I transmigrated into a cultivation world with no golden finger, no System, and not even a spiritual root.
The original owner's memories told me that mine slaves live three years on average. I'd already been working for two years and nine months.
In other words, I had three months left to live.
My only way out was a book I'd found, Foundation-Building for Mortal Bodies. Its nine stages of body tempering would shatter bones and tear sinews, a thousand times more painful than cultivation.
But I had no choice.
I would survive the mine, remove the Heart-Control Gu inside me, and grow stronger.
Strong enough that Manager Zhang would never dare treat me as a “test subject” again.
Strong enough that Qingyun Pavilion couldn't kill me, even if it chased me to the ends of the earth.
Strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, though born mortal.
