No System + starting out as a good-for-nothing + no fighting enemies across major realms + one male and one female lead + playing it safe
No spiritual roots? Then I’ll toughen my bones.
Can’t catch up to the immortals? Then I’ll punch my own way forward.
Twenty-two years as an ordinary mortal, three years hunting wolves in the wasteland, and one punch to flatten a Foundation Establishment demon king.
Master said, “You can’t make it as a body cultivator just by taking beatings.”
Yu Bubei said, “Then I’ll take a few more.”
A mortal’s tale of body cultivation, with no golden finger, just two fists that refuse to break.
Just two unbroken fists, and the words he repeats:
“Wait for me, little sister. Wait for me, brother.”
The path to immortality is nowhere to be found; in a moment, the cocoon breaks and the butterfly emerges.
The kindness of old friends still weighs on my heart, but now those from the past have returned to the heavens as spirits.
Come on, old self