Fragments of the Immortal Path: Stickman Takes Me to Rebuild the Immortal Sect

On the day the sect was wiped out, the handyman Xiaochuan picked up a burnt fragment. There is no elixir, no skills, just a stick figure with thin lines. The guy was always tired and paralyzed, lying on the ground gasping for air. He said: "All the martial arts in China are practiced wrong. The harder you practice, the faster you will die." He added: "The weeds under your feet are spiritual mines, and the scrap metal in your hands are magic weapons." Xiaochuan listened. In that rotten sect, he took a group of friends who were treated as trash and started a quiet experiment. Refining elixir without exploding the furnace? Because fire is too dirty. Doesn't the symbol ignite spontaneously? Because I'm too angry. No one noticed what they were doing. Until Ogawa held the iron key and opened the taboo door that had been sealed for hundreds of years. Only then did the entire world of cultivators come back to their senses—— "I'm not rebuilding garbage. I'm rebuilding orthodoxy."