A Pile of Scrap Metal

On the day of the spirit testing, the stone did not light up. The deacon glanced at me: "Pseudo spiritual roots." I was assigned to be a handyman. Chopping firewood, carrying water, cleaning animal dung. Some people asked me to drink wine, others asked me to shine their shoes. I did everything. Three months later, I had an extra furnace inside me. It tells me: Everything in the world can be included. After collecting it, put it into the furnace and merge it into one furnace. Rubbish technique? Throw it in. The enemy's moves? Recorded on the spot. Do different systems of exercises conflict with each other? The furnace doesn't care about this. It is only responsible for eliminating the waste and retaining the essence, and forging something unprecedented. I threw four discarded introductory exercises for handymen into the furnace and developed a breath-taking technique that was twelve times more efficient than before. I threw the enemy's sword skills, palm skills, and body skills into the furnace, and developed the unique skill of causing multiple injuries with one sword. I threw the control of spiritual roots, the principles of talismans, and the secrets of swordsmanship into the furnace—— They call me scrap metal. My name is Rong Weiyi.