Refining Artifacts Takes Will, Creating Them Takes Fate

Zhang Qiuyi awakened as the lowest-rank spirit support, and the green glow during her family’s test was as faint as a candle guttering in the wind.

Everyone burst into laughter and mocked her, but she calmly finished the last bite of her spirit fruit. “Great. Now I don’t have to cultivate.”

While everyone waited to see her family cast her aside, something unexpected happened:

The leftover soup she’d casually thrown together overnight repaired the captain of the guards’ shattered spiritual core.

The spirit weapon she’d botched exploded and sent the genius spirit warrior who’d mocked her flying.

The rare treasures she’d picked up while wandering around filled the family’s storehouse.

Before long, the entire Yifeng Continent had gone mad: “Boss, look at me! Look at me!”