I Relied on an Iron Kettle to Pick up Rags and Soared.

When she was ten years old, her parents died, and she was thrown into an abandoned cave to sweep the floor. She picked up a broken iron pot that was so rusted that even her own mother could not recognize it. This thing looks like a water boiler, but its functions are ridiculous - throw in the waste elixir, and it will become the best in the morning; throw in the ground-stall technique, and it will rise to the Xuan level overnight; put in the low-grade magic weapon, and it can cut iron like clay. To put it simply, this is not a pot, but a "one-click optimization" in the world of immortality. The five-spirited loser counterattacked with a broken pot, and her elixirs were promoted, her skills were strengthened, and her opportunities were doubled. Let's see how she went from being a sweeper to embarking on the road to ascension step by step!