At the Age of Ninety-Four, He Began to Master Martial Arts.

In the 19th year of the Republic of China, the warships of the West Luo Kingdom docked at the port, and Golden Port changed owners. The city's gentry lined the streets to greet him, and the Tu emperor, who had been in power for a while, died at the same moment. Traveling through this life for eighty-seven years, from a seven-year-old child to a ninety-four-year-old decrepit. Wang Daoji didn't wait for the system, he didn't wait for the adventure, he only waited for the mourning hall and the white curtain. At the moment of death, [Ku Rong Ni Lu] finally awakened. Use the dryness of others to strengthen your own glory! From then on, the decline of living beings, the gathering of monsters, the destruction of families, the collapse of dynasties, all the decline and death in this world have become the fuel of martial arts on the road to the ultimate heaven! From Little Arhat Fist to Crouching Tiger Arhat Kung, from Xingyi Fist to Xingyi Hunyuan Kung. The basic boxing skills that others discarded like worn-out shoes returned to their origins and advanced step by step in his hands; the realm of a master that was unattainable to ordinary people for hundreds of years was only a few points of exhaustion in him. Foreigners are sharpening their fists, wealthy families are passing swords, and demons are at their side. Wang Daoji dusted off his gown: Why are you panicking? I am only ninety-four years old, which is the age to make a career!