Casual Practice Starts with Picking up Trash

"Rogue Cultivator Starts by Picking Up Trash" Cai Cai, 37 years old, is a former medical beauty consultant with an annual salary of 300,000 yuan. She can draw and read people's micro-expressions. Teacher Mo, 70 years old, is a rhinoplasty doctor who has been doing surgery for 40 years. His eyes can see materials more accurately than instruments. A ray of white light dragged the two people to the world of immortality. There are no golden fingers falling from the sky, no sects rushing to recruit disciples. The gate of Tianhengzong was opened a crack, and the gatekeeper took a look at his age and drove him away - overage, unexpected. Cai Cai was sitting under a tree with blue leaves at the foot of the mountain, with only a charcoal pencil in her pocket. Teacher Mo was unconscious next to him, with the scalpel still clutched in his hand. In a desperate situation, a cold system is bound. Sign in every day and you will be rewarded with a spirit stone fragment. Rice grains are big. Dusty. Not even a steamed bun can be exchanged for it. The system does not talk nonsense, does not guide, and does not give out gift packages to newbies. The task function has not been opened yet, the store has not been opened yet, and the help document has one word - "none". Cai Cai tried it around and cursed, "That's it." Then she put the scraps into her pocket, helped Teacher Mo, and walked to Fangshi. Teacher Mo has no system. But he has forty years of experience in looking at materials - whether the fragments of the alchemy furnace were exploded or dropped, whether the section of the spiritual material was soaked or brushed, and why the crack in the waste stone reflects light - he can tell at a glance. Cai Cai has a system, the hands of an art student, and the negotiating mouth of a consultant. Teacher Mo has eyes but no hands. Cai Cai has hands but no eyes. Together, they are a complete weapon refiner. Sanxufang Market, fragments of the abandoned alchemy furnace, fragments of bamboo slips on the street stalls, the woman selling talisman paper on the other side of the wall—— People who have nothing can only start by picking up garbage.