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

Half a month ago, when he first arrived at the abandoned hall, no one took him seriously. After registering his identity, they left him there to fend for himself.

Zhou Lingxuan was just a menial servant at the time.

Now, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, all those people who used to ignore them knelt down.

Lei Yang subconsciously straightened his back and tightened his grip on his sword.

A short, crackling sound of electricity emanated from inside the Wind and Thunder Sword.

The people kneeling in the front row immediately lowered their heads even further.

They had all witnessed the power of this sword.

Lei Yang, who was in the Body Tempering stage, used it to defeat a Qi Refining cultivator despite being at a higher level. Now, Lei Yang was standing behind Zhou Lingxuan, clearly only listening to the old man.

Zhou Lingxuan did not rush to tell everyone to get up.

He looked around, taking in everyone's reactions.

Among them were old handymen who had done hard labor year after year, and people who had run errands for various departments.

Some people just want to make a living, some like to take advantage of others, and a few others take advantage of their connections with outside disciples to order others around in the abandoned hall.

Previously, there was no official person in charge, and everyone did their own thing.

Although Qin Zhaoyun held the title of manager, he had neglected his duties for many years. These people had long been accustomed to being unsupervised.

Even if everyone kneels down now, they may not truly submit to him.

Most likely, they were afraid of Chen Baichuan.

Zhou Lingxuan did not mind this.

I'm afraid of everyone, it's the same.

As long as it doesn't interfere with his waste collection.

Chen Baichuan stood beside the flying boat and, seeing that Zhou Lingxuan hadn't spoken yet, reached out and gave him a push.

"What are you standing there for? Say something."

Zhou Lingxuan took a half step forward.

"What did you say?"

"You're in charge now!"

Chen Baichuan pointed to the servants kneeling on the ground.

"When a new official takes office, he must establish a few rules. Who is in charge of transportation, who is in charge of cleanup, who is in charge of monitoring the fire, and who is in charge of the accounts—all these responsibilities must be clearly defined for them."

Zhou Lingxuan looked at the people filling the courtyard.

"Did anyone care about these things before?"

An elderly servant with gray hair in the front row raised his face.

"Reporting to Steward Zhou, in the past... whoever was in the mood to collect the waste sent from each hall would take it. Several people died at the fire pit, so no one wanted to go there anymore."

"Where's the junk?"

"Pile them up in the east warehouse. Dismantle what can be dismantled, and throw what can't be dismantled into the pit."

Who will receive the items delivered by Dantang?

Several servants simultaneously shrank their necks.

Dantang waste often contains toxins.

In the past, whenever it was everyone's turn to take over, they would try to pass the responsibility to someone else.

Ultimately, it often falls on the shoulders of those who have no connections or good character.

When Zhou Lingxuan first entered the abandoned hall, he took on the job of burning waste. Many people present privately discussed that they thought the old man wouldn't live more than three days.

As a result, batches of people died, but he remained standing by the fire pit.

He was even more energetic than when he first arrived.

The old handyman hesitated before speaking.

"No one at the Pill Hall can answer the phone regularly."

Zhou Lingxuan nodded.

"It will be sent to the bottom of the valley later."

The kneeling crowd all looked up at once.

Some people thought they had misheard.

"Manager, the waste pills and poisonous materials in the Pill Hall are very dangerous. Sending them directly to the bottom of the valley might cause problems..."

"I'll pick it up."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The old handyman opened his mouth, but didn't dare to continue trying to persuade him.

Chen Baichuan, however, became anxious first.

"You became the manager and you're personally burning waste materials?"

"Someone has to do it."

"Then what use are these people to you?"

Chen Baichuan pointed at the servants on the ground, getting angrier the more he looked at them.

"Pick a few and send them to the bottom of the valley. Are you suggesting we keep them here in the abandoned hall just to let them bask in the sun?"

The servants panicked immediately.

"Elder Chen, spare my life!"

"The temperature in the fire pit at the bottom of the valley is too high. I'm only at the second level of Body Tempering; I'll die if I go in!"

"I can haul junk, I can do anything, just don't send me to the bottom!"

Chen Baichuan's face darkened.

Just as the pressure from the Golden Core cultivator was about to dissipate, Zhou Lingxuan raised his hand to stop it.

"Elder Chen, aren't you returning to the Weapon Hall?"

"Are you kicking me out?"

"You sent me to the office and then brought me back, which has already wasted a lot of time. If the artifact hall really stops supplying magical artifacts, Elder Li will come to the abandoned hall to settle accounts with you."

Chen Baichuan choked.

His threat to Elder Li about cutting off supplies at the administrative office was indeed just an angry outburst.

The sect has a quota for how many standardized magical artifacts the Weaponry Hall can forge each month. If he dares to stop, the sect leader will be the first to come after him.

"I was just doing something for you!"

"The identity has been processed."

Zhou Lingxuan patted the jade pendant at his waist.

"How to manage the abandoned hall from now on is my business."

"How can you be so ungrateful, old man?"

Chen Baichuan pointed at him, but couldn't utter another curse for a long time.

Zhou Lingxuan's words make sense.

He forcibly put people in positions of authority; if he were to interfere in the internal arrangements of the abandoned hall, then he would truly be overstepping his bounds.

