In a simulated life scenario, how do you defy fate and change your destiny every time?

The back mountain of Qingyun Sect.

Lu Yuan stood on a flat piece of ground, carefully reviewing the information in his mind.

[Fist Technique: Seven Injury Fist (Revised)]

The human body possesses two energies, Yin and Yang, and the five internal organs correspond precisely to the five elements. The so-called seven injuries refer to injuries to Qi, spirit, and the five internal organs.

This punch is incredibly powerful; a single strike contains seven different forces, injuring all seven and instantly causing severe damage to the enemy.

However, this fist technique is too powerful and fierce; only those who have achieved perfect physical training can practice it, otherwise they will surely suffer a backlash.

"So this is the real Seven Injury Fist?"

Lu Yuan said thoughtfully.

The Seven Injury Fist technique obtained by the Qingyun Sect was clearly missing a lot of key information, which is why they mistakenly believed that this fist technique was about injuring oneself before injuring others.

Under normal circumstances.

If they train like this, they will eventually suffer the backlash of the fist's force and die from their bodies exploding.

However, due to the fact that the true and false aspects of the Origin Holy Realm are reversed, they were able to successfully cultivate.

However, using fakes to create fakes will only lead you astray, causing you to stray further and further down this path of no return.

Lu Yuan, on the other hand, used his talent [Refining the False into the True] to directly see through illusion and point directly to the truth.

From this fake boxing manual, I obtained the complete true teachings of the Seven Injury Fist.

"Based on my previous simulation experience, when I turned sixteen, I would be sent to another place to manage the sect's businesses because I failed the sect's assessment."

"If you leave the sect, you will lose most of your cultivation resources, which is no different from being sentenced to death."

"Fortunately, there are still three months before the sect assessment, which is enough time for me to cultivate the Seven Injury Fist to perfection."

After a moment's thought, Lu Yuan immediately began practicing his boxing.

This time, when he practiced his boxing, he no longer needed to exert his strength to injure himself like before, causing himself excruciating pain.

After practicing the boxing routine, I felt refreshed and invigorated, and my whole body felt comfortable.

He felt a warm current rising from the depths of his body and flowing through his limbs, which greatly increased his strength.

"What amazing effects! This is indeed the true Seven Injury Fist Technique."

"At this rate of cultivation, I might be able to reach the late stage of Body Tempering before the sect's assessment!"

Lu Yuan exclaimed in delight.

When he used to practice the Seven Injury Fist, he was often tormented to the point of unbearable pain.

But now he can clearly sense that his strength is steadily improving.

The positive feedback from this improvement in strength is countless times more enjoyable than playing any game, turning the originally extremely painful process of practicing boxing into an unparalleled enjoyment!

"It's still early, we can practice the boxing techniques a few more times."

Lu Yuan practiced the Seven Injury Fist tirelessly, his movements becoming increasingly fluid and natural.

It wasn't until dawn that he hurriedly returned to the servant disciples' quarters, quickly washed up, changed into a clean set of clothes, and rushed to the sect's weapon-refining hall to get to work.

As a menial disciple, Lu Yuan was usually responsible for doing odd jobs in the weapon refining hall, such as moving goods and cleaning.

However, due to his lowly status, the outer disciples often treated him like a beast of burden, making his life extremely miserable.

"Where the hell have you been? Why are you so late today?"

"The Qingyun Sect doesn't tolerate idlers. If you're trying to slack off, get out of here right now!"

Before Lu Yuan even entered the door, a pale-faced man in yellow robes with an effeminate demeanor began to berate him in a hoarse voice.

This man, surnamed Wang, was the manager of the weapon-refining hall. He was capricious and would often find various reasons to deliberately make things difficult for the powerless and unconnected servants under his command.

Furthermore, he was apprenticed to an inner elder of the Qingyun Sect who was skilled in dual cultivation, and believed that replenishing one's yang energy through absorbing yang energy was the right path.

Half a month ago, seeing that Lu Yuan was handsome, she repeatedly asked to discuss the path of joint cultivation with him, but Lu Yuan sternly refused, and from then on the two became enemies.

"Manager Wang, I'm sorry, I overslept today and am a little late."

Despite feeling disgusted, Lu Yuan managed to force a smile.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

His current strength is too weak to be in direct conflict with.

It's not too late to settle this score when we're stronger in the future.

"How many times have I told you? The servants' quarters are too far from the weapon-refining hall. Why don't you move in with me?"

Manager Wang, who had been furious, suddenly smiled as he stared at Lu Yuan's handsome face, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Three months from now is the annual sect assessment. You have failed for two consecutive years. If you fail this time as well, you will be sent to another sect and never be able to return."

"If you agree to cultivate with me, I can help you reach the fifth level of Body Tempering within three months!"

"So, what do you think?"

Manager Wang used both threats and inducements.

In these chaotic times, bandits roam freely.

Only by joining a sect or a martial arts family can one possess a certain degree of self-protection.

If Lu Yuan is sent to an outside sect and can't even become a menial disciple, it's no different from being sentenced to death.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Steward Wang, but I would like to consider it further."

