slapped his thigh hard.

"I knew it!"

"Last night, I sensed a change in the energy of heaven and earth in the weapon hall. When I rushed out, I only saw the remaining thunderclouds above the ruined hall."

"That fluctuation didn't resemble a cultivator undergoing tribulation, nor did it resemble the emergence of a high-level magic weapon. The thunderclouds only paused for a moment before dissipating after a single strike. It was quite strange."

He paced back and forth in the yard twice, speaking faster and faster.

"After I got back, I spent the whole night flipping through ancient books."

According to ancient records, when a sword embryo that truly embodies the energy of heaven and earth is born, it will first draw upon the power of heaven through the hands of its owner. The sword maker will then gather this power and leave it within the sword.

"I initially thought it was absurd."

"That road has been closed for so many years, how could anyone possibly pass through it?"

Chen Baichuan suddenly stopped, turned around and pointed at the Wind and Thunder Sword.

His hands were shaking violently, and his voice was trembling as well.

"The sword has no array patterns, yet the lightning can flow on its own."

"It was made from the most ordinary scrap metal, but after it was formed, it was able to bear the essence of thunder."

"It doesn't even meet the standards of existing magical artifacts, yet it allows a Body Tempering stage cultivator to defeat a Qi Refining stage cultivator head-on."

"This is a sword forged by heaven and earth!"