From the Start, Born with Mixed Bones, I Become a God by a Hair's Breadth in the Gaokao

The day I awakened, the whole school laughed: I was a once-in-a-millennium mixed-bone freak. I couldn't gather a Dao Soul or cultivate techniques, and I'd be a good-for-nothing for the rest of my life. But they didn't know that my bone type wasn't listed among the Three Thousand. Other people cultivated through hard work. I cultivated by eating. The day I barely made the cutoff for the college entrance exam, everyone said I was lucky. The day of the admissions test, I knocked the genius school belle senseless with one punch. At the provincial league, I stood on the winners' podium and said to the cameras, "Who else?"

Later, they gave me a nickname: "The Walking Three Thousand Bone Types Ranking."

But I didn't like that nickname. I wasn't aiming for the Three Thousand. I wanted to go beyond them.