I'm a Sword Cultivator, So What's with This God-Tier Body Refinement?

Transmigrated, orphaned, and mediocrely talented, Zhou Yang figured he had the three essentials of a protagonist. He waited over a decade for his golden finger, but nothing came.

At long last, the Sword Sect lowered its requirements for servant disciples to an all-time low, and he got in. Then his golden finger finally arrived, except it seemed to have a few billion problems.

[Quest 1: The way of body tempering demands that you endure what ordinary people cannot. Enter the sect's Cold Pool of Body Tempering and temper your body for one hour.]

...First of all, this is the Sword Sect. We practice sword cultivation, okay? And the vast Sword Sect has a Sword Mound, a Sword Pool, and Sword Peaks. Where did this Cold Pool of Body Tempering come from?

[Quest 2: As a newcomer to the sect, you yearn deeply for the way of body tempering. The pure physical clashes between bodies especially make your blood boil. Go enthusiastically spar with your senior sister.]

Wait a minute, I'm not interested in body tempering. I'm a man who wants to become a Sword Saint. With no women in my heart, my sword becomes divine! Senior sisters and junior sisters? I'll cut them down with one stroke.

[Quest 3: Having made some progress in the way of body tempering, you have become the sect's strongest disciple. Next, strive to become the sect leader.]

System, shut up... No, stop... Just give it a rest!

Hold on, can a waterfall count as a Cold Pool of Body Tempering?

Wait, can getting knocked down count as an enthusiastic spar?

Um, it's perfectly normal for the Sword Sect leader to be amazing at body tempering, right?

This book is also known as "How I Practiced Swordsmanship and Ended Up with an Imperishable Saintly Body," "I'm a Sword Sect Disciple, So How Did I Become a Body Saint?" "This Sword Cultivator Is Clearly Overpowered, Yet Way Too Tough to Beat Up," and "The Sect Told Me to Practice the Sword, but I Chose Defense Instead."