From a Soulless Body to the Master of Creation

I, Bai Siman, have an extremely spiritual body and am a useless piece of material. I stayed in the Qingyun Weapon Refining Sect for three years, failed the exam twice, and just got out the last time. Everyone said that a person who doesn't even have a sense of Qi still wants to refine weapons? Dream. Until that crazy beggar transcended the tribulation and ascended. He threw me a black hammer and said it was "food money"—— In exchange for three hundred and seventy-two steamed buns. There is a tool spirit who calls himself "Old Iron" living in the hammer. The first sentence he said when he opened his mouth made me stupid: "A body of extraordinary spirits? Fart. You call this a divine body of creation." "Born to be able to sense the power of creation, each time a weapon is successfully refined, it will become stronger - this kind of physique was the weapon-refining genius that all major forces competed for in ancient times." "It's just that the cultivation method has been lost." "But you're lucky - I just have a set in hand." From that day on, I began to use a power weapon that no one had ever seen before. One month later, the sect conducted the assessment. I would like to see, when the useless disciple they call walks up to the examination stage, Who dares to laugh? Three hundred and seventy-two steamed buns are exchanged for one of the strongest weapon refiners in the world. This hammer will smash not only the stubborn rocks, but also the faces of all those who look down on me.