A Billion Jin of Strength from the Start, and You Want Me to Cultivate Immortality?

“Let's get this straight: every Immortal Venerable here is trash.” Lu Li looked at the hundred thousand immortal soldiers shouting in front of him and quietly rolled up his sleeves. Other people cultivate immortality with qi gathering, foundation building, and golden cores, all ethereal and elegant. Lu Li cultivates immortality with bench presses, squats, and deadlifts, specializing in physical exorcism. “Lu Li, where's your life-bound magic treasure?” “Right here: these fists.” “What about your spells and divine powers?” “Can brute strength work miracles count as a divine power?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the forbidden area's master, whom he'd punched into two-dimensionality. Lu Li couldn't help but scoff: “That's it? That's all you've got? You can't even withstand a tenth of my strength?” This isn't cultivation at all. It's a human-shaped nuclear bomb that wandered into a beginner's village!