《The Legendary Iron Body Technique》 The Beginning of "The Legendary Iron Body Technique" In this world it was eat or be eaten. Eithan knew this. He knew that in this world there were the weak and there were the strong, and in this dog-eat-dog world in which he lived the strong always came out on top. In this world it is better to be strong than to be weak, Eithan thought. If only I wasn''t so weak! If only I was strong instead! But Eithan was weak. Eithan was fat, slow, and stupid. Eithan was beaten by everyone: by powerful cultivators, by bigger children, by his parents, by cats. The other children at school would make him perform animal imitations, usually the pig. If I ever get the chance to be powerful I''ll take it, Eithan thought. I''ll never get that chance because my cultivation is weak and I am just a humble trash[sic] without a clan or a sect or a master or a lineage or even just plain old superior genetics, but if I ever see a path to power I swear to myself that I will take it.[1] The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Eithan thought: after a childhood of humiliation that will soon be an adulthood of humiliation I believe that power is an unalloyed good no matter the cost. [1]"It" referring here to power, power that young Eithan lacked, power that young Eithan vowed to pursue at all costs. An Alternate Beginning to “The Legendary Iron Body Technique” Fire and violence were not uncommon. Eithan never forgot the apprentice of the Shining Demon Foot sect[1] who made an obscene gesture to an adept of the Seven Fists Demon clan[2], or the hot oil, or plastic flesh remolding over bone. As a child Eithan used to sneak into the teahouse where cultivators gathered. The beams of the teahouse were made of thick old wood that unlike the inhabitants did not easily burn. If in the course of a fight a brazier was bumped or a lamp was spilled and smoke began to spread the crowd would stampede to the exit. Eithan was caught in one of these crushes. The panic, the scent, the suffocation and pressure, the sight of a Lesser Celestial[3] tearing through the crowd in order to reach the door first -- those too he never forgot. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.
[1] Repeated applications of Lesser Heavenly Pearl* powder onto small cuts leads to the creation of a rough layer under the epidermis, primarily calcium, an ersatz bone * Only found in a certain oyster living in the depths of the warm north seas, huddled around the nutrients and oxygen that spew from metal stomata on the ocean floor. To create light in this dark certain creatures use a small bioelectric arc; when they encounter one of these bubbles there is a detonation that in unwary divers ruptures organs, cracks bone. [2] For anatomical reasons sworn enemies of the Shining Foot sect. The name comes from the seven clan elders; the clan itself has only one punch. [3] Below Lower Greater Celestials, above Higher Least Celestials Old Man III He????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? stamped the old man''s skull like a coin, soft bullion plated with bone.????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Teahouse I The teahouse is ninety-nine stories high, each story larger than the last, and where the first floor can hold maybe two hundred cultivators the last is so large it cannot be seen. On the first floor during cold winters warming fires are built from scraps chopped from the bare wooden floor. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. On the second floor there are tables and chairs of old cracked plastic. On the third floor there are braziers made from repurposed oil drums. On the seventh floor -- oak! Various Comments on the Legendary Iron Body Technique ? Wow! What a body! It''s almost like he''s made of iron! ? Even as a journeyman of the Shining Cane sect[1] I don''t think I could defeat him. ? I met him once, and I can''t say he had much of a personality. He was more passive -- almost feminine -- than I expected. But what physique! ? Well it''s not that impressive. Anyone could achieve what he''s achieved with the power of the Legendary Iron Body Technique. In fact I''d go so far as to say that the Legendary Iron Body Technique is wasted on him, a useless trash[sic]. If only it was given to a man truly powerful and talented! -- me, for instance, the son of the leader of the Sect of the Nova Fist[2], a handsome, rich, talented, and exquisitely powerful cultivator. In fact -- to prove my superior strength and thus superior worth both as a cultivator and as a man I think I will challenge him to a little fight right now! The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ? My god that man is being destroyed! Destroyed by the might of the Legendary Iron Body Technique! ? Gack!
