Cursed by the fates and dragged down by his unique constitution mortal realm aspiring cultivator (basically a loser) smith has to compete with immortal prodigies and geniuses. He is given no special treatment or unique techniques. Nor is he favored by the heavens. In fact he's cursed by them. His every foe is born of great luck and circumstance.  His only virtue is his razor sharp creativity.  {Constitution Cursed series; Flesh bound spirit, unfortunate practitioners of this fleshy construction are plagued by their bodies inability to let go of their souls. Literally dragging down their cultivation and barring them from using anything but fleshy spirit energy.   Although the body is much better at absorbing and refining herbs/pills/and serums one will never advance past the mortal rank.}