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

Barren and scorching, this has always been the case around the sword-making workshop.

However, ever since Qin Xiangning and Yue Qingzhu successfully completed their cultivation, the sword-forging room has become quite lively.

Because the two men had failed to forge the sword many times, but succeeded this time, the disciples in the sect inevitably thought it was Lin Feng's doing.

After all, it is a well-known innate sword embryo.

The sect leader assigned Lin Feng to the sword-making room precisely because he wanted to use Lin Feng's skills to forge swords.

Forging a sword is not like forging iron. The goal is to infuse the sword blank with spiritual roots so that the sword spirit can awaken later. The entire forging process is extremely difficult.

However, materials suitable for forging swords are hard to find.

Many disciples within the sect had collected the materials, but due to the low success rate of sword forging, they dared not forge swords lightly.

Having heard of Lin Feng's abilities, they all came to take this opportunity to forge swords.

The usually quiet and deserted hut in the wasteland was now surrounded by many disciples.

Everyone treated Lin Feng with extreme courtesy, whether because of his age or because they wanted something from him.

"Old man, the successful sword forging by Junior Sister Qin and the other two is all thanks to you."

"The innate sword embryo does indeed possess this ability."

"We have been practicing for many years and are in need of a ritual implement. We have prepared all the materials, and we ask the elder for your help."

The crowd was friendly, and Lin Feng naturally had no reason not to help, so he returned the gesture with his hands clasped and agreed.

"This is simply my duty, please don't stand on ceremony."

After saying that, he headed towards the sword-making room, surrounded by the crowd.

Lin Feng had already entered the first level of Qi Refining, and could draw Qi into his body. The scorching heat of the sword-making workshop was no longer fatal to him.

However, Lin Feng did not reveal his cultivation level.

In order to avoid attracting attention, he still pretended to be old and frail, walking unsteadily, waiting for others to make a move.

As expected, seeing Lin Feng struggling to walk, the others all activated their spiritual energy.

Protect Lin Feng from injury, and at the same time increase speed.

Before long, the group entered the sword-making room.

Inside the small hall, the sword forest, perhaps possessing a spirit, trembled all at once the moment Lin Feng pushed open the door.

The others didn't see anything unusual, assuming it was due to the innate sword embryo, a good omen, and the group even started arguing.

"This innate sword embryo truly possesses a spirit!"

"This sword forest actually senses something!"

"Junior Sister Qin and her companion failed to forge the sword many times. Their success this time must be due to the innate sword embryo."

"In that case, let's get started as soon as possible."

"I've been waiting for a long time, let me go first."

"Junior brother, I've been searching for the materials for longer than you, so I should be ahead of you in the queue, right?"

Although everyone's attitude was relatively amicable, there was a subtle sense of competition in their words.

This matter is neither related to Lin Feng nor unrelated to him; he has no reason to remain uninvolved, and he immediately spoke up.

"Although I don't have much time left, I still have some lifespan left and I won't die."

"If any of you wish to forge swords, I will always be there for you. There is no need for you to rush ahead."

In terms of cultivation, these disciples are much stronger than Lin Feng, but in terms of age and temperament, they are far inferior.

Hearing Lin Feng say this, the disciples realized that they had lost face.

Furthermore, since Lin Feng has already made it clear that he will not leave and will always be there, there is no need for them to compete.

Since they had all bowed to each other and shown some courtesy, they agreed to the exchange.

After a short while, the eldest senior brother, recommended by the others, took the prepared materials and went to the fire pit.

Lin Feng didn't care about the process of everyone forging the sword; he simply used the jade pendant to continuously communicate with the Sword Forest.

He pondered to himself what realm he would reach if he could absorb all the remnants of spirit contained within this sword forest.

Just then, the door to the sword-making room was suddenly pushed open.

A handsome man dressed in white walked in slowly.

Upon seeing this person arrive, all the disciples bowed in greeting.

"Senior Brother Ying!"

Although Lin Feng did not recognize the person, seeing everyone bowing, he guessed that this person was of extraordinary status and quickly bowed in return.

After entering, the man bowed to the crowd, but merely nodded indifferently without returning the greeting.

No one minded, and they all stood in their positions.

Lin Feng didn't understand the man's purpose, but being over a hundred years old, many things had become instinctive.

This man is after me!

He didn't bring any sword-making materials, not because he wanted to forge a sword.

Judging from his expression and demeanor, he probably has ill intentions!

Lin Feng glanced over and saw that the young man wasn't looking at him, but was staring at the fire pool, seemingly focused on forging the sword.

A long time passed.

"Buzz!"

A clear, sharp sword cry rang out from within the pool of fire.

A flash of blue light appeared, and a precious sword shot into the sky.

The man who had just forged the sword swallowed hard and shouted excitedly.

"It's done! It's done!"

Everyone stared in astonishment, and after a moment, they all offered their congratulations.

Congratulations!

"Senior Brother Zhou, this sword forged from cyan and crimson iron is a perfect match for you!"

The disciple surnamed Zhou was overjoyed. Before the sword had even cooled down, he summoned it and couldn't help but dance with it in front of everyone.

After a while, his emotions calmed down. He turned around and ran to Lin Feng, respectfully presenting the gift he had prepared.

"Grandpa, this is just a small gift, please accept it."

After studying, Lin Feng also gained a basic understanding of some knowledge about pills and quickly recognized that the pills given to him by the other party were for prolonging life.

For a centenarian, these elixirs, which can help extend lifespan, are indeed a thoughtfully prepared gift.

Lin Feng accepted it with a smile.

"I will accept your offer, no matter how respectful I am."

After the disciple surnamed Zhou said a few more auspicious words to Lin Feng, he excitedly left with the precious sword.

With this successful precedent, the other sword-making disciples became even more eager.

No sooner had the Zhou disciple left than the second person arrived with the prepared materials and threw them into the fire pit.

Lin Feng silently put away the gift, when he suddenly noticed a strange gaze. He slowly turned his head and saw the disciple surnamed Ying.

Their eyes met. Although Lin Feng was certain that the other party had ill intentions, he still maintained basic politeness and humility before the other party revealed his true intentions, and smiled in acknowledgment.

The other party remained extremely cold and silent.

Lin Feng turned his head away, no longer daring to communicate with Jian Lin, and simply stared silently at the fire pool.

As the flames rose, after a long while, another sword rang out.

"Buzz!"

The second strike succeeded.

Everyone was thrilled, offering congratulations and gifts to Lin Feng.

Just like before.

Lin Feng greeted and saw them off as usual, with polite and proper manners.

After the second person left, the third person in line excitedly stepped forward. Just as he was about to throw the materials in his hand into the fire pit, the man surnamed Ying, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"Wait a minute!"

The jubilation on the scene came to an abrupt halt, and even the disciples who were about to forge the sword quickly put away their materials.

"The old gentleman is tired and needs to rest. You should go back first."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked puzzled.

Lin Feng didn't say he was tired, so why was he?

The crowd was unwilling to accept this, so they asked...

"Senior Brother Ying, in a few days, people from Qingfeng Valley will be arriving. If we could..."

Before anyone could finish speaking, Ying Wujiu waved his sleeve, and the palace doors swung open.

The crowd was puzzled, but given Ying Wujiu's attitude, they couldn't afford to turn against him, so they had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Lin Feng naturally followed.

"Mr. Lin."

Knowing that the other party had ill intentions, Lin Feng did not want to be alone with them and was about to leave, but before he could even go out, he was stopped by the other party. Helpless, Lin Feng had no choice but to respectfully say hello.

"Do you need to see me for something?"

Ying Wujiu responded coldly.

"I have a favor to ask."