Shen Ming transmigrates.
He becomes a lowly herb gatherer in the cultivation world, without even a single low-grade spirit stone. Rogue cultivators use him as bait, tossing him right in front of a demonic beast.
The good news is, he discovers he can make copies.
Spirit stones? Copy them.
Pills? Copy them.
Cultivation techniques? Copy them.
Spiritual roots? It seems… he can copy those too?
The bad news is, copying consumes stamina, mental energy, and spiritual power. Every last bit of it is his lifeblood.
While other transmigrators start off flashy and domineering, Shen Ming starts off lying among a pile of corpses, pretending to be dead. At last, he realizes:
In this cultivation world, where killing and looting are as routine as eating and drinking, keeping a low profile is the way to go. Stay alive, and you can become an immortal.
And so begins his laid-back path of cultivation:
He stays out of other people's fights, tags along when they hunt for treasure, and makes copies while they risk their lives.
Until one day, a Nascent Soul Patriarch blocks the entrance to his cave dwelling, eyes bloodshot, and asks:
“Why is that fourth-tier magical treasure of yours exactly the same as mine?”
Shen Ming looks completely innocent.
“Senior, if I say I found it, would you believe me?”
Expose your cheating fingers casually, it's awesome
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
It's okay, I think it's okay. Thank you.
How can I put it, a mortal actually let many people know about the golden finger with the ability to copy. Do you want readers who read your book to continue reading?