Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the stone pillar was blasted apart by the punch, sending fragments flying everywhere.

It blasted a huge hole right through.

it is good!

Li Ping'an felt the powerful force of the punch and was overjoyed.

It seems my boxing skills have improved again!

So fast!

Very good, excellent.

He looked at the fierce wind from his punch and muttered to himself:

"From this day forward, I will call this set of fist techniques the Heaven-Forging Battle Fist."

"Forging Heaven Battle Fist..."

Li Ping'an murmured, quite satisfied with the name of this set of boxing techniques, and then performed it again in the courtyard.

He practiced again and again until he was completely exhausted before he finally stopped.

The sun sets, and night falls.

On the dimly lit mountaintop, several figures walked quickly by, their movements hurried.

Leading the group was Supervisor Wang, followed by two handyman disciples.

Manager Wang moved nimbly, his face full of pleasure; he couldn't wait to see Li Ping'an's miserable state.

The two disciples following behind him discussed:

"Hey, how's that old man Li Ping'an doing these days?"

"What's the situation? Needless to say, he's been half-dead from the poison gas we carefully prepared for him."

"I reckon they're probably dead by now."

"Hahaha! But do you think that old man might secretly hide those poisonous substances and then tell us he's done cleaning up?"

Don't worry!

Manager Wang sneered.

"If he dares to do that, I'll execute him on the spot in a heartbeat. Hmph, Li Ping'an, you'll be dead this time!"

Bang!

Supervisor Wang kicked open the door of the abandoned hall, strode into the courtyard, and shouted:

"Old Li, I'm here. How's the waste disposal going?"

He glanced triumphantly around the courtyard, as if he could already see Li Ping'an's miserable state.

However, he was stunned when he entered the next scene.

The boxes he had brought in that morning were now sitting perfectly in the yard, though the waste inside had been completely cleaned out.

How could that be?

He actually cleaned it all up?

Supervisor Wang and his two servant disciples behind him were filled with disbelief.

Just then, an old man dressed in a tattered hemp shirt slowly walked out from the courtyard. He was hunched over and coughing violently, as if he could not stand steadily.

This person is not Li Ping'an, so who is he?

"Manager Wang...you're here...I've finished cleaning up this box of waste."

Li Ping'an said respectfully.

Manager Wang's face immediately darkened. He looked Li Ping'an up and down, as if trying to find a flaw in him.

Then a smile suddenly appeared on his lips:

"Li Ping'an, what tricks are you going to pull next? I don't believe you can clean up this entire batch of materials by yourself!"

"Go search! See if that guy hid this junk somewhere."

"Yes, sir!"

The two disciples immediately began searching around the abandoned hall, turning over boxes and cabinets, trying to find the scrap materials that Li Ping'an had hidden.

However, despite their efforts, the two searched diligently and found nothing.

"Supervisor, we haven't found him."

One of the disciples said dejectedly.

Upon hearing this, the smug look on Manager Wang's face vanished instantly. His expression darkened, and he asked:

"I wonder if they really searched high and low?"

"We really searched high and low!"

Manager Wang was filled with resentment, but he also knew that this highly toxic waste could not be hidden, because a strong pungent smell could be detected even before one got close.

In other words, that old geezer really did clean up all the waste.

But how is that possible?

That waste material was impossible for even a normal person to clean up in a day, let alone an old man on his deathbed.

Damn it, what exactly happened in the middle of all this?

Manager Wang clenched his fists!

He was very unhappy that he hadn't witnessed Li Ping'an's tragic death.

In an instant, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Ahem!"

Li Ping'an suddenly started coughing violently. He leaned against a stone pillar, as if he could barely stand.

Then he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently.

He coughed so hard that his hands were covered in blood, indicating that he had been severely contaminated by the poison gas.

Seeing this, Manager Wang's furrowed brows relaxed a little.

"Looks like this box of scrap metal really took a toll on the old man today!"

"Get him two more boxes tomorrow, let's see if he's still alive."

Manager Wang thought to himself, then waved his hand and said:

"Let's go."

Then he kicked open the courtyard gate and strode out.

The two handyman disciples also glared fiercely at Li Ping'an before following him out.

"Don't die too soon, old man. There are still two boxes of scrap to clean up for you tomorrow."

After uttering those harsh words, the three men strode away.

Li Ping'an was still coughing more than 10 minutes after the three disappeared.

He coughed until he couldn't cough anymore before he finally stopped.

call!

Li Pingan stood up and let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems acting isn't so easy after all!

He had just coughed violently, so violently that his old face turned red, as if he were really injured.

But if we don't do this, how could Manager Wang possibly let it go?

Li Ping'an's expression turned cold. He needed to improve his strength quickly, otherwise Manager Wang would find another way to deal with him sooner or later!

At the same time, all the disciples who had been hiding inside the abandoned hall came out and looked at Li Ping'an with a worried expression, seeing his face flushed red.

"Old Li, why don't you take our advice and pack your things tonight and head down the mountain as soon as possible!"

"This place is truly a dangerous place. It's not worth losing your life for nothing."

Everyone sincerely advised them.

Li Ping'an waved his hand, his eyes resolute.

"There's no need for you all to try to persuade me anymore. My mind is made up. Even if I, Old Man Li, die, I will die in this ruined hall."

Hearing Li Ping'an utter such harsh words, everyone knew that they could no longer persuade him, and could only leave with a sigh, muttering: What a tragedy!

He left with a long sigh.

The next morning.

Suddenly, an extremely strong spiritual energy fluctuation burst forth from Li Ping'an's room!

Li Ping'an sat cross-legged on the bed, his cloudy eyes opened, and a beam of golden light shot out.

"I broke through! I broke through again!"

Li Ping'an murmured to himself, his tone filled with joy.

After a night of cultivation, he successfully transformed all the potent toxins he had absorbed the previous day into spiritual energy.

Successfully broken through to the seventh level of Body Tempering!

Their skills have improved once again.

Li Ping'an threw a punch into the air, which immediately produced a series of whooshing sounds.

He contentedly retracted his fist, preparing to breathe deeply and circulate his spiritual energy throughout his body.

boom!

The door was kicked open with a bang, and it was Manager Wang again, accompanied by two lackeys.