Mortal Bones Tread on the Path to Immortality: the Clay Body Dares to Break the Path of the Genius of the Aristocratic Family

After eight years as a handyman and three years as a core worker, he thought he could knock on the door to the Immortal Path with the Splitting Wind Stick. However, at the last moment of the sect competition, he was tricked into having his leg pierced and he became the laughingstock of the whole mountain. His quota was snatched away, his training room was snatched away, and even the handyman in charge of Sasao dared to spit in his face: "Is this trash from Yeluzi worthy of competing for the Sword Immortal Pavilion?" On the cold night when he was about to die, he clutched the blood-stained black stick and dug his knuckles into the mud. Why can the elder's nephew occupy resources and survive, and why can his opportunistic tricks crush eight years of hard work? From the muddy wooden house in Wuliang Mountain to the pinnacle where thousands of sects in the Dao realm look up to, this is the legendary path of cultivating immortality in the spiritual realm that a handyman disciple fought through with his unyielding bones and blood.