Transmigrating into a chaotic world of warring states and ruthless martial artists, Li Qing starts at the absolute bottom: a lowly blacksmith apprentice in a border army. Worse, he can see his own lifespan ticking away, and he is destined for an early grave.
But Li Qing has a secret. Every time he successfully strikes the anvil and forges a weapon, his lifespan increases.
[Ding! Successfully forged Mortal Grade Iron Halberd. Reward: 5 months of lifespan!]
While warlords scheme for temporary thrones and martial arts masters slaughter each other over scraps of legacy, Li Qing only wants to stay low-profile, strike hot iron, and live forever.
To survive the looming wars, Li Qing relies on his second secret: the ability to physically travel to the “Extreme Night World.” It is a frozen, sunless, post-apocalyptic realm where the rules of civilization have crumbled. But for Li Qing, it’s a paradise. Time flows three times faster there, giving him decades to secretly master lethal martial arts, tame a fierce tiger, and forge legendary weapons out of meteorite and Black Gold.
He is just a humble blacksmith. He doesn’t care about being the number one under heaven. But if any arrogant young master, corrupt official, or bloodthirsty warlord dares to interrupt his peaceful immortality… they will have to face a 300-pound war hammer and a man who has all the time in the world to grind his enemies to dust.
Cautious, Pragmatic Protagonist: A rational MC who hides his true strength (“playing the pig to eat the tiger”) and prefers outsmarting and out-preparing his enemies.
Crafting & Progression: Detailed forging mechanics. Watch the MC craft Top-Grade magical weapons and brew toxic elixirs to push his body beyond human limits.
No Harem / Romance Subplot: Focused purely on martial arts progression, survival, and the pursuit of eternity.
Brutal Action: When the hammer drops, it drops hard. Visceral and heavy-hitting combat.
Chapter 145: Storage Bag “I will ask you one last time,” Li Qing said, his voice dropping to a glacial chill. He lazily twirled the silver Youlong Dagger between his fingers. The casual, deadly grace of the movement left Xiang Fa with zero doubt: one wrong word, and the blade would sever his throat. “Where are you hiding your Cultivation techniques and Magical Artifacts?” “In… in my Storage Bag,” Xiang Fa squeezed out through gritted teeth. A Storage Bag? Li
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