I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

After much deliberation, Lin Feng had formed a judgment in his mind, but with outsiders present, he couldn't make a sound. He could only suppress his thoughts and continue trying to hear what these discarded swords were trying to say.

"boom!"

More than half an hour later, there was a sudden explosion.

A bright blue light shone from the fire pool, and two dark blue swords slowly rose and hovered in the center of the small hall.

"It's done!"

"It's done!"

The two female cultivators cheered and, before the sword had cooled down, eagerly took it into their hands.

"As expected of Xuanwen Green Iron!"

"With this sword, our strength can be raised to a new level!"

For those who cultivate the Tao, cultivation level is one aspect, while strength is another.

Magical artifacts, formations, and even various hidden weapons are all important components of strength.

These two women are quite talented, but for many years they have not been able to find a suitable magical weapon. Today, they have successfully forged a sword, and their excitement is beyond words.

Congratulations!

Lin Feng put aside his doubts and bowed to the two female cultivators to offer his congratulations.

The two men were also more humble towards Lin Feng than before.

"Old man, we two have failed many times in forging swords, but with you here today, we succeeded in one go. It is hard to say that this is not due to your innate sword embryo."

Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively.

"I am ignorant and dare not take credit."

The two women were delighted and grateful for Lin Feng's generosity. They took out all the pills they carried with them and stuffed them into Lin Feng's hands.

"Grandpa, please accept this as a token of my gratitude."

The two didn't give Lin Feng a chance to be polite, and continued.

"Old man, we have finished forging the sword. This place is too hot to stay any longer. Let us take you away."

Lin Feng hadn't figured out the reason for the strange movements in the sword forest. He originally wanted to investigate for a while, but since the two were leaving, Lin Feng didn't want to be noticed. In addition, without their protection, Lin Feng's body couldn't withstand the scorching heat of the Nine Yang True Fire, so he had no choice but to follow the two out of the sword-making room.

The two women escorted Lin Feng to a small hut nearby to rest, and said something as they left.

"My name is Qin Xiangning, and this is my junior sister Yue Qingzhu. If you need anything, you can call on us for help."

Lin Feng politely agreed and saw the two off.

After seeing the two off, Lin Feng wanted to enter the sword-making room again, but without the protection of the two fairies, Lin Feng's frail body could not support him, and no matter how hard he gritted his teeth, he could not get close.

"make life difficult for!"

Lin Feng's face, covered in age spots, turned black from the scorching, and his withered hands looked like dry branches, as if they were about to be burned through at any moment.

But he still moved forward, inching closer to the sword-making room.

He was not reconciled.

The jade pendant that accompanied it had remained silent for decades, but today it has been showing unusual activity.

Those broken swords, whose spiritual energy had already dissipated, kept whispering in Lin Feng's ear.

This is no coincidence!

After much deliberation, in order to help his withered body withstand the scorching heat, Lin Feng took out the pills left behind by the two female cultivators and was about to swallow them.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, the sound of a sharp sword tearing through the sky rang out.

Lin Feng looked up and saw a long sword flying towards him at great speed, arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The sword's edge was aimed directly at Lin Feng's throat.

Upon seeing the flying sword pierce the sky, only four words came to Lin Feng's mind.

"A single sword strike to the throat!"

Lin Feng didn't even have time to think about death; fear further weakened his already depleted energy, and even his breathing stopped for a moment...

Until the "ding" sound.

The sword stopped in front of Lin Feng's chest.

The sword's edge, however, was aimed at the jade pendant on Lin Feng's chest.

"this..."

"Ding!"

Before he could even think, with a "ding," a surge of powerful and pure spiritual energy flowed into Lin Feng's body through the jade pendant.

Charged ahead recklessly, crushing everything in its path!

Lin Feng clearly felt that the pure spiritual energy was forcefully penetrating his atrophied meridians with unstoppable momentum!

The parched and depleted meridians, like cracked earth longing for rain, frantically absorbed this spiritual energy.

Feels great!

What surprised Lin Feng even more was that he could clearly feel a faint surge of pure energy rising from his dantian.

"Gathering Qi in the Dantian?"

"This is the first level of Qi Refining!"

He hurriedly opened the cultivation manual that the disciple had given him and examined it carefully. Only then did he confirm that this was indeed the manifestation of the first level of Qi Refining.

"Bang."

With another crisp sound, the broken sword seemed to have been drained dry and fell to the ground slumped to the ground.

Lin Feng took off the jade pendant from his neck and saw that in the middle of the originally emerald green jade pendant, there was a faint shadow engraved. Judging from the shape, it was a sword.

"The jade pendant? It absorbed the remaining spiritual energy from this broken sword and gave it to me?"

Lin Feng is a born sword spirit, and has a natural affinity for sword spirits.

Even a broken sword, with only its remaining spiritual power, is willing to attach itself to him.

Although his meridians were blocked, making it difficult for him to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this jade pendant could serve as a medium to help Lin Feng absorb the remaining spiritual energy and sword intent in those broken swords.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the sword-making room that he couldn't get past.

Even a discarded sword can help one break through to the Qi Refining stage.

And in that sword-making room, there were forests of discarded swords!

After his mind was at peace, Lin Feng's mentality became much calmer. He no longer insisted on going to the sword-making room, but naturally went to live in a small house not far away.

The hut was incredibly shabby.

A wooden plank bed, a table with a crooked leg, and a stool with a missing corner.

On the table sat a rough earthenware kettle and a bowl.

Fortunately, although Lin Feng came from a wealthy family, he had lived a frugal life ever since he turned against his family for Liu Qingqing, and he hadn't noticed anything unusual over the decades.

He sat down at the table and took out the book "Fire Cloud Manual" from his pocket.

Slowly opening the yellowed book, the first half contained common knowledge about the cultivation world: the grades of elixirs, cultivation realms, and types of spiritual roots.

The second half is the real business – how to sense spiritual energy, how to guide energy into the body, and how to circulate it throughout the body.

The last page also included a small note: This technique can only be practiced up to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. To achieve Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, or even Nascent Soul, one must seek other methods.

This is a good starting point, and it's enough for Lin Feng.

The two female cultivators gave Lin Feng a lot of pills, but they didn't explain their uses to him in detail.

Lin Feng's body was decaying and withered; he dared not use it recklessly.

Now that I've read the introduction to the cultivation method, I feel more confident, so I took out some pills that I could use and swallowed them.

The elixir enters the body, transforming into a trickle that travels along the meridians.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged and, following the methods he had learned from the cultivation technique, mobilized his spiritual energy and circulated it throughout his body.

Although I wasn't very skilled, it went smoothly.

He carefully sensed the changes within his body.

With the help of the spiritual medicine and the support of the cultivation technique, the spiritual power in his dantian was nearly half again as strong as before, his senses were more acute, and even his body felt lighter.

The first layer of Qi has been refined, and the foundation is now solid.

More importantly, he could clearly perceive that his already dwindling lifespan seemed to have been extended considerably as a result.

If before he was already like a candle flickering in the wind, not expected to live more than a year, then now, with an extra half a year to live, there should be no major problem.

Thinking of this, the huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for years finally loosened a little.

He stepped out of the hut, the mountain breeze carrying the scorching heat unique to the sword-making workshop brushing against his face.

He looked up at the night sky. The stars twinkled, just as they had been more than eighty years ago.

Are there differences between immortals and mortals?

He gently grasped the jade pendant, a faint smile curving his lips.

Liu Qingqing.

Over the past eighty years, I wonder where you are now?