[1] Heavy pigiron* handles, carefully cast, elaborately gilded. After each fight they must be recast and gilded again. A very poor sect, and a great favorite of the artisans. * A trash[sic] metal, precursor to steel; brittle and weak, useless and cheap. [2] A lame and uninteresting sect. Delusions of grandeur. Only in the early stages of the story. A weak foil only. An Alternate Title for “The Legendary Iron Body Technique” After Being Given the Legendary Cheat Technique ?Iron Body?, I, Formerly A Weak Trash[sic], Set Out to Prove That I''m the Strongest!!??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. Battle I The Nova Fist sect goon threw a punch but Eithan dodged the punch that the goon from the Nova Fist sect threw and retaliated (at the goon) with a punch of his own that caught him[1] on the cheek and, since by this point in the story Eithan had the Legendary Iron Body Technique, threw him across the room. At this point another young master from the Nova Fist sect noticed that the first young master from the sect of the Nova Fist was being destroyed by the might of the Legendary Iron Body Technique and, pulling out his medium-rarity scorpion gland treasure, shot a blast of poison qi at Eithan. But because Eithan had the mighty Legendary Iron Technique the poison qi splashed off and sickened and killed all but one[2] of the loitering members of the Platinum Leg clan[3], who were all weaker than Eithan and the young master from the sect of the Nova Fist. Then Eithan saw the Nova Fist sect''s young master (the one who had deployed the scorpion poison gland that was ineffective against the might of the Legendary Iron Body Technique) and ran over to him, creating a gust of wind that blew lesser cultivators into the rafters of the twelfth floor of the teahouse, and punched him in his face. This created a burst of air and smoke[4] that blew the young master of the sect of the Nova Fist through the walls of the twelfth floor of the teahouse and out over the outskirts of the city. If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Eithan turned to look at the wreckage. Wow!, he thought to himself, astoundedly. Is this the true might of the Legendary Iron Body Technique?
[1] Translators Note -- the goon from the Nova Fist sect [2] The last died of organ failure three days later. [3] Only platinum coated, and only on the legs; perhaps they would have survived if they were the Platinum Torso clan instead, ha ha ha! [4] This doesn''t make much sense now but it''ll look really cool once it''s animated. The Tea The tea flows from the top, from some mystical pot. It gives strength, increases qi[1], fortifies the spirit, makes a man. The immortals who need the least get the most, at the source, but as it trickles down through holes drilled in the floorboards and down through troughs made first of marble and limestone and then concrete and wood and finally through small channels carved into the boards of the floor it becomes polluted with blood and piss, spit and shit. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it
[1] Essential to a cultivator: an exotic energy, vague and inscrutable, the source of power and strength An Ancient Fragment on the Legendary Iron Body Technique But worst of all were the iron bodies, the hideous ?cy-borgs?: the ultimate lapdogs of the Old Men, their flesh and bones hollowed out by the Old Men''s ?nano-machines? . . . they lived a pathetic life, their purpose pointless, their issue sterile, and over the course of their years as they blocked the bullets meant for the Old Men and killed any who challenged the Old Men''s power they grew stressed and weakened until finally they broke and smashed themselves and each other and any around them or -- worse -- lived endlessly on, until they were worth nothing more than that material from which they had been made. But then after all what could they expect: iron cannot be worked endlessly; it stretches, it strains; it loses shape; it grows weak; it finally fails. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. A Note From the Author[1] ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????[1] (C. M. Wren) ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.[2] (The author) Old Man I That night Eithan''s face had been worked into a pile of slag. He went out into the city to look for the old man. Cold dust on tacky blood on feet and calves. The old man was laying in the alleyway, the paws of the dog alcohol heavy on his shoulders, its snout in his skull. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. At the old man''s shack -- his hand moved -- springloaded grip -- metallically menacing -- will of steel.... Mysterious equipment scattered about: jarred lightning, gray dust, a hissing metal coffin. The old man smiled: ? Do you want power, boy? User Reviews of “The Legendary Iron Body Technique”[1] ? this might be the best book i have ever read. this is better than most serious published books by serious published authors, and you''re just giving it away for free! ? I love that we can see Eithan grow -- actually grow -- over the course of the story ... he doesn''t just stay a weak trash[1] forever! this is one of the best to ever do it! ? why didnt eithan just inject his poppy seed drug when he encountered the nightmare . I think eithan should have used the poppy seed drug and then he wouldnt have had to fight the nightmare he would have won If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ? Wow. Wow, wow. Just, wow. What can I say to such a fantastic series?? Every part of this -- from the writing, to the characters, to the story, to the worldbuilding -- is just top notch. This sets a new bar for fiction in my book (ha ha!). ? this plot is very good. i really liked this because i thought the plot was really good and i really liked the cahracter of ethan ? Typo: He had nevar seen her drunk before should be never
