Three years after transmigrating, Lu Chen was stuck with a leaky spiritual constitution: any spiritual energy entering his body immediately drained away, making him a complete good-for-nothing.
On the day he was expelled from the sect, he discovered that every beating he took counted for something: the more it hurt, the tougher his body became.
He started acting cowardly, picking fights to get compensation, and lying flat while letting people beat him.
The sect leader’s daughter saw through him and brought him osmanthus cakes; an old mortal took pity on him and gave him half a bun; when an outer-sect steward tried to bully him, he smashed into the doorframe first.
The whole sect begged him to stop getting beaten up.
But Lu Chen knelt before Ye Baiyi, the foremost sword cultivator, and said:
“Senior, please cut me with your sword. I’m begging you on my knees.”
