After I Transmigrated, Did I Become the Greatest Martial Artist in the Cultivation World?

In his previous life, Zhou Chen hauled refrigerators, steel cabinets, and entire truckloads of building materials. He had strength to spare. But after transmigrating into the body of a mine laborer, he learns that immortal masters only care about spiritual roots. No matter how strong his body is, he’s nothing but a beast that can breathe. Then an overseer’s whip shatters his shoulder, and his flesh and blood remember the blow. The sledgehammers he endures temper his bones; the fire spells he withstands bake into his blood and qi; the sword energy that strikes him eventually becomes the fist he uses to break spells at close range. In the mine, he topples Qi Refining cultivators with his mortal body. During the sect trials, he drags his injured leg toward a prodigy skilled in long-range attacks. When the secret realm is contested, those once driven out of the mountain gate begin following in his footsteps. Zhou Chen doesn’t want the immortal sects to toss him a cultivation manual. With his battered body, he will forge a path from mortal body to spirit bones to battle physique, then ask those seated high above the clouds: Who decided that without spiritual roots, people are destined to be slaves for generations?