Lu Yuan suppressed his nausea and feigned compliance.

The world is full of crazy people; there are hardly any normal people.

If he refuses now, this person will definitely not let him go, and may even force himself on him.

Therefore, all he can do now is stall for time and improve his own strength as much as possible.

Hearing that Lu Yuan did not directly refuse, Manager Wang's eyes lit up, and his smile widened.

"One must be flexible in life. Give me an answer within half a month. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"Yes."

Lu Yuan responded respectfully, but a chilling killing intent flashed in his lowered eyes.

"Okay, you go and do your work first."

Manager Wang, with his fingers delicately poised, swayed his hips and left the place.

“Ah Yuan, being valued by Steward Wang means you can save at least thirty years of arduous cultivation. You must seize this opportunity.”

After the other party left.

A handyman disciple who was familiar with Lu Yuan immediately came over and winked at him.

This man had dark skin, a burly build, and incredibly strong muscles all over his body, like towering, bulging stones.

"Get lost, Zhao Tie! Why didn't you seize this opportunity?"

Lu Yuan said irritably.

"I would like to, but unfortunately I have practiced the Iron Bone Technique, making my body as hard as iron. Manager Wang doesn't even look at me."

Zhao Tie said with a helpless expression.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan glanced at Zhao Tie, who was as tough as an iron man, and didn't know how to respond.

In this world where martial arts are based on idealism, willpower is paramount.

Because everyone has a different understanding of martial arts techniques, the same martial art can often be interpreted in all sorts of strange and wonderful ways.

For example, the Iron Bone Kung Fu practiced by Zhao Tie.

Some practitioners believe that since the ancients believed in the principle of "you are what you eat" and "like cures like," then practicing Iron Bone Kung Fu naturally requires consuming copper and iron.

Therefore, the more steel they consume, the stronger their physique becomes.

However, if followers of the Fire God Cult were to practice this technique, they would believe that by tempering themselves with fire, they could achieve a state of being as tough as copper and as strong as iron.

Zhao Tie's cultivation method was to change his perception and believe from the bottom of his heart that he was an invincible iron man.

When he becomes a true iron man, then this skill will naturally be perfected.

"Zhao Tie, your will is not strong enough."

"An iron will is the only path to invincibility; why borrow the methods of others?"

"You are indecisive and hesitant. You have the form of Iron Bone, but not the spirit. That is why you have been unable to cultivate Iron Bone Skill to perfection."

Lu Yuan's expression turned solemn as he spoke in a serious tone.

Actually strictly speaking.

The Iron Bone Kung Fu training method that Li Tie devised was not entirely deviant. For example, there was a Zen master who did not speak for decades in order to practice silent meditation.

There are also reclusive experts who, in order to comprehend the laws of life and death, do not hesitate to turn themselves into corpses and lie in coffins for tens of thousands of years.

It is only because the world is in chaos, and truth and falsehood are reversed, that cultivators can perform all sorts of bizarre and incomprehensible acts of art.

really.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tie's expression changed drastically, as if he had suddenly realized something. He immediately clasped his hands together and bowed solemnly to Lu Yuan.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist. Your words are more valuable than a hundred years of studying."

"If I succeed in my cultivation, I will surely be richly rewarded in the future!"

"Alright, take your time to experience it. I'll go clean up first."

Lu Yuan waved his hand and began to deal with various trivial matters.

He didn't finish all the chores until it got dark.

When he was about to return to his residence, he found Zhao Tie standing motionless at the entrance of the weapon-refining hall.

"Zhao Tie, aren't you going home today?"

Lu Yuan asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Tie merely turned his head slightly and glanced at him expressionlessly.

He then turned his head and continued to stand in the same spot, as if he had become a statue, not even blinking.

"Did he take what I said seriously?"

Lu Yuan's expression was strange. He hadn't expected that Zhao Tie would actually do what he had just casually said.

Moreover, he could vaguely see it.

Zhao Tie’s body surface seemed to have a faint black iron light flowing around it, making his flesh and bones increasingly solid, and he was transforming into a true copper skin and iron bones!

"Is this the idealistic martial arts that can change the laws of reality with willpower? This world is indeed terrifyingly insane."

Lu Yuan shook his head, feeling utterly helpless.

Fortunately, he possessed the divine talent of "Refining the Fake into the Real," otherwise, if he had truly cultivated according to the rules of this world, he would probably have turned into a madman sooner or later.

Back to the residence.

After a long day of work, Lu Yuan hurriedly finished his meal, already exhausted.

However, the thought of Manager Wang's disgustingly suggestive gaze sent a chill down his spine. He forced himself to sit up and began practicing the Seven Injury Fist.

He was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers before he collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

However, he was worried that Steward Wang would use force against him during a night raid, so he did not sleep well that night and would often wake up suddenly from his dreams.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Lu Yuan yawned repeatedly, sporting dark circles under his eyes, and struggled to sit up in bed.

"This can't go on. I'm not a Spirit Sea Realm martial artist, so I can't go without eating, drinking, or sleeping. I still need plenty of sleep to recover my energy."

"If I can't sleep soundly every day, it will definitely seriously hinder my cultivation progress!"

Lu Yuan said with a gloomy expression.

Although the Qingyun Sect has strict rules and forbids internal strife among its disciples.

However, Lu Yuan was just a lowly servant disciple and had no presence within the Qingyun Sect.

This is why his parents died fighting for the sect and made a significant contribution, which is why Steward Wang was hesitant to act rashly against him.

Otherwise, if it were any other menial disciple, they would probably have already met a tragic end.

"Let's move to the back mountain for a while first, and then eliminate any future troubles once we reach the late stage of body tempering."

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and he came up with a temporary solution.

Followed by.

He mustered his strength, went to the back mountain to practice his boxing, and then dragged his tired body to the weapon-refining hall to work like a beast of burden.

However, before he even reached the weapon-refining hall, he found a large crowd gathered at the entrance, and the hoarse voice of Manager Wang could be heard from time to time.

"Zhao Tie, what's wrong with you?"

"You haven't finished a single task I assigned you yesterday. Do you still want to stay in this weapon-refining hall?"

No matter how much Manager Wang scolded and cursed, Zhao Tie remained unmoved and stood still in the same spot.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"

"Fine, fine, you really think I can't handle you?"

Under the watchful eyes of many servant disciples, Zhao Tie dared to openly ignore his words, which made Steward Wang so angry that he laughed and immediately struck out with a heavy palm.

Upon hearing the whistling sound of the palm strike, everyone's expression changed slightly.

Manager Wang is plotting to kill!

His palm strike was powerful and heavy, carrying immense force. If it were to hit, even a foot-thick piece of bluestone would be reduced to dust.

Zhao Tie was only at the fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm, so how could he possibly withstand this palm strike?
Some of the handyman disciples who were on good terms with Zhao Tie looked reluctant and quickly closed their eyes, unable to bear seeing Zhao Tie being smashed into a pulp.

But Zhao Tie didn't even look at the terrifying palm strike and remained standing in place.

"Boom!"

Manager Wang's palm struck Zhao Tie with lightning speed, but there was no scene of blood and foam flying everywhere.

Instead, a low, muffled thud was heard, as if it had been struck on a solid block of iron.

next moment.

A terrifying force of recoil emanated from Zhao Tie, causing Steward Wang to tremble violently and stagger backward dozens of steps before barely managing to stop himself.

In contrast, Zhao Tie stood tall and imposing, unmoved from his spot.

"How is this possible! He actually managed to hurt me?"

Manager Wang's hand was in excruciating pain, trembling uncontrollably. His face looked like he had seen a ghost, and he was utterly horrified.

You must know that he is a ninth-level Body Tempering expert, just one step away from entering the Spirit Sea Realm.

He had used all his strength in that palm strike just now.

Let alone Zhao Tie, who is only at the fourth level of Body Tempering, even a martial artist at the sixth level of Body Tempering would be severely injured.

But Zhao Tie not only blocked the palm strike with ease, but also injured him, which is too bizarre.

"Am I really unable to even handle a menial disciple?"

Enraged, Steward Wang lunged forward, ready to continue his attack on Zhao Tie.

"stop!"

But at that moment, a figure appeared like a ghost, instantly blocking Zhao Tie's path and casually slapping Manager Wang away.

"puff!"

Manager Wang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew backwards dozens of feet away like a kite with a broken string.

But when he got up from the ground and saw the old figure that had appeared out of nowhere, the resentment and anger on his face were instantly replaced by fear.

He immediately knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he said, "This unworthy disciple pays respects to Hall Master Zhou. Please, Hall Master, calm your anger."

"Disciple greets Hall Master Zhou!"

As for Lu Yuan and the other miscellaneous disciples, they were also frightened when they saw the old man. They quickly knelt down on one knee and clasped their hands in greeting.

Because this person was none other than Zhou Xiong, the head of the Weapon Forging Hall!

The Qingyun Sect has three peaks and five halls. Each hall master not only holds a high position and wields great power, but is also a Nirvana-level being.

Zhou Xiong has been in charge of the Weapon Refining Hall for over a thousand years, and his seniority is incredibly high. Not to mention other inner sect elders, even the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect has to give him some face.

for him.

Steward Wang, who usually flaunts his power in front of the servants, is actually nothing more than an ant that can be crushed at will!

"Indestructible, with an iron will, unmoved even if the sky collapses and the earth crumbles, this boy has grasped the true essence of Iron Bone Kung Fu."

Zhou Xiong ignored Steward Wang and instead looked intently at Zhao Tie, marveling at him with a strange look in his eyes.

"Although his path is different from mine, in the entire Qingyun Sect, he is the most suitable disciple to inherit my mantle in the past few hundred years."

"Young man, I am the head of the Weapon Forging Hall. Would you be willing to become my apprentice?"

Zhou Xiong's voice was loud and clear as he immediately asked the question. (End of Chapter)