I transmigrate into a martial arts world and become known as a good-for-nothing.
My aptitude is low-grade Yellow. I cultivate hard for three years, and make no progress at all.
My fiancée calls off the engagement, my clan members mock me, and my life is pitch-black.
Until that day, when I finally get my golden finger:
Not an against-the-heavens System, nor a divine bloodline.
Just one sentence:
[Heaven rewards diligence: hard work always pays off, and cultivation has no bottlenecks.]
From then on, I become the most "hardcore grinder" in the martial arts world.
✅ Others practice their techniques three times a day. I practice them three hundred times.
✅ Others spend decades stuck at a bottleneck. I break through after three years of hard work.
✅ Others pile up cultivation with pills. I trade sweat for new realms.
A hundred years later, prodigies from the Myriad Worlds compete for supremacy.
A divine-body holy son looks down on all under heaven. "I was born to rule!"
Ye Chen sneers. "I've got cheats. How can you compete?"
A descendant of an ancient clan boasts. "My bloodline is supreme!"
I quietly step forward and throw a punch.
Stars fall, and the myriad paths shatter.
In the dead silence, Ye Chen wipes away his sweat.
"Sorry. I just work harder than most."
[Maximum-effort cultivation] [No Bottlenecks] [Steady Progress] [Passionate Leveling Up]
[Golden Finger: Every drop of your sweat will be turned into strength!]
[From an ant to the peak of martial arts, there's only one secret: hard work!]
Students with good grades in the class are too lazy to look at those with poor grades, because humiliation and bullying are completely meaningless and will not improve their grades.
The late third level, the peak, is just short of the extreme state. I really don't like to read whatever you write, and you will be shocked at every turn.