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

Zhou Lingxuan closed the yellowed booklet and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"Become a blacksmith."

He muttered those words to himself and shook his head.

Chen Baichuan's promise was indeed grand: a naturally born sword, a gift from heaven and earth.

It sounds impressive, but it's all baseless.

The most important thing right now is to survive.

He took out the jade identity plaque with his name worn off from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

The assassin in black escaped a few days ago, and the jade token ended up in his hands. This matter is not over.

Since Zhang Qian and his gang had decided to kill, if their first plan failed, they would definitely have a backup plan.

Although the abandoned hall is a remote place, it is not a monolithic place.

If Fatty Sun can cause trouble today, who knows what other Tom, Dick, or Harry might jump out tomorrow.

You have to be strong yourself to forge iron.

Zhou Lingxuan put the jade pendant away, stood up, and walked to the window.

The night was deep outside, and the light in Old Qin's room was already off.

He carefully inspected the doors and windows, bolted them, and then wedged a thin wooden stick into the door crack.

He could immediately sense it as soon as someone pushed the door open and the wooden stick fell to the ground.

After doing all this, Zhou Lingxuan returned to the bedside and sat down cross-legged.

It's time to break through to the Qi Refining Realm.

He hasn't been idle these past few days in the abandoned hall.

The highly toxic waste in the fire pit, as well as the high-quality waste pills left behind by Xue Yi's furnace explosion, were all refined by the Heaven-Forging Hammer into the purest medicinal power and spiritual energy, and stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The foundation is already solid.

Zhou Lingxuan closed his eyes, a thought forming in his mind.

Deep within his consciousness, the small purple jade hammer trembled slightly.

The divine power of "forging" is activated.

A vast and pure torrent of spiritual energy instantly poured down from the sea of ​​consciousness, flowing along the meridians straight to the dantian.

For ordinary cultivators to break through to the Qi Refining stage, the key is to let things happen naturally, using spiritual energy to nurture the dantian little by little until the dantian barrier naturally breaks through.

Zhou Lingxuan didn't have that kind of free time.

He was too old. Although his meridians had been reshaped by the Heaven-Forging Hammer, his dantian had long since dried up and become blocked. Conventional methods simply wouldn't work.

He chose the most violent method.

Guided by the Heaven-Forging Hammer, the torrent of spiritual energy transformed into an invisible hammer, slamming fiercely into the dantian barrier.

boom!

Zhou Lingxuan groaned, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

A muffled rumble came from within him, like two pieces of pig iron colliding heavily.

excruciating pain.

A tearing, excruciating pain spread from my lower abdomen.

Zhou Lingxuan gritted his teeth and didn't even utter a sound.

Having forged iron for a hundred years, what kind of hardship haven't I endured? This little bit of pain is nothing.

"Again!"

He muttered to himself.

The invisible hammer was raised again, carrying even more violent spiritual energy, and crashed down.

Click.

A very faint cracking sound rang out inside her body.

The barren and blocked dantian finally cracked open.

Zhou Lingxuan pressed his advantage, his purple jade hammer vibrating wildly, while his spiritual energy hammer slammed down like a storm.

Ten hammer blows.

Twenty hammer blows.

Fifty hammer blows.

Boom!

With a final, violent impact, the barrier around his dantian completely collapsed.

A surge of extremely pure true energy, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly rushed into the parched dantian, and then flowed throughout the body along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Qi Refining Level 1!

Zhou Lingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The turbid air condensed in mid-air without dissipating, and actually transformed into a white arrow of air that punched a small hole in the wooden wall opposite.

It became.

Zhou Lingxuan felt the surging true energy within his body and nodded in satisfaction.

Although he was only at the first level of Qi Refining, with his abnormally strong body repeatedly tempered by the Heaven-Forging Hammer, he dared to confront even a cultivator at the mid-stage of Qi Refining head-on.

I've been up and about all night, and my mouth is a little dry.

Zhou Lingxuan reached out, preparing to take a sip of water from the rough porcelain teacup on the table.

My finger just touched the side of the cup.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

The sturdy, rough porcelain teacup turned to dust in his hands.

Tea mixed with porcelain shards spilled all over the table, dripping down the edge.

