Body Forging to Sainthood: Starting with Iron Shirt

The founding emperor of Great Yong is old and frail, his judgment growing cloudier by the day.

Beyond its borders, demons eye the realm like hungry predators. Within, treachery brews behind palace walls.

Chen Zhuo closes his eyes and opens them again-only to find himself an unpaid runner at the very bottom of the Baiyun County government.

Born into poverty, he nevertheless possesses striking good looks-and that alone sows the seeds of disaster.

How can someone as insignificant as a blade of grass struggle to survive in this chaotic world?

Fortunately, he has a proficiency panel at his side. With its help, he can give every predator coveting him three stabs and six holes, then bury them in the dirt.

From [Iron Shirt] to [Primordial True Body], from [Lesser Heavenly Circuit Qi Circulation Art] to [Infinite Apertures of the Celestial Stars].

The martial path has nine realms. Only by perfecting one can a warrior ascend to the next.

But even after Chen Zhuo advances, every realm he has attained continues to expand without limit through his relentless, day-and-night grinding.

Others replace their blood once. He does it three hundred and sixty-five times.

Others open three hundred and sixty-five apertures. He opens a full ten thousand eight hundred.

Occasionally, Chen Zhuo wonders: Just how deep do the foundations of my cultivation run?

Then the demon lands are unsealed, and banished immortals return. With a casual backhand slash, he unleashes ninety thousand li of saber force, sending countless heads tumbling.

Chen Zhuo sheathes his saber and stands alone in the vast heavens.

"Tell me, demons and immortals beneath heaven-who dares throw my mortal world into chaos?"