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

The monotonous sound of hammering echoed through the cramped workshop.

Zhou Lingxuan's arm rose and fell mechanically. The purple jade hammer slammed into the dark purple iron ingot, sending up tiny sparks of electricity.

He has completely lost his sense of time.

The true energy in his dantian had long been depleted.

The once abundant meridians were now withered and painful, and every time the remaining strength was mobilized, it was accompanied by a needle-like stinging pain.

He wanted to stop.

In his hundred-year career as a blacksmith, he had never felt that swinging a hammer was such a deadly thing.

This isn't forging; it's risking your life.

But he couldn't stop.

An extremely strange resonance formed between the purple jade hammer and the piece of thunder iron on the anvil. The two forces pulled and attracted each other.

If he dares to loosen his grip, the thunderous power that has been forcibly suppressed inside the iron will instantly go berserk.

At that time, not only this dilapidated workshop, but the entire valley of the abandoned hall will be blown up.

"This is terrible..."

Zhou Lingxuan clenched his teeth, his throat filled with the strong taste of blood.

When his true energy was exhausted, he overdrawn his vital energy. When his vital energy couldn't keep up, he forced himself to swing the hammer despite his mental strain.

The muscle fibers throughout the body were constantly torn apart by the intense movements, and the bones and joints made grinding sounds as they were overwhelmed.

The sweat that had just seeped out of the pores was immediately evaporated by the high temperature of the subterranean fire.

His gray servant's clothes were completely soaked and then dried by the sun, with a layer of white salt frost on the surface.

too painful.

This feeling of being completely drained to the limit is ten times more painful than hitting yourself with the Heaven-Forging Hammer back then.

The material on the anvil is constantly stretching and deforming.

It completely broke away from the category of conventional weapons, growing wildly along the patterns of internal lightning.

Zhou Lingxuan's vision began to blur.

He's holding on with sheer grit.

The sky was gradually turning a pale white. The dawn light slanted in through the cracks in the drafty windows of the workshop, illuminating the dusty ground.

when!

The final hammer fell heavily.

A very clear buzzing sound came from the anvil, the echo lingering for a long time.

The strange force that had been pulling at Zhou Lingxuan vanished instantly, and the purple jade hammer transformed into a stream of light, directly entering his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhou Lingxuan's legs went weak, and she fell straight backward.

boom.

He fell backward onto the ashes-covered ground, too weak to even move a finger.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. The workshop was eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackling of charcoal popping from the furnace.

A wave of weariness and exhaustion washed over him, almost overwhelming him.

Zhou Lingxuan lay on the ground for a full half hour to recover.

Only when a tiny bit of true energy regenerated in his dantian and his parched meridians were slightly moistened did he grit his teeth, support himself with his hands on the ground, and struggle to his feet.

My bones are protesting, and the soreness is shooting straight to my head.

He held onto the wooden frame beside him and slowly moved to the anvil.

"I want to see what this thing that almost killed me looks like."

Zhou Lingxuan peeked out.

A strange thing lay quietly on the anvil.

This thing is really hard to define using the term "sword".

It has no straight spine, no smooth blade, and not even a proper tip.

Its entire body is a deep, dark purple, and its shape is extremely exaggerated.

The entire blade exhibits extremely dramatic twists and turns, with irregular serrations and protrusions covering its edges.

This is essentially a lightning bolt that has been personified and forcibly solidified into a physical entity!

Rough, savage, and utterly unruly.

On the surface of the sword, a faint yet extremely pure aura of lightning slowly circulated.

Without any external force, the surrounding air was subtly distorted by this aura.

Zhou Lingxuan stared at the strangely shaped lightning sword for a long while.

"If I take this out, people will probably think I made a fire poker."

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, extended his still slightly trembling right hand, and grasped the part that could barely be called the hilt of a sword.

The instant his palm touched the hilt of the sword.

A sudden change occurred.

There was no violent backlash of thunder, nor the numbing sensation of being electrocuted.

