Shen Ming wore it.
He was a herb collector at the bottom of the world of immortality. He didn't even have a low-grade spiritual stone on his body, and he was still being used as bait by casual cultivators and thrown into the mouths of monsters.
The good news is, he discovered he could replicate it.
Spiritual stone? Copy.
Pill? Copy.
Kung Fu? Copy.
Spiritual roots? It seems like... It can also be copied?
The bad news is that copying requires physical, mental, and spiritual energy—all your damn lives.
Other time-travelers started off cool and cool, but Shen Ming started lying in a pile of dead people pretending to be corpses, and finally realized:
In this world of immortality where killing people and stealing goods is like eating and drinking water, keeping a low profile is the way to go, and only by living quietly can you become an immortal.
So, he started his own "Buddhist" path of cultivating immortality——
He hides when others fight, follows when others hunt for treasures, and copies when others fight tooth and nail.
Until one day, a certain Nascent Soul Ancestor blocked the door of his cave and asked with red eyes:
"How come the fourth-level magic weapon in your hand is exactly the same as mine?"
Shen Ming looked innocent:
"Senior, I said I picked it up, do you believe it?"
It's okay, I think it's okay. Thank you.