You Cultivate Immortality While I Straighten Bones

Shen Xuan, the master of orthopedics, died on the 999th operating table. When he opened his eyes again, he became a water-carrying handyman in the Qingming Sect who was sentenced to "Nine Grade Waste Bones". Born with incomplete bones and long tendons, Gu Xiangge touched his bones and shook his head: Bones are useless and cannot be changed, so just accept your fate. But he touched his crooked collarbone. What's crooked can be straightened. Short ones can be stretched. What is broken can be reconnected. There is no system, no grandfather, just a pair of hands and the Encyclopedia of Modern Orthopedics in my head. The Bones Pavilion said he was a waste of bones? He cut off bones, grafted bones, and reshaped his skeleton on the spot, changing it into a sky bone. Genius with broken bones? He picked up. Disciple of useless bones? He transformed into Sky Bone. "I'm not a genius. I can make everyone become a genius." It wasn't until Bone Xiang Pavilion took off the "demon" hat that he understood - it was never the bones that he changed, but the foundation of this immortal sect that relies on bones to distinguish noble from humble.