Do You Like a Martial God with Twelve Lives a Day?

Su Yunyao is reborn in a high-martial-arts world with the Twelve Labors of Hercules and the Zero-Time Migraine, giving rise to a whole new kind of oddball.

Senior Brother: “Junior Brother, your Needle-Forging Art is excruciating to practice, and you could easily explode and die. It takes the perseverance to wear away stone with drops of water. How are you progressing so quickly?”

Su Yunyao: “Keep blowing myself up and my resistance to getting pierced just keeps stacking.”

Senior Sister: “Junior Brother, your body is strong enough to move mountains and lift cauldrons, as tough as diamond, and you can fight all night without stopping. I’m quite delighted. What divine art or special constitution do you have?”

Su Yunyao: “Kids, I’m just incredibly potent.”

Master: “Yunyao, since you study the Dao of alchemy alongside the cultivation of magic, you must uphold the righteous path. How can you spend every day researching viciously potent medicinal properties and demonic pills so powerful they make you explode?”

Su Yunyao: “The medicine boosts my strength, so I win once. Then I explode and die, so I win again.”

Courtesan: “My lord, why are you always full of vigor again at exactly the first quarter of midnight?”

Su Yunyao: “I’m just tired, not impotent!”