I, the King of Rags, Specialize in Collecting Ancient Garbage

If Lin Chen wears it, he will become a waste in the immortal sect who pours night fragrance. The shack leaks air and the Dantian leaks, and everyone can step on him. Until that day, someone smashed the broken pill furnace he picked up. The furnace is broken, and the mind is revealed. Lin Chen looked at the fragment in his hand that was engraved with "Seventh Level of Qingyun Jue" and fell silent. What's even more outrageous is that, following the guidance of the fragments, he dug out the ancestor's sword, a broken incense burner that can speed up cultivation, and a black token that can mobilize the sect's dark department in the garbage pile in the courtyard. Just when he thought he was about to take off, a beautiful senior sister who claimed to be a descendant of his ancestor came to the door and stared at the sword in his hand with complicated eyes: "Junior brother, do you know what is buried under this courtyard?" Lin Chen looked down at the dilapidated land he had lived on for three years, and suddenly had a bold idea—— Isn't this the greatest treasure in the fairy world always being stepped on by him?