"'A fireman deserves to be in the Treasure Pavilion?" Lu Chen wiped the tea that was thrown on his face, turned around and stuffed the broken porcelain pieces on the ground into his arms. The next moment, the system prompts: 'Obtain the fragments of the magic craftsman's secret treasure, the Nine-Aperture Glazed Cup!' From then on, he picked up the 'junk' that others didn't want - broken knives, cracked cauldrons, moldy jade slips, all of which he stuffed into the infinite warehouse. When the genius of the inner sect was still fighting for a foundation-building pill, his The warehouse is already filled with ancient divine materials that have been 'automatically analyzed'; when the major forces are jealous of the 'divine craftsman's legacy', he is squatting in the fire workshop, recasting the 'broken sword' he just collected into one that can cut stars and split the moon. Sacred weapon! Until that day, Su Wan's sword was on his neck: "Tell me! How did you get the inheritance of the divine craftsman?" Lu Chen pointed to the warehouse and said, "The 'junk' I have here is enough for us to overthrow the Nine Realms."
