Transmigrating to the Immortal Realm to Shovel Dung

My name is Ye Chuan. I'm a middle-aged, lame deliveryman from Blue Star who unexpectedly transmigrated to the cultivation world. I thought I'd be able to ride a sword through the wind, but instead I became the lowest-ranking servant in the Qingyun Sect, spending every day cleaning out the manure pits for inner disciples and elders. Just as the stench had me questioning my life, an odd golden finger called the “Filth-to-Gold System” landed in my lap. The filthy things everyone else avoids are treasures in my eyes! Every bucket of manure I haul earns me spirit energy, and once I reach the required amount, I can directly increase my cultivation. In less than a month, not only has my lame leg healed, but my cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. To keep the steady supply of “fertilizer” coming, I hide my strength and willingly stay holed up in the latrine for a full ten years. Then one day, disaster strikes the sect, and I can only sigh helplessly: “Alas, I've finally shoveled my last load of manure...” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.