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

Zhou Lingxuan did not turn around.

The feeling of being watched lasted only two breaths before it was withdrawn on its own.

The person who could control their spiritual senses in the main hall of the administrative office and deliberately hide in a corner must be of high status.

More importantly, the other party did not make a move.

Zhou Lingxuan stepped out of the inner hall, his hand falling naturally, the wide sleeves concealing the bronze jade pendant at his waist.

Chen Baichuan was still standing in the inner hall, pointing at Elder Li's table, which was broken in two, and haggling over the price.

"This table is on my tab."

Elder Li was so angry that his beard trembled.

"Is it your fault? You still haven't paid for the damage you caused to the administration office door!"

"The Weapon Hall has given you three hundred more identity tokens!"

"That's the sect's share, what does it have to do with the Loss Sect!"

"You old codger, why are you so meticulous about the accounts?"

"roll!"

A furious shout came from the inner hall.

Zhou Lingxuan didn't stop walking, but a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

Chen Baichuan is indeed a good backer.

It's just that the noise is too loud.

Inside the main hall of the administration office, dozens of disciples had already made way for Zhou Lingxuan. While everyone appeared busy with their own affairs, their eyes were all fixed on Zhou Lingxuan's waist.

The steward of the abandoned hall.

This position isn't considered very good.

The abandoned hall has no cultivation techniques, no spiritual fields, and not much monthly salary. On weekdays, it mainly deals with the waste products discarded by the weapon hall and the alchemy hall.

A slight mishap could result in fatalities from toxic waste and runaway fires.

Even the worst manager is still a manager.

Outer disciples must greet him according to the rules.

The assignment of ordinary menial tasks, and their life-or-death situations, were all at the discretion of the steward. In the event of disputes within a branch, he was even more qualified to submit documents directly to the administrative office and the enforcement office.

Zhou Lingxuan used to be just a lowly servant in the abandoned hall.

Anyone can step on it.

If you want to touch him now, you have to think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of touching a formal manager.

"Old Zhou, wait for me!"

Lei Yang, carrying the Wind and Thunder Sword, quickly caught up from behind.

He was still injured, and his right leg was stiff when he walked, but his young face couldn't hide his excitement.

After catching up with Zhou Lingxuan, Lei Yang immediately focused on the jade pendant at his waist.

"Can I take a look at this?"

"no."

Zhou Lingxuan answered decisively.

Lei Yang was stunned.

"I'll just take a look."

Not even a single glance.

Why?

"The identity jade token contains the sect's mark; if it's lost, you need to go to the affairs office to get a replacement."

Zhou Lingxuan glanced behind him.

Do you think Elder Li still wants to see me today?

Lei Yang recalled the smashed table in the inner room and quickly shook his head.

"Then forget it."

He took another half step closer to Zhou Lingxuan and lowered his voice.

"Old Zhou, have you really become a useless steward?"

"If they've already taken the jade pendant, how could it be fake?"

"So, does that mean I won't have to listen to other people's arrangements anymore?"

"As long as you stay in the abandoned hall, you are under my jurisdiction."

Lei Yang straightened his back immediately.

But this sense of triumph lasted only a moment.

Zhou Lingxuan raised his hand and patted the back of his head.

"Put your clothes on first."

Lei Yang looked down and realized that the front of his clothes was soaked in blood, and the tear stretched all the way to his stomach.

Many female disciples around were already looking this way.

Lei Yang's face flushed, and he quickly blocked with his sword.

"It was those same few people who did it."

"If you can't beat them, remember it. Don't rush to make excuses."

"Once I break through to the Qi Refining stage, I can kill him with a single sword strike."

"The person has already been taken into custody by the Enforcement Hall. You still want to barge in and chop him up?"

"Well... I'll think about it."

The two talked as they walked out of the main hall.

The figure hidden in the corner finally came into view.

Wearing the attire of a core disciple of Earth Sword Peak.

Her long hair was tied up with a crown, and a sword hung at her waist.

It was Zhang Qian.

Four disciples from Earth Sword Peak were following behind him. They had come to the administration office to hand over a batch of cultivation supplies, but when Chen Baichuan landed in his flying boat, they were blocked in the main hall.

Zhang Qian witnessed the entire process, from Chen Baichuan kicking down the door to Elder Li obtaining the jade token.

"Zhou Lingxuan..."

Zhang Qian stared at the hunched back, his five fingers slowly tightening.

The old handyman who used to be stuck by the forge, forging iron, is now wearing a managerial jade plaque.

Although he was only in charge of the abandoned hall, the weight of those four words changed completely when they came from Elder Li's hands.

Zhang Qian has managed to maintain his position as the top disciple of Earth Sword Peak for so many years, so naturally he wouldn't be so blind as to not understand this basic advantage.

A junior disciple next to him didn't think that much about it.

Seeing Zhang Qian's grim expression, he immediately stepped forward.

"Senior brother, is it this old man who's upset you?"

"stop."

Zhang Qian grabbed his shoulder.

The disciple, still wanting to show off, pointed at Zhou Lingxuan.

"He's just an old, useless servant. I'll teach him a lesson over there. It's not convenient to do it in the administration office. Once we're outside the main hall, I'll find an excuse to bump into him and keep him in bed for months."

Zhang Qian suddenly exerted force with his palm.

click!

The disciple's shoulder bone was being squeezed so hard it cracked, and his face turned pale with pain.

"Senior brother, it hurts, it hurts!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Zhang Qian pulled him back to his side, his voice very low.

"Didn't you see what he was wearing around his waist?"

The disciple rubbed his shoulder and answered softly:

"Isn't it just a bronze jade plaque?"

"That's the jade plaque of the former steward of the abandoned hall."

"So what if he's a disgraced steward? He hasn't even entered the Qi Refining stage yet, who would take him seriously?"

Zhang Qian turned his head and stared at him for a few moments.

"Didn't you hear Elder Chen smashing the table just now?"

"I heard you."

"Elder Chen used the magical artifacts supplied by the Artifact Hall to force Elder Li of the Affairs Department to make an exception and grant him an identity, didn't you see that?"

The disciple opened his mouth.

"I see...I see it."

"Then you still dare to go?"

Zhang Qian pushed the person back.

"If you rush up and touch him now, Chen Baichuan will dare to rush up to Dijian Peak tomorrow, grab a hammer, and ask your master how to discipline his disciple."

The disciple's expression changed.

He only wanted to curry favor with Zhang Qian; how could he dare to provoke a Golden Core elder?

Moreover, Chen Baichuan's temper was notorious within the sect.

This guy really dared to bring people from the Weapon Hall to block the entrance to Earth Sword Peak.

"But Elder Chen didn't come out either..."

The disciple was still somewhat unconvinced.

Just as Zhang Qian was about to reprimand them, footsteps could be heard coming from inside the hall.

Chen Baichuan walked out with a dark face.

He had just reached the door when he shouted at Zhou Lingxuan's back.

"Why are you two walking so fast? The airship is still outside!"

The disciples inside the main hall immediately made way for them.

Chen Baichuan pushed through the crowd, caught up with Zhou Lingxuan in a few steps, and grabbed his arm.

"How far is the abandoned hall from here? Are you really planning to walk back?"

Zhou Lingxuan was pulled so hard that he swayed.

"Elder Chen, my old bones can't take your abuse."

Stop pretending! I didn't even use any force.

"If you push harder, you can burn paper money for me this time next year."

Lei Yang stood beside him, suppressing his laughter, and didn't dare to make a sound.

Chen Baichuan glared at him.

"What are you laughing at? Get on the flying boat!"