Chen Mo was an ordinary commoner in a mountain village amid the chaos of war. He had no sect, no patron, and no spiritual roots. His only family were his lame father and frail younger sister. During a famine, a local tyrant broke his father's leg in front of everyone, dragged his sister away to settle a debt, and slapped Chen Mo into an earthen wall.
That night, a piece of ancestral beast hide branded his chest with a mark: the Longevity Body-Tempering Compendium had awakened.
He practiced no inner arts, cultivated no true qi, and pursued neither golden cores nor nascent souls. He trained only in standing meditation, breathing exercises, smithing, and carrying water. Starting with the simplest health-preserving techniques, he forged his frail body into iron through the repeated hum of his bones and sinews.
An iron-palm martial artist struck him, and three fingers shattered. An inner-power master attacked from afar, but the force of his punch left only a faint red mark on Chen Mo's chest. Mountain ghosts and monsters came close and were burned to wisps of smoke by his surging vital energy. A powerful cultivator's magic treasure blasted him, raising only a shower of sparks.
When martial arts masters asked who had taught him, he said no one had: he had hammered it out at the forge. When cultivators asked what Dao he practiced, he said he practiced no Dao, only the tempering of flesh and blood.
From the mountain village to the town, from the county seat to the prefecture, from the mortal world to the dark lands of the ghosts, the world peeled back layer by layer. Chen Mo held to one belief: survive, endure, and smash with a single punch anyone who tried to take anything from him.
Years piled up, and ten thousand hammer blows tempered his body. When the immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons looked down on all living beings from the top of their cage, they would never have imagined that the ordinary man who began with health-preserving exercises in a mountain village was using the simplest methods to step by step approach the throne of sainthood through the flesh.
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