Heaven's White Crane

"Master Ouyang, please smith a divine weapon for me!"
"Master Ouyang, you're the only person who can forge a weapon with seven attributes. Please make my dream come true!"
"Master Ouyang, could you..."
"Ouyang my *ss! My surname is Ou!"
Ou Yangming was an orphan who was adopted by a reputable old blacksmith from a military camp. After working as a helper under the old man for years, he was given a chance to acquire the Military Fire—a trait allowing him to smith and restore equipment with the Military Fire produced from his hands.
Gifted with mental power, Ou Yangming controlled his Military Fire unusually well and was also strangely talented in martial arts. On top of it, he could also attach Unique Attributes into weapons with a hundred-percent success rate. Those who belittled Ou Yangming because of his background and age eventually honored him so much that they would do anything to get their hands on his equipment.
Little did Ou Yangming know that as he slowly unfolded the mysteries of the Military Fire and his mental power, he was advancing step by step on the immortal path to Heaven!

Immortal Path to Heaven

The world collapsed, and space shattered.

"Explode!" Ou Yangming uttered coldly when the exploding arrow was 33 meters away from Long Chen.

Long Chen dared to threaten him with the people related to him, hence he had to die. A dragon had inverse scales and would be furious if anyone touched them. Ou Yangming's inverse scales were his close ones. As long as someone thought about harming his close ones, no matter how high or low the person's status was, he would not be merciful. He would not hesitate to slaughter gods and kill immortals, and he would kill those who had such a thought.

This was Ou Yangming. He would do anything for his close ones.

As his voice echoed, the explosive arrow seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force. It turned red, and a violent force spread out.

Big Yellow and Lil' Red quickly took out their Life-saving Suits. They looked at Long Chen with pity in their eyes.

Old Institutions Die Hard