In the fireworks of Bianjing in the Northern Song Dynasty, the sound of hammers in the blacksmith shop always had an out-of-place urgency.
Shang Ying held the red-hot iron billet, and smashed it on the ground with cold sweat mixed with sparks on his forehead - no one knew that this young man who had just traveled through time was echoing the mechanical sound in his head: [Strike iron a billion times a day to unlock a physical enhancement].
A billion times? The average blacksmith's limit is to swing a hundred hammers a day. This system may not make him die of exhaustion in front of the anvil on the spot.
But when the first ray of strengthening power flowed through the limbs and bones, and the weak body burst out with the power to smash stubborn rocks, Shang Ying gritted his teeth: Isn't it just a hammer? Even if we fight till the end of time, we still have to hammer out a road to heaven in the Song Dynasty, which values culture over military affairs!
The iron tools he hammered out were as sharp as clay, which aroused the curiosity of the noble girl of Bianliang; the great strength he unintentionally showed made the knights and heroines look at him with admiration; even the man in the deep palace heard that there was a strange man who could forge his body with iron...
Where the iron flowers splash, there is the stubbornness of mortals who defy heaven.
When billions of times of tempering became a daily routine, when the physical strength was as strong as that of an immortal god, Shang Ying looked at the prosperity on both sides of the Bianhe River and suddenly understood: What this system requires him to forge is never iron, but the qualification of a mortal to sit on the throne of the emperor and walk on the path to immortality in this bright universe.
However, as the number of beauties around him increases, the sound of the hammer gets louder, and the troubles entangled with him become bigger and bigger - who should the sword that is about to be released to "break the Song Dynasty" be aimed at?
