Others rely on heaven and earth and magical elixirs to cultivate immortality. I, Jiang Che, rely on mountains of electronic waste.
When the cultivators were beaten to death for a low-grade spiritual stone, I silently dismantled a scrapped air conditioner and extracted three kilograms of "spiritual copper"; when the master of weapon refinement lamented that black iron was hard to find, I swept out half a ton of "black iron filings" from a pile of old mobile phone motherboards.
My scrap station is a garbage dump in the eyes of monks, and it is also a place of hope for them to break the bottleneck of cultivation.
Until one day, a disciple of the "Tiangong Sect" who claimed to be orthodox came to my door and scolded me for "being heretical and wasting natural resources."
Haha, let's compare.
Let's see if your thousand-year-old cold iron is more powerful, or if the "pyrotechnic cold crystal" I made from an old refrigerator and smells like thousands of iced watermelons is more suitable for this era!
