One Stroke Measures the Sky

Everyone in the Cangwu Sect knew that there was a handyman in the Zhuyi Hall named Chen Zhusheng, who was sixteen years old and as thin as a bamboo pole. Actual measurement on the soul-measuring monument: The third level of Qi refining is the capital of the next level. There is only one rule in Zhuyitang - you are not allowed to fight back when you are beaten. He was beaten every day and never fought back. The entire sect regarded him as a useless person with no temper, no ability, and no hope. No one knew that the bamboo pole in his hand already weighed three thousand kilograms. Thirty thousand years ago, the practice of physical cultivation was wiped clean from the history books. The physical training technique of using the body as an anvil, using pain as a hammer, and being able to condense liquid only after being hit. Now he is the only one left to do it - the stronger the person who hits him, the faster he condenses. Therefore, all the geniuses in the sect are his whetstone. Later, the sect leaders of the Jiuyao sects came to the door holding heavy treasures and begged him to take action, but he just poked the bamboo pole into the ground: "Don't hit it too lightly."