Unable to Cultivate Immortality, I Prove the Dao with Money

[Greatsword + A Bit Ridiculous + Satisfying + Sanctifying the Body] I'm not very good at writing introductions, so please bear with me.

Lin Yuan transmigrates to the cultivation world, expecting to dominate everyone. Instead, he discovers he's born with severed meridians. Luckily, he awakens a System, and from then on, he gets further and further down the path of a reckless brawler.

“You've got an army of a hundred thousand? No problem, one punch will smash them all. You're a cultivator? Then I'll just throw a few more punches!”

“You're a Nascent Soul ancestor? Never mind, I can't afford to mess with you! Give me a few years to grow stronger, then I'll come back and pound you into the ground.”

Years later, Lin Yuan looks down at the bruised and battered ancestor of the sacred land beneath his feet and can't help sighing. “Not one of you can fight. If you'd worked half as hard as I did, I wouldn't have beaten you all into pigheaded wrecks!”