The office manager surnamed Li was already seething with anger and was worried about not being able to find any fault with him.

"Fine, I won't interfere."

Chen Baichuan put away the flying boat and then pointed to Triangle Eyes and the others.

"What should we do with these people? Send them to the disciplinary office, or will you handle the interrogation yourself?"

The people on the ground immediately tensed up.

With his triangular eyes gritting his teeth, he looked up at Zhou Lingxuan.

He still can't believe that he was sent by Zhang Qian to deliver poison to the abandoned hall, and that he would end up like this.

Even Zhang Qian's name couldn't save him.

Now that Zhou Lingxuan has become the manager, as long as another document is added to clearly state the source of the poison, the Enforcement Hall will definitely investigate further.

"Manager Zhou!"

The man with the triangular eyes suddenly propped himself up.

"This was my doing alone! It has nothing to do with anyone else!"

Chen Baichuan raised his foot and kicked.

boom!

The triangular-eyed creature rolled several feet along the ground, the Spirit-Sealing Lock clanging loudly as it struck the ground.

"Did I ask you?"

Chen Baichuan was about to step forward when Zhou Lingxuan grabbed his sleeve.

"You detained this person; take him to the disciplinary hall."

"You're not going to conduct the trial?"

"What needed to be seen has been seen."

"Why aren't you even following up on Zhang Qian's name?"

Zhou Lingxuan did not respond to that sentence.

The fact that these people with triangular eyes publicly named Zhang Qian could indeed cause some trouble for the other party.

However, the testimony of a few servants alone is not enough to bring down the eldest disciple of Dijian Peak.

Zhang Qian could easily be said to have had his subordinates privately interpret his meaning.

Besides, these people are already in the hands of the Enforcement Hall. They'll confess whatever they need to confess sooner or later; Zhou Lingxuan doesn't need to waste his time.

"The sect has a law enforcement hall."

Zhou Lingxuan loosened Chen Baichuan's sleeve.

"I'll just abolish the hall."

Chen Baichuan stared at him for a moment, then suddenly snorted.

"Slippery."

He raised his hand and grabbed them, pulling the triangular-eyed group into the air with his spiritual power, where they were squeezed together.

"I will take the person there. If you have been wronged, bring the jade token to the ware shop to find me."

Zhou Lingxuan cupped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you, Elder Chen."

Don't give me that.

Chen Baichuan took out the flying boat and jumped onto the deck.

Before leaving, he shouted one last thing to Lei Yang.

"Boy, hurry up and heal your injuries. If there's anything wrong with the Wind and Thunder Sword, come find me at the Weaponry Hall. Don't try to fix it yourself!"

Lei Yang immediately hugged the longsword tightly.

"My sword is fine."

"I'm afraid you might have something to do with it!"

After Chen Baichuan finished cursing, he urged the flying boat to take off.

Triangular Eyes and the others were thrown to the stern of the boat, barely able to sit up. As soon as the flying boat left the courtyard, they crashed into each other.

Lei Yang looked up for a while, and only looked away when the flying boat disappeared.

"Old Zhou, will they implicate Zhang Qian?"

"Call the manager."

Lei Yang was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Lingxuan glanced at him.

"What are you yelling about in front of so many people?"

Lei Yang immediately realized what was happening.

"Manager Zhou."

His change of address made the kneeling servants even more obedient.

Zhou Lingxuan waved his hand.

"Get up, everyone."

The crowd gradually got up, but no one dared to leave.

Zhou Lingxuan looked at the old wooden table in the courtyard.

On the table was a register of affairs and a set of gray steward's robes that had just been delivered. The material was not very good, but the chest was embroidered with the sword pattern of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

He picked up the gray robe and draped it over his shoulders.

Lei Yang went around to the back to help him tidy up.

"It's tied backwards."

"I can see it."

"The belt is inside."

"Shut up."

Lei Yang calmed down and simply reached out to straighten the back of his collar.

After putting on his gray robe, Zhou Lingxuan hung the bronze jade plaque on the outside of his robe and then sat down at the table.

An old servant reacted quickly, bringing over a teapot and pouring a full bowl of tea.

The tea is made from the worst broken leaves, and it tastes bitter.

Zhou Lingxuan picked up the rough porcelain bowl and took a sip.

The dozens of people in the courtyard still stood properly, all waiting for him to speak.

Some people are worried about being sent to the bottom of the valley.

Some people are afraid that he will settle old scores.

Several others were already figuring out how many spirit stones they should send in exchange for an easier job.

Zhou Lingxuan put down his teacup.

He didn't want this position to show off.

He was in charge of all the menial tasks, he received all the waste materials, and everything that came from the various halls had to go through his hands. In the future, if anyone tried to set up a scheme, they would have to bypass him, the jade token, first.

As for managing people, he has no interest.

"I'm just a rough old man, I don't know anything about proper etiquette."

Everyone immediately perked up their ears.

"From now on, the hall will be abolished, but the same way we did before will continue to operate."

The old handymen were stunned.

Zhou Lingxuan picked up the teacup and took another sip.

"As long as you dispose of the waste on time, I won't cause you any trouble."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd.

"And you all, don't bother me."