Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

If Chen Tian were to choose the person he hated most in his life,

it wouldn't be Lan Wu, who despised and looked down on him; nor Pan Linghai, who chased him relentlessly; nor even Duanmu Ya and Fangzhu Zhenren, who almost drove him into despair, but Lin Chen!

Lin Chen, whose cultivation was only at the mere Spiritual Guidance stage, was the one who hurt Chen Tian the most!

Because Xiaolong died by Lin Chen's sword.

Chen Tian hadn't thought about Xiaolong for a long time, because every time he recalled that tragic scene, Chen Tian felt like his heart was about to crack open.

An indescribable pain surged towards Chen Tian like a tide.

Chen Tian still remembered Xiaolong's appearance when he desperately entangled Lin Chen to protect him, that innocent face, lingering in Chen Tian's heart, impossible to dispel no matter what.

Fortunately, after Chen Tian subdued Han Wuming, he said that he had a way to bring Xiaolong back to life, but it required Chen Tian's cultivation to reach the凝海 (Ninghai) Sea Condensation Realm.

It was from that moment on that Chen Tian desperately used all kinds of methods to improve his cultivation, even in the most dangerous and difficult places, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Chen Tian would venture in without blinking an eye.

And the reason why Chen Tian did this was all to cultivate to the Ninghai Realm as soon as possible and bring Xiaolong back.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian sighed and refocused his attention on the two magical treasures on the stone platform.

After killing Lin Chen, Chen Tian took these two magical treasures, and they were used by Chen Tian for a long time.

It was only later, during the battle with Jin Chi, that these two magical treasures finally couldn't bear the burden and were shattered by him.

And this time, Chen Tian forged their models out of ordinary iron, according to their original appearance.

However, unlike the previous magical treasure models, this time, although they were also cast from ordinary iron, when the long sword and longbow had just taken shape, they naturally contained a trace of sharp aura.

Even though it was very weak, it still easily cut the two moths that approached them into two pieces.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Tian pulled the bellows again and burned another piece of iron ore red-hot.

At this time, the moon had set over Blackwood Mountain, and the east was even beginning to turn white, a ray of golden sunlight seemed impatient to burst out.

But Chen Tian didn't pay attention to these things, and instead continued to hammer away, 'ding ding dang dang,' at something.

About an hour later, a strange mirror was hammered out by Chen Tian.

The front of this mirror was unremarkable, but on the back, there was a ferocious dragon coiled around it, its mouth open, its claws dancing, as if it was about to rush out of the mirror and fly straight into the sky.

Looking at the formation of this strange mirror, Chen Tian's expression couldn't help but become pleasantly surprised, but just then, the phenomenon suddenly changed.

The originally quiet mirror suddenly began to shake violently, and at the same time, bursts of violent dragon roars came from the mirror, shaking the giant trees planted around it to dance wildly.

"Pa..."

After a while, the violent dragon roar finally quieted down, but at the same time, cracks appeared on the mirror, eventually breaking into two halves.

"Alas, it seems that, so far, I can only restore it to a high-grade spiritual treasure?"

Thinking of this, Chen Tian couldn't help but look up at the sky, and found that there was an extremely thin red line above his head.

Chen Tian had clearly noticed just now that the terrifying power that shattered the mirror suddenly erupted from this red line at the moment the mirror was forged.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Chen Tian noticed that this red line, suspended above his head, had been present since he started forging the first magical treasure.

And as the number of magical treasures Chen Tian forged increased, it also became thicker and thicker, and the color became more and more crimson.

Chen Tian knew that this red line was definitely not simple.

"Uncle Chen... Uncle Chen..."

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from a distance.

Hearing this, Chen Tian finally put down the heavy hammer in his hand, looked up at the sky, and found that it was already dawn, another morning.

After retracting his gaze, Chen Tian saw Erwa running towards him, covered in sweat.

Looking at his panting appearance, it was obvious that he had run all the way from home.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you going to school today? What are you doing here?" After Erwa approached, Chen Tian asked him in confusion.

"Hmph, I'm not going to school anymore!" Erwa sat down on the dirt ground in front of Chen Tian, gasping for breath.

But Chen Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence, and asked in surprise: "You're not going to school, then what are you going to do?"

"I want to be a blacksmith like you, Uncle!" Erwa raised his head and looked at Chen Tian with a firm expression.

Chen Tian was shocked by Erwa's expression at this time, because he saw glistening tears in the corners of Erwa's eyes.

Chen Tian seemed to understand something, and immediately asked: "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"My mother... my mother she..." Erwa's voice choked, but after wiping away a handful of tears, a look of strength flashed across his face, and he continued: "My mother is sick, I need money to treat her."

"Sick?" Chen Tian frowned upon hearing this, and said with some puzzlement: "Wasn't she fine a few days ago? Why is she suddenly sick now?"

Chen Tian remembered that a few days ago, Erwa's mother had even made some dumplings and sent them to him.

"I don't know, just the day before yesterday, my mother said her heart hurt, and today she can't get out of bed, she can only lie in bed.

The village doctor went to see her and said it was very serious and had to be sent to the town a hundred miles away for treatment, but the cost... alas..."

Speaking of this, Erwa grabbed a handful of his hair, looking very distressed.

Hearing this, Chen Tian seemed to understand Erwa's thoughts.

If he really had to go to the town for treatment, then the daily expenses would be extremely high.

With Erwa's family's conditions, they definitely couldn't afford it, so he had the idea of dropping out of school to earn money.

"Erwa, Erwa, where did you run off to again, you dead brat? If you don't go to school properly, believe it or not, I'll break your legs!" At this moment, another angry voice came, obviously, it was Erwa's father.