A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Finding Treasures in Discarded Pills

“A useless waste like him thinks he can cultivate immortality?”

I was kicked into a waste-pill room piled high with a thousand years' worth of trash. Everyone said no one ever came out alive.

But they didn't know I was an antique appraiser, and my greatest talent was finding treasures among junk.

Deep in the waste-pill room, my family's ancient jade burned into my brow: [Scavenger System activated]

From then on, I used cracked Peiyuan Pills to cleanse and temper my body, and traded pill dregs for supreme treasures of artifact refinement. A genius alchemist chased after me, begging to know how I did it. A senior sister took a palm strike for me, and the sect master's daughter blushed and said she'd take responsibility.

But I never told them that the ancient jade held images of my parents imprisoned. Beyond the Deification realm, this world was a sealed cage.

They said I scavenged trash.

They didn't know I was scavenging for my life.

I mastered only eight forms of the Nameless Sword Art. The ninth awaits in the immortal realm, ready to take my life.