A Scrap Cultivator Trains His Body: From the Start, He Forges a Steam Demon God

The young master of the Wang family smashed a priceless mechanism core with his own hands, then pointed at me and said I did it. Just because I was a body-tempering apprentice who could only rely on brute strength, I wasn't even considered human in the eyes of those noble mechanism masters. The workshop owner beat me viciously, then threw me out of Tiangong City like a piece of garbage. They were sure my life was over. But they didn't know that being tossed into the dump outside the city, piled high with scrap metal, wasn't the end. It was the start of my comeback.