Zhou Lingxuan was stunned.

He looked at his right hand, which was covered in water stains and debris, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

This feeling is so familiar.

A few days ago, next to the fire pit at the bottom of the valley, he absorbed a lot of waste spiritual power, and his physical strength surged. As a result, he could not even walk steadily and almost fell headfirst into the fire and was roasted into jerky.

Now, that damn feeling of being out of control is back.

And it's more serious than last time.

Last time it was just a surge in physical strength, this time it's a double boost of physical strength and true energy.

His consciousness and nerve reaction speed were simply not up to the task of controlling this newly transformed body.

Zhou Lingxuan sighed and prepared to stand up to wipe the table with a rag.

The moment his legs exerted force.

Click!Click!

Two deep dents were carved into the wooden floor beneath their feet, and splinters pierced the soles of their shoes.

Zhou Lingxuan lost his balance and stumbled forward, instinctively reaching out to grab the table.

boom!

The solid wood square table, which had been used for who knows how many years, was pressed down by him and broke in two in the middle before collapsing with a crash.

The oil lamp on the table fell to the ground, the flame flickered twice, and then went out completely.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Zhou Lingxuan stood in the middle of the ruins, still in the posture of reaching out to help, his whole body stiff as a stone.

"What a tragedy."

He muttered something in the darkness.

Such a commotion naturally couldn't be kept secret from Old Qin next door.

"Brother Zhou?"

Qin Lao's tentative voice came from outside the door, accompanied by the crunching sound of him cracking sunflower seeds.

"Demolishing a house in the middle of the night?"

Zhou Lingxuan took a deep breath and forcibly circulated the "Breath Concealment Technique" to suppress the raging true energy within his body deep in his dantian.

He doesn't dare to move at all now, for fear that he might kick the whole wall down if he lifts his foot.

"fine."

Zhou Lingxuan tried his best to make his voice sound steady.

"I got up in the middle of the night, tripped, and knocked over the table."

Old Qin outside the door stopped eating sunflower seeds.

"Tripped over? Why does it sound like some monster is rolling around inside?"

Old Qin's footsteps approached the door.

"Would you like me to come in and help tidy up?"

"Need not!"

Zhou Lingxuan quickly spoke up to stop him.

What a joke! With all this broken wood and porcelain shards scattered on the ground, Old Qin could tell the problem the moment he walked in.

Could an old man in the physical training stage trip over a solid wood table and break it in two?

"Really, there's no need." Zhou Lingxuan slowed his speech. "I'm getting old, and my legs aren't as nimble as they used to be. I've already packed up and am about to go to sleep. Old Qin, you should get some rest too."

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

"Alright then." Old Qin didn't seem to suspect anything. "Then be careful not to break your old bones."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Zhou Lingxuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

He looked down at his slightly trembling hands and shook his head helplessly.

If you want to speed, you can't reach it.

Our ancestors were right after all.

Right now, I feel like a rough embryo just pulled out of the oven.

Although the material has undergone tremendous changes, it has not yet been quenched and polished, and is full of turbulence and instability.

We must never act rashly.

Zhou Lingxuan walked to the bedside in the dark and sat down carefully.

The bed frame creaked under the weight, but thankfully it didn't collapse.

He was planning his next move.

My cultivation level has already broken through, and I cannot improve it any further in the short term.

This force must be completely tamed first.

How to tame it?

Blacksmithing.

Get to work.

For the next few days, I did nothing.

They honed their physical coordination through meticulous tasks such as daily waste handling and controlling the temperature of fire.

He controlled every bit of strength and every trace of true energy with exquisite precision.

When you can hold an egg without breaking it, that's when you can truly master the power of the Qi Refining Realm.

Zhou Lingxuan bent down and, with extreme slowness and difficulty, controlled the strength of his fingers to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground one by one.

This job is even more tiring than blacksmithing.

If you're not careful, the porcelain shards can be crushed into powder.

Finally, he pulled out the jade pendant with his name worn away from his pocket.

The jade pendant flipped between her fingertips.

Zhou Lingxuan looked at the faint moonlight filtering through the window and let out a cold laugh.

The loss of control over his power gave him a buffer period.

"I wonder how long your master can hold out?"