Heir to the Martial Arts World: From the Start, I Don't Cry, Death God

“This Evil-Warding Sword Manual is garbage. It's been circulating around the martial world in dozens of versions, but nobody's ever managed to master it.” Gu Jiu: “That's because you haven't castrated yourself.” “The Six Meridians Divine Sword is impossible to learn. I practiced it and not only failed to summon a divine sword, but two of my six meridians became blocked. I'm crippled.” Gu Jiu: “You're ugly, and you don't have a bunch of younger sisters who all like you at once. You thought you could learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword?” “The kind old chieftain forced his men to practice this Cloud-Rowing Palm for nearly half a year. More than ten of his beloved brothers and sisters died from exhaustion, and they made no progress at all. It's fake, a total fake!” Gu Jiu: “You don't even have a noodle-shaped head, and you haven't found a waterfall. How do you expect to row the clouds?” “Turns out City Lord Zhao's Innate Body-Breaking Sword Qi was a bluff. It looked impressive, but he couldn't even pierce his enemy's skin before he was cut down at the crotch!” Gu Jiu: “Could it be you didn't absorb any death energy?” … Peerless martial arts from movies and novels in his previous life had scattered across the martial world, only to become fake manuals and phony techniques scorned by everyone. Gu Jiu, a transmigrator with years of experience watching martial arts movies and reading novels and comics, knew it was time to prove that the stories in those movies and books weren't lies. “Fake? You could castrate yourself and still fail. These are genuine divine arts. Look, I just do this and this, and I've mastered them.” “You can't do it because you're not smart enough.” “Don't be so rude. Take it up with my max-level divine arts!”