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

With a look of astonishment, Zhou Lingxuan suddenly raised his head.

How the weather changed so quickly? It was still a deep autumn night just a moment ago!

The wind howled wildly through the cracks in the valley, almost threatening to devour people!

Dark clouds covered the night sky, so thick that it was hard to breathe, and there was no trace of coolness left.

The moonlight is gone, and the stars are gone too.

In the pitch-black darkness, the entire abandoned hall was instantly plunged into darkness.

"What the hell is this weather?"

Zhou Lingxuan quickly stood up, leaning against the wall, and shook the hot water off the back of his feet.

The wind was really strong.

The branches made a snapping sound, and the old locust tree in the yard was being blown around wildly. Was it about to break?

Everything was swept into the air by an invisible force, and the fallen leaves, pebbles, and even the unburnt ashes in the waste pit formed a turbid vortex.

With difficulty, Zhou Lingxuan peered through the half-collapsed earthen wall, squinted, raised his hand to shield his forehead, and looked towards the neighboring courtyard.

He froze on the spot, just looking at it like that.

The source of this gale is not from outside the valley at all.

Right next door, in the eye of the storm!

It was on that boy who was waving around a rusty piece of iron!

Lei Yang was a completely different person at this moment.

He was completely absorbed in a strange state of self-forgetfulness, and he was completely unaware of the strange changes in the sky above him. Was he possessed?

He swung the broken iron sword in his hand faster and faster.

Without any sweeping, powerful moves, and without any forced twisting of the waist and shoulders to generate force, what kind of swordsmanship is this?

He's just going with the wind.

The shock he felt was indescribable, and Zhou Lingxuan's eyes widened.

The most crucial aspect is hammering in accordance with the grain of the material; he'd been forging iron for a hundred years. And now, Lei Yang was actually wielding his sword in accordance with the natural flow of the wind!

Completely emptying his mind, the kid abandoned all his rigid techniques and surrendered himself entirely to his body, which had survived countless life-or-death escapes and been cleansed by top-grade elixirs.

It allowed him to detect the free-floating energy in the air; it was a physical instinct.

Swish!

A sword flashed diagonally, Lei Yang.

The pebbles on the ground were swirled more than three zhang high, and the wind suddenly spun around following the trajectory of the sword.

hum!

He unleashed another sweeping attack, completely haphazard and unpredictable.

A muffled rumble of thunder suddenly echoed through the air, booming deep within the clouds—this noise was terrifying!

A storm raged in his mind as Zhou Lingxuan stared intently at the figure dancing with a sword in the raging wind.

How is this possible?!

He actually managed to resonate with the wind and thunder of heaven and earth simply by wielding his sword with his bare body! A mere mortal who hadn't even reached the threshold of the Qi Refining stage, with not a single trace of true Qi in his body!

He'd probably want to smash his head against a block of tofu on the spot. What if those sword-cultivating geniuses in the inner sect, who always talk about the unity of heaven and man, saw this?

That's absolutely outrageous.

The facts are right in front of us.

Lei Yang's movements were getting faster and faster, to the point that Zhou Lingxuan could only see a blurry afterimage.

The rusty iron sword, which groaned in the wind, remained unbroken, as if it had come to life.

The entire ruined hall was about to be crushed. The dark clouds in the sky churned more and more violently. Who could withstand such a scene?

Blinding purple lightning began to flash wildly, churning deep within the clouds, ready to strike at any moment. Was this lightning tribulation meant to kill people?

The raging power of nature is constantly accumulating in the sky.

Using that piece of scrap metal in his hand, he kept provoking this world-destroying power. The boy on the ground, dressed in tattered clothes, was simply courting death. Wasn't he asking to be struck by lightning?

A sense of oppression.

Even Zhou Lingxuan, a cultivator at the third stage of Qi Refining, felt a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing; this was an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

"This kid's going crazy..."

Zhou Lingxuan subconsciously took two steps back and swallowed.

Lei Yang's sword dance reached its peak at this moment.

His feet sank two deep pits into the hard soil, and he suddenly sprang up, his back arching to an incredible degree.

Facing the oppressive thunderclouds overhead, he gripped the rusty iron sword tightly with both hands and thrust it upwards with unrestrained and extremely frenzied force!

There are no techniques involved; this sword strike is simply a pure and unrestrained expression of power!

boom--!!!

Suddenly, the world was bright.

It tore through the thick black clouds, and a bolt of lightning, carrying a violent and destructive pressure, crashed straight down from the sky. Who could withstand that?

It was the iron sword that Lei Yang had raised high—the target!

Zhou Lingxuan witnessed this scene clearly.

He was still feeling his scalp tingling and his blood boiling from the fact that a mortal's swordsmanship had caused such a celestial phenomenon, just a second ago.

When he saw the lightning strike the iron sword with perfect precision, the old blacksmith's common sense of physics instantly prevailed, but the next second...

A thought immediately popped into Zhou Lingxuan's mind, and the shock on his face froze:

"Damn it, it's conducting electricity..."

The voice just fell.

Click!

The blinding flash of lightning instantly engulfed the entire courtyard.

It was a hundred times more dazzling than the midday sun, in terms of brightness.

He couldn't see anything; the bright light blinded Zhou Lingxuan, leaving his vision a white blur.

A strong smell of burning and the stench of earth wafted towards us, and a violent wave of air almost knocked us over!

boom!

The wall collapsed completely under the impact of the shockwave, turning the already partially collapsed earthen wall into a cloud of flying yellow dust.

The shockwave pushed him backward, and Zhou Lingxuan quickly raised his arms to protect his head before falling hard to the ground, his tailbone throbbing with pain. Ouch!

The shock made his head buzz, the deafening thunder exploded in his ears, and even his heart skipped a beat.

A full dozen or so breaths passed.

The strong winds had just subsided when the courtyard came into view.

The thick black clouds in the sky began to dissipate rapidly, and without the pull of the Thunder Sun Sword Technique, the cold moonlight was revealed once more.

Shaking his buzzing head, Zhou Lingxuan rubbed his sore and tearful eyes and quickly got up from the ground.

He took two steps at a time and stepped over the pile of rubble, not bothering to brush the yellow dust off his clothes, and peered into the neighboring yard.

A huge, charred crater was blasted out by lightning in the center of the courtyard.

Wisps of smoke were still rising from the bottom of the pit.

Lei Yang lay upright at the bottom of the pit.

This kid is in a terrible state now.

It had been completely reduced to a few charred rags. The thin shirt he was wearing was barely hanging on his body. Could he still wear it?

His hair stood on end, and his whole body was charred black from being split open, his fur standing on end. He looked so miserable!

He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were rolling back, and his body was twitching every now and then. His legs were kicking unconsciously. The funniest thing was, was he still alive?

The rusty iron sword in his hand was completely ruined.

That ordinary iron sword couldn't even withstand a single breath; under the terrifying heat of the falling lightning, it melted directly into a pile of molten iron.

It had quickly solidified into an extremely grotesque and twisted long strip, and at this moment, the pool of molten iron fell onto the scorched soil.

Yet faint purple arcs of electricity flickered and danced within them. Though their shape was hideous, their long, narrow surface was...

Surprisingly, the violent lightning power did not dissipate; instead, it was forcibly locked into this pile of scrap metal!

Zhou Lingxuan's heart pounded wildly as he looked at the smoking courtyard and the boy foaming at the mouth at the bottom of the pit.

He rushed forward and, without any hesitation, jumped into the charred pit to check on Lei Yang's body.