Investiture of the Gods: I Became a Saint by Scavenging

After transmigrating into the Investiture of the Gods, Shen Can became the least wanted, most expendable disciple of the Duanchen Sect. His cultivation scripture only consumed junk: spent pills, broken artifacts, shattered swords, and the remains of demonic beasts. The more broken they were, the faster they refined; the more battered, the greater his cultivation surged. The sect treated him as a pawn to be sacrificed and sent him to guard a mine that was sure to be a death trap. When a pack of fourth-rank ironback wolves attacked the camp, everyone else fled while he crouched among the corpses, scavenging junk. He kept picking things up, and then he broke through. With a single counterstroke, he slew the demonic wolves. The sect was shaken. The elders brought him medicine, his senior brothers bowed their heads, and the sect master took him on as a personal disciple. He thought he was in the clear. Then an order from the army arrived: “Yuan Futong has rebelled in the North Sea. Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong will lead the campaign himself. You are ordered to join the army.” Only then did Shen Can realize this was no ordinary cultivation world. This was the Investiture of the Gods. From the North Sea to the Central Plains, from Earth Immortal to lord of all races, he took in every imperfect being rejected by orthodoxy and built a territory of his own. When the Investiture of the Gods arrived, the Chan Sect branded him a heretic, the Jie Sect wanted to use him as cannon fodder, and the Saints sought to make him a piece on their board. Shen Can said only one thing: “Let the Saints have the perfect ones. I'll take in the broken.”