I Suppress the Ages with My Flesh

On a snowy night, near death, an ancient jade burns hot. The world mocks my mortal bones, but I forge them into steel. I cultivate no golden core, refine no primordial spirit. With only a pair of iron fists, none dare stand before me. Many years later, they call me— Saint. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Suppress the Ages with My Flesh — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