On the third day after grandma was buried, Sang Jianwei's home was taken over by his creditors.
She held the rusty sword left by her father and cried outside the door all night. The next day, the sword that had not been touched for more than ten years suddenly cut her hand and guided her all the way to join the Immortal Sect to recruit disciples.
On the soul-measuring platform, the spiritual light only shone for a moment, but no one was willing to accept her.
Finally, the poorest Guixu sect asked her: "Can you cook?"
Sang Jianwei thought she went to the mountain to be a cook, but on the first night of her apprenticeship, the master personally taught her how to draw Qi. Only then did she realize that the skills of mending pots, catching knives, and watching the heat that her grandma taught her were actually the basic skills of the Sang family's weapon repairing skills.
While others were vying to refine artifacts, she specialized in rags that no one wanted.
The stone grinder that reminds the owner to clean the sand, the hand warmer that gets hot when it's cold, the broken mine cart that can save people after being dismantled... After repairing and repairing, the Guixu Sect, which is in debt and short of food, not only survived, but also became a weapon repair sect that all major immortal sects lined up to ask for help.
The sect that rejected her at first wanted to accept her again, but Sang Jianwei hugged her repair box tightly: "I'm sorry, I have a master."
