Others Rely on Talent to Cultivate Immortality, I Rely on Picking Up

You can pick up the things left behind by the owner, fulfill your last wish, and get inheritance. What others see as rubbish is all his chance - the wood that was struck by lightning is the natal magic weapon left behind by the disciples of the Shangqing Sect who failed to overcome the tribulation. The broken bronze mirror in the old warehouse at the outer gate can reflect the ghosts of people's hearts. The old book that no one has read in the corner of the Sutra Pavilion points to a skill that has been lost for hundreds of years. But every time you pick something up, you carry a promise. Return three spiritual stones in place of the monk who has been dead for ten years. Send a message to a swordsman who can't see his face clearly. Go to a place to take a look for an old dragon that died in a deep valley. The world of cultivating immortals is full of treasures, but also full of old things that cannot be let go. He picked it up, paid off