Master, How Can We Practice Physical Education and Hit the Iron Every Day?

"Master, aren't we practicing physical education? Why don't we practice boxing and kicking instead of blacksmithing here every day?" "Fistes and kicks, that was the way your master used to be." Chen Yan, who had incomplete meridians and could not draw Qi, came to Polu Valley and thought he could learn the physical cultivation method of pushing the same realm. However, for three years, his master Yue Tinglu only taught him how to swing a hammer, listen to iron, and repair farm tools. Until powerful enemies from the Immortal Sect came to attack, the aging master tore open his flesh and blood, revealing a mechanical divine body that had been cultivated for two thousand years. "With two thousand years of practice, can you block this punch?" After one punch, the powerful enemy was wiped out, but the master's heart was on the verge of being broken. In order to save his master, Chen Yan had no choice but to use himself. While others were refining Qi and building foundations, he was tearing down bones, casting veins, inscribing formations, and building hearths; while others were refining magic weapons, he was hammering his own flesh and blood into the most ferocious divine weapon in the world. From a mechanical right arm to a path to heaven that even mortals can practice. Flesh and flesh are bitter and weak, but machinery is not the end. Those who dare to recast their destiny with their own hands are the true practitioners.