An extremely gentle yet incredibly powerful force flowed from the hilt of the sword directly into Zhou Lingxuan's palm!

This power is too pure.

It possessed the domineering attributes of thunder and lightning, yet it showed no hostility towards Zhou Lingxuan's body.

The power traveled upwards along the meridians in the arm, and wherever it passed, the muscles torn and the meridians damaged by extreme exertion were instantly repaired.

Not only that.

This force circulated throughout Zhou Lingxuan's body, forcibly opening up more than a dozen previously blocked acupoints.

Finally, this power, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surged into the dantian.

boom!

Zhou Lingxuan felt a sudden jolt in his dantian.

Originally, his true qi was only at the third level of Qi Refining, but after being injected with this power, it instantly surged.

Fourth stage of Qi Refining.

Fifth stage of Qi Refining.

The surge only stopped when it reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Zhou Lingxuan closed his eyes and carefully sensed the changes within his body.

A faint purple electric spark appeared within the true energy.

Deep within the dantian, a pure aura of thunder resided.

It became.

This is the positive feedback that the Sword of Heaven and Earth gives to the swordsmith after it is formed!

Zhou Lingxuan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

This breath of stale air even carried tiny sparks of electricity.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.

The exhaustion and fatigue had long since vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of lightness.

What surprised him most was not the improvement in his cultivation level.

It's a change in talent.

Although his centenarian body had been cleansed and refined by the Heaven-Forging Hammer, its foundation was ultimately too weak.

During normal cultivation, the speed at which one absorbs spiritual energy is ridiculously slow.

But now, he could clearly feel the spiritual energy floating in the surrounding air actively drilling into his pores.

The thunderous aura residing in his dantian subtly raised the upper limit of his innate talent.

Although this sword is not the kind of peerless sword that can make people ascend to heaven on the spot upon its birth, the power of heaven and earth it contains is just an ordinary lightning strike.

But this genuinely changed Zhou Lingxuan's physique.

He had been worried about where to find a suitable cultivation manual, fearing that he might go astray and become possessed by practicing it haphazardly.

Now that the thunderous aura has suppressed his dantian and his meridians have been widened and strengthened, he can fully explore his own path without restraint.

Down-to-earth.

This feeling of having power in my own hands is so reassuring.

Zhou Lingxuan played with the lightning sword in his hand, finding it more and more pleasing to the eye.

Just then, a series of dragging footsteps came from outside the workshop.

"Old man..."

A hoarse voice sounded at the doorway.

Zhou Lingxuan turned his head.

Lei Yang was leaning against the door frame, peering inside.

This kid's current appearance is even more exaggerated than that sword.

The black, hard shell that had been struck by lightning had mostly fallen off his body, revealing his fair and firm skin underneath.

His hair was still standing on end, and he was covered with several charred strips of cloth, barely covering his vital parts.

Lei Yang had just woken up and was still a little dazed.

He remembered that he was swinging his sword in the courtyard last night when a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck him directly on the forehead.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a tattered mat, his body brimming with inexhaustible strength, and all his previous injuries were gone.

He followed the commotion in the workshop, wanting to ask Zhou Lingxuan what had happened.

As soon as he peeked out, he saw what Zhou Lingxuan was holding.

Lei Yang's gaze was fixed on the lightning-shaped sword, and he was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

What is that thing?

sword?

Who would be so kind as to break a sword into such a twisted and grotesque shape?

But strangely enough, that bizarrely shaped sword exuded an aura that was extremely familiar to him, an aura that even made his blood boil.

That was the aura of wind and thunder.

It was the feeling he had been desperately seeking last night when he wielded his sword in the howling wind.

Zhou Lingxuan grinned as he looked at Lei Yang, who stood there dumbfounded.

He carried the exaggerated lightning sword to the door, casually handed it to Lei Yang, and said in a relaxed tone, "Try it, this is the sword I forged for you!"