My Meridians Are All Gone, My Ancestors Molded My Spine

In the whole world, everyone laughs at me as a good-for-nothing alcoholic who lives on a wisp of Hongmeng energy. The day the Holy Alliance killer kicked in the door, I was extremely drunk. They don't know that my broken body contains the three hundred years of sword pavilion's sharpness. If you snap your fingers today, even the gods will kneel down - wait, why are you running away? I'm really a waste!