I Prove the Dao Through Face-Slapping

[A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality] [Face-Slapping Power Fantasy] [System] [Good-for-Nothing's Rise] [Golden Finger]

"A fourfold waste constitution? A useless spiritual root?"

Everyone in Qingyun Sect said I was fit only to live on my knees.

Until one day, the scrap of black iron in my dantian suddenly grew scorching hot

The alchemy hall manager knelt before me, begging me to take him as a servant.

The inner sect prodigy knelt before me, begging me to spare his life.

The Nascent Soul elder knelt before me, begging me to take him as a disciple.

Stepping over the kneeling crowd, I asked leisurely:

"Who's next?"