[1] [sic] Harem/Slave The Bronze Mirror One day the circus came to town and set up on the dusty outskirts of the town among the hovels of those who had no cultivation, who had nothing. In one of many bright tents there stood a mirror made of polished bronze. Eithan paid a copper piece and stood in front of the dim mirror and admired his body. It was a hard good body grown over the original. When he changed position he could feel his bones and muscles shift inside until they made contact with the shell, pressed gently into it, made it move. When he breathed deeply he could feel his lungs press against his chest. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. In front of the bronze mirror Eithan admired his body as he stood. Each muscle group had been carefully molded into place, his buttocks brazed, his cock stiffened. Naked he no longer felt breeze across his skin. Standing in front of the mirror Eithan was proud of his iron body; there, in front of the bronze mirror, standing, Eithan was proud of his iron life. Hiatus "The Legendary Iron Body Technique[1]" is on hiatus this week. There will be no "The Legendary Iron Body Technique[1]" published right now. Because of the hiatus. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
[1] Also known as After Being Given the Legendary Cheat Technique ?Iron Body?, I, Formerly A Weak Trash[sic], Set out to Prove that I''m the Strongest!! Sex With the Legendary Iron Body Like dropping soft cheese on sweet lead pipe.?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Items/Inventory Whoever could have guessed that the very first item Eithan acquired C- the item he chose from the Hall of Lesser Sacred Treasures for winning the Annual Tournament of Orphans, Losers, and Cripples C- an item like a small pigs bladder with two pin eyes and four padded feet -- would be the legendary ?Sea Pig?, capable of leveling up alongside Eithan at every turn? Later after Eithan had finished murdering most of the elders he returned to the Lesser Sacred Treasures Hall and found only nicked swords, watered potions, mach shields, cheap jewels, limp staffs: useless gewgaws, common trash[sic]. Lucky Eithan! To purify his cultivation base Eithan first consumed several fruits and berries grown wild on trees outside the town where the wild beasts dwell; a swipe from the feral ghost bore or the million fire bees would have downed young Eithan in an instant. After that came the legendary fat carp, stolen from the gigantic cistern on the twenty-seventh floor to the disgust of cultivators everywhere, and then holy beef from sacred cattle, and long noodles made by a master to encourage length everywhere, and a mysterious white powder from a faroff land, predigested, rectally consumed, and unspeakable flesh which Eithan should not have eaten but did. And also the fabled 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000-year-old ginseng. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. There were also the potions: the potion of lesser invisibility, the potion of greater invisibility, the potion of moderate invisibility, the potion of visibility (used to counter the effects of the aforementioned invisibility potions in enemies and self, very rare), the potion of inner fire, red potions like the blood of the heart, blue potions like the dead blood of the fist, engorging potions, deflating potions, flaccid potions, thickened potions, potions of an evil viscosity, potions of evil, potions of good, potions of less, potions of more. Potions of power, potions of grace. If Eithan had sold all of these potions he would have had enough gold, silver, platinum, copper, and mithril to buy ten castles and a few hundred thousand more slaves. Eventually he acquired a set of alchemical glassware and an enchanted textbook that injected the requisite knowledge into his mind eliding the need for effort, practice, or skill. Then Eithan could make expensive and rare potions whenever he needed money, for more slaves or more wives. Teahouse II On the twenty-first floor they roast chestnuts and cook sweetmeats in large copper bowls. On the thirty-fifth floor the toilets are made of thin steel enameled in green, in white, in purple.... Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. On the thirty-sixth floor the urinal troughs are wrought copper, exquisitely verdigrised. On the fifty-sixth floor there are only beams: of cedar, of oak, of teak, of a million little scraps of wood laminated together, iron and strong.?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Old Man II Whenever he was hired to braze a bowl or mend a pot the old man would become sullen. Why must I -- a man who has dedicated his life to penetrating the secrets of living metal -- the greatest of the technologies developed by the Old Men[1] -- be forced by my dire circumstances to this dull work? Finally in Eithan dumb metal worth shaping. The old man forced into Eithan a gray slick sludge. The old man injected into Eithan the old mens hideous ?nano-machines?, that crawled around in his blood and caused great pain. The old man lay into the hissing metal coffin Eithan, and as it spun and steamed Eithan screamed as the sludge and the machines were drawn out from his guts into macerated muscle and softened bone. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. But still Eithan came back again and again, and again, and again, and in the course of the years his skin boiled off and flaked away and what was left beneath became as like a thick ingot. And then the hydraulic press was brought out, and also the powders of silicone--.
[1] Not the same as the old man -- a different group -- long dead -- the original users of the Legendary Iron Body Technique, the hideous ?cy-borgs?, were their lapdogs. Battle II ? He must be stopped! ?The Poison Stone?-- ?The Cursed Tsunami of Old Jilin?-- This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. ?The Doom of San Marino?-- ?The Black-Powder Switch?-- ?The Forest Elders Bright Right Hand?-- ?Two Small Pieces of Amber?-- --but in the end they were all no match for the might of the Legendary Iron Body Technique. Metal Fatigue What had happened to his arms? -- why had they smoothed -- where was the definition -- where was the size -- where was the strength? What had happened to his iron mind, once so resolute, now reduced to weeping at irregular intervals -- at what? At the sight of dead kittens in a bag, washed up on a riverbank? At the sight of a member of the Demon Path of the Electric Whip[1] flogging the back of a young member of the Heavenly Demon Club clan[2] for an offense an elder had committed, but did not wish to suffer for? At the sight of a woman undressed, and pretending to smile? What had happened to his cock, once so proud, softened etched and worn over the course of a thousand baths of acid? Where did this weakness come from? Had not the impurities been removed in the forge? But then where did this weakness come from? Had there always been a vein of it running through him? Where did this weakness, where did this decay, where did this senility come from? In a man with an iron body, a man of only twenty-seven? Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
[1] --too obvious-- [2] It was never specified -- what was heavenly about the clubs? What, I wonder, made them blessed? Teahouse III On the seventieth floor there are teak trees, lemon trees, eucalyptus trees and cypress trees; on the seventieth floor there are swamps littered with banyan trees, and cedar trees on the coast; on the seventieth floor there are eight hundred and fifty billion trees; on the seventieth floor there are more trees than there will ever be men. On the eighty-first floor there are six billion mirrors, and six billion diamonds, and there are more reflections than both combined. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. On the eighty-eighth floor there is an ancient iron ship larger than a house, larger certainly than the teahouse, loaded with ancient steel crates; now it is rusted, now it will never float. On the ninety-second floor there is ocean, and on the ninety-third floor there is not. On the One Hundredth Floor of the Teahouse A string of ribbons fluttering over void--??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. The End of “The Legendary Iron Body Technique” Fire in the teahouse. As he walks down the stairs Eithan kicks braziers and smashes lamps; as oil spews, he lights it aflame. Smoke begins to spread. The great beams and rafters of thick old wood have not yet fallen. But not one man can get through the exit. Eithan stands at the exit and blocks the doorway. None of the cultivators can move him. Stronger cultivators come, with treasures and precious things. The panic is intense. By now the smoke has reached the top floor. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. The immortals descend. The crowd is shoved aside. The first immortal approaches Eithan. Eithan motionless. The immortal moves with grace. His fist breaks on Eithans chest---! More immortals now. Nothing, nothing works. The fire grows. Already an immortal chars. The weak begin to burn. They fight and they fight, to no avail. Violence and finesse, treasures and charm, years of effort, a lifetime of training, all the power, all the skill, items and potions and a single miracle, all fall, all fail, in the face of the legendary iron body technique.