Others fight over divine weapons, but he picks up broken swords. Others fight over cultivation techniques, but he picks up scraps of paper. Others fight over pills, but he picks up medicinal dregs.
Everyone laughs at him. "Is that idiot here to collect junk?"
Then one day, he repairs a piece of scrap metal into a sword. Its sword energy shoots into the heavens, and the inheritance sword intent of an ancient sword sect surges from its blade, splitting open the sealed gate at the deepest part of the secret realm on the spot.
The entire continent goes wild. "Didn't we all step on that piece of scrap metal?!"
He dusts off his hands and calmly says, "Don't rush. The junk you look down on... I fix it up, and it becomes a legend."
