The Master's Promotion Was Promoted, and I Was a Magic Stick in Ancient Times.

As the last and only rubbish divination master in the sect who could not ascend, he closed and opened his eyes in sadness and depression, and by some strange combination of circumstances, he became a lost treasure on the migration path of an ancient noble family. Faced with a lack of food and clothing—actually starved to death, he relied on picking leaves to divine fortune and avoid disaster, and eventually became a well-known magic stick...