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

Chen Baichuan's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

What was he thinking just now?

He was thinking about how Li Yuan had stolen his resources, how to cut off Li Yuan's access to regular magical artifact orders, and how to use the rules of the Artifact Hall to suppress that traitor.

They put all their effort into those low- to mid-range ritual implements produced on assembly lines!

But now.

Zhou Lingxuan stood in front of him and told him in the most calm tone: I can help you forge a sword.

Chen Baichuan's mind was racing.

Even if Li Yuan wins over a lot of stewards and controls a lot of common spiritual materials, what can he refine? At most, he can only refine a few high-level magic weapons with top-grade array patterns!

And what about Chen Baichuan?

He now has someone behind him who can forge a sword that can pierce the heavens and earth!

As long as Zhou Lingxuan makes a move and forges a supreme sword embryo that carries the essence of heaven and earth, Chen Baichuan will then personally wield the sword, supplemented by the Weapon Hall's top-notch quenching and sharpening techniques...

What is forged will be a divine weapon that will drive the entire Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and even the entire cultivation world, crazy!

When it comes to absolute quality, quantity is nothing!

Compared to the supreme weapon that can deliver a devastating blow, Li Yuan's schemes and tricks for power and profit are nothing more than a three-year-old playing in the mud!

Chen Baichuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Those eyes, which were originally bloodshot and filled with fatigue and anger, now burst forth with an unprecedentedly fervent light.

"All they know how to do is swing a hammer and forge iron..."

Chen Baichuan suddenly took a big step forward and grabbed Zhou Lingxuan's arm.

The Golden Core cultivator's grip was incredibly strong, causing Zhou Lingxuan's bones to crack.

"What a useless fellow who only knows how to swing a hammer and forge iron!"

Chen Baichuan stared intently at Zhou Lingxuan, his chest heaving violently.

After a brief silence.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Baichuan suddenly tilted his head back and burst into laughter.

The laughter was extremely abrupt and extremely loud.

It was no longer the dry laugh with perfunctory and mocking tone from before, but a wild laugh bursting forth from the deepest part of his chest, without any reservations!

Laughter echoed throughout the fiery chamber, causing dust to fall from the walls and the bronze furnace in the center to emit a faint hum.

Chen Baichuan laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

For the past two weeks, he has been secretly plotting against Li Yuan, which has been incredibly frustrating.

The heart-wrenching anger I felt when I discovered my apprentice's betrayal.

There's also that feeling of helplessness—having immense cultivation but being tightly bound by sect rules, unable to directly expel members from the sect.

At that moment, all of that unrestrained laughter was completely swept away!

Chen Baichuan released Zhou Lingxuan's arm and pounded his chest hard, making muffled thuds.

"Old Zhou, oh Old Zhou!"

Chen Baichuan pointed at Zhou Lingxuan, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"You old rascal, you're really... really a gem!"

Chen Baichuan strode over to the bronze furnace and kicked its leg.

"Li Yuan? Deputy Hall Master?"

Chen Baichuan sneered repeatedly, his face taut with tension, and he exuded the powerful confidence of an elder with real power, the confidence to control everything.

"He's trying to cause trouble? I'll play along!"

"Doesn't he like to cultivate connections? Doesn't he like to snatch those regular orders? I'll give them all to him! I'll see what Li Yuan has to compete with me when I pull out that weapon!"

Chen Baichuan turned around and strode up to Zhou Lingxuan.

No further specific plans were mentioned, nor was any further questioning asked about the level of sword Zhou Lingxuan could produce.

Some things are better left unsaid.

We are all smart people.

"Walk!"

Chen Baichuan waved his hand, and his sleeves snapped open in the air with a loud crack.

"I'll send you out!"

The two walked side by side toward the stone door of the underground fire chamber.

Chen Baichuan took out the elder's token and pressed it into the groove.

Click.

The array's light flickered, and the stone door emitted a dull creak as it slowly slid open to the sides.

Outside.

It had gotten completely dark.

The darkest hour before dawn has passed; now it is truly the dead of night.

The night wind rushed in through the open stone door.

The wind is cool.

The wind dispelled the stifling heat and stuffiness that had accumulated in the underground fire chamber for half a month, and also dispelled the last trace of gloom on Chen Baichuan's body.

The two stepped out of the threshold.

The courtyard of the artifact hall was quiet, with only a few spirit stone lamps hanging under the eaves, emitting a faint, cold light.

Starlight spilled down from the night sky and fell on the bluestone-paved ground.

Chen Baichuan and Zhou Lingxuan walked side by side in the courtyard.

The two shadows were stretched long by the starlight, overlapping on the ground.

We arrived at the main entrance of the instrument hall.

Chen Baichuan stopped in his tracks.

He no longer made grand pronouncements like before, saying things like "the abandoned hall is your ironclad empire."

He simply stood on the steps, looking at Zhou Lingxuan.

"Old Zhou."

Chen Baichuan's voice was calm and steady, exuding an undeniable confidence.

"You stay put over there in the abandoned hall. Burn the scrap metal if you need to, and forge iron if you need to."

Chen Baichuan paused.

"Once I've sorted things out here and gathered all the necessary materials..."

"I'll personally go to the abandoned hall to find you."

Zhou Lingxuan stood at the bottom of the steps.

Looking at the burly elder of the Weapon Hall on the steps, who had regained his domineering aura and sharp edge.

Zhou Lingxuan didn't say much.

She simply tucked her hands into her sleeves and nodded slightly at Chen Baichuan.

"The old man is in the abandoned hall, waiting for you at any time."

After speaking, Zhou Lingxuan turned around and walked slowly towards the outer gate along the bluestone path.

The night wind blew up his dusty, oversized steward's robe.

Chen Baichuan stood there, watching the slightly hunched figure gradually disappear into the deep night.

Until Zhou Lingxuan's figure completely disappeared.

Chen Baichuan slowly withdrew his gaze.

Turning his head, he looked into the depths of the Weapon Hall, at the courtyard belonging to the deputy hall master, Li Yuan.

The courtyard was completely dark, without a single light.

A cold smile slowly crept onto Chen Baichuan's lips.

He reached out and touched the storage bag at his waist.

There, lay all the accumulated knowledge and experience he had gathered over a hundred years as an elder of the Weapon Hall.

"Li Yuan".

Chen Baichuan's voice was very low and was quickly carried away by the night wind.

"You better pray that your bones are harder than my hammer."

The night wind blew through the mountain path outside the gate.

Zhou Lingxuan slowly walked back to the abandoned hall along the bluestone path.

The mess at the Weapon Hall was left for Chen Baichuan to deal with himself. All he wanted now was to go back to his own territory and get a good night's sleep.

As soon as I reached the gate of the abandoned hall, I could see several dilapidated lanterns swaying in the air.

Old Sun, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat and carrying a well-worn pipe, was wandering around the base of the courtyard wall with two young servants.

"Open your eyes wider, everyone!"

Old Sun spoke in a low voice.

"The manager has gone to the inner gate on business, so we need to keep an eye on the compound. The waste pile over at Pit 3 is quite high; we mustn't let a spark fly out and set the courtyard wall on fire!"