Other people transmigrate with either talent or money. They're either geniuses or destined to get rich. But after Lu Yunsheng transmigrated, he still had to fend for himself.
Other people had a System, and so did he, but it was completely useless. He transmigrated to another world with nothing but a thatched hut from the start, and the System gave him a pile of scrap metal and old books so he could open a general store deep in the mountains.
Lu Yunsheng: There's no way anyone would buy this. It would defy all reason.
But the truth was: his woodcutter's axe became a peerless sword, his fire poker became a divine weapon, and the old books turned out to be cultivation manuals lost for hundreds of thousands of years.
Lu Yunsheng: I have just one wish in this life: to join a really impressive sect and cultivate immortality like everyone else.
Cultivators from every realm: Master, please stop pretending. We beg you to accept our knees.
