Swordmaking House
"Jason Chu, you will serve as a Swordsmith Apprentice in the Swordmaking House."
A calm voice slowly resonated.
The noisy crowd instantly quieted, their gazes tinged with sympathy as they looked toward a young man with a slightly pale complexion.
It was an unremarkable-looking youth.
Standing before an elderly Daoist with long brows, his eyes tightly shut, he seemed somewhat disrespectful.
Yet no one thought he was out of line.
Everyone knew that Jason Chu was blind.
"Alright."
The young man named Jason Chu nodded slowly, saying nothing further.
He silently accepted his fate.
"Poor Jason, truly unfortunate. Born with the fate of heavenly deficiency, and losing his parents during a demon suppression mission, only to later discover he lacks any cultivation talent at the Initiation Ceremony. His life might as well be considered over."
Someone glanced at Jason and couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a bit of pity.
"Becoming a Swordsmith Apprentice isn't too bad; it's a fairly profitable position. If it weren't for his parents' great contributions to the Shushan Sword Sect, a blind person like him would never be assigned to the Swordmaking House."
"Other than being dirty and exhausting, with no hope of treading the grand path of cultivation, there's not much to complain about."
A boy with thick brows and wide eyes chimed in, though his expression was somewhat indifferent.
To him, the opportunity Jason was given was the best possible arrangement.
"That's true."
Hearing this, others nodded in agreement, their hearts feeling a mix of sympathy and pity for Jason, alongside a slight sense of superiority.
After all, in a world rich in spiritual energy, where the powerful could pluck stars from the heavens, they were disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect, with the potential to become figures of power. Who wouldn't yearn to soar through the skies?
But becoming a Swordsmith Apprentice in the Swordmaking House meant forever severing ties with that dream of power.
Everyone knew that Swordsmiths in the Swordmaking House faced relentless underground fire, burdensome tasks, and cultivation constantly hampered by their duties. Over the years, fewer and fewer Swordsmiths had been willing to work there.
Jason Chu, with his tightly shut eyes, had been blind from birth. His keen sense of hearing allowed him to hear all the conversations around him with perfect clarity.
A touch of sadness lingered in his heart.
Who could have foreseen?
In his previous life, he had been blind. And after transmigrating to this world, he still could not see the light.
Born with a flawed fate, or as others put it—a blind man.
Though he had long grown accustomed to it over the years, he had always harbored a sliver of hope.
After all, in this world of high martial arts, not only had he heard legends of people regaining their sight and seeing daylight, but of limbs regenerating and life renewed from a single drop of blood.
Born in the Shushan Sword Sect, he had looked forward to the Initiation Ceremony at twelve, hoping to show a great aptitude for cultivation and embark on the path of a cultivator.
Unexpectedly…
It was a worthless fate.
"Oh heavens, if you've given me this transmigration, why play with me so cruelly?"
Jason Chu had no interest in listening to the surrounding discussions, his usually calm heart slightly disturbed.
Without realizing it, he followed the Daoist leading him to the Swordmaking House, where flames burned constantly, and the sky was perpetually shrouded in a red haze.
"Jason, get settled in the Swordmaking House for now."
"Swordsmith Master Gavin is out gathering materials for forging weapons. When he returns, he will seek you out."
The Daoist who brought Jason here gave him a few instructions before departing.
Jason let out a long sigh and began preparing to settle down on his own.
Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.
Jason, accustomed to a life of misfortune, knew well that no matter how devastated he felt, no one would care.
Ultimately, he would only suffer by himself.
"At the very least, being a Swordsmith Apprentice, from what they say, seems like a decent job, even if it's a bit tiresome."
Jason consoled himself.
And it was true.
In a Sword Sect, who didn't need a sword?
Swordsmiths enjoyed a certain level of respect and treatment.
Apart from slower cultivation progress and a bit of hard work, it was indeed a good position.
Ding.
Just as Jason made up his mind, a pleasant chime suddenly rang in his ears.
"Divine-level Sign-In System activated."
"Binding…"
"Binding successful."
The crisp, melodious voice startled Jason.
With his eyes closed, he parted his lips slightly, seemingly surprised.
A system?
Could it be a benefit for transmigrators?
He hadn't expected that, after a lifetime of misfortune, he would receive a system at this very moment.
"What abilities do you have, system?" Jason asked without hesitation.
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