Becoming a martial arts god starting from the mortician.

Shen Qi was born with a short lifespan. Like his father, he suffered from a family ailment where no one lived past thirty. Neighbors called him a consumptive, the pharmacist said he wouldn't live past twenty-five, and his fellow morticians laughed, "What's the use of being so skilled at preparing bodies for others? Can you even use it yourself?" Only Shen Qi knew—he possessed a pair of life-binding eyes, able to see the life threads in everyone. These life threads were the outward manifestation of a person's destiny; their length and color alone could roughly reveal a person's life. On every corpse he handled, he could seize the remaining life threads, weaving them, strand by strand, into his own fate. He endured the ridicule of others. He accepted the drain on his savings for medical treatment. Three years. Five years. Seven years. The consumptive transformed into a robust young man. His life threads, initially a quarter the length of an ordinary person's, gradually grew to be indistinguishable from those of a normal person. He thought he was about to win. Until that day, a special corpse was placed on his mortuary. Shen Qi activated his Divine Eyes. The life threads weren't the usual grayish-white color. His life threads were as solid as steel cables, as red as flames, far stronger than ordinary people's. Only then did he realize that there was another kind of person in this world called a "martial artist." And the ultimate martial artist could reach the divine. Shen Qi watched the slowly dissipating light on the bright red life threads and licked his lips. He had become greedy again.