While Others Are Cultivating Immortals, I Will Give Them Their Skills to the End.

Shang Jianchuan, a handyman at the Sutra Pavilion of the Baoque Sect, was born with leaky meridians, and his spiritual energy would be exhausted when he practiced any technique. No one knew that he could hear the voice of the incomplete Kung Fu before he died. The charred Jianjue begged him to retrieve his master's bones, and the half-broken body wanted to see his hometown again. The body-refining technique that had been covered in dust for hundreds of years kept crying out for injustice, saying that he had never been an evil deed. As long as their last wishes are fulfilled, Shang Jianchuan can get the true inheritance of the technique. It wasn't until the eve of the sect's assessment that the ancestral method of suppressing the sect, which had been dormant for three hundred years, suddenly woke up: "Three days later, everyone in the Baoku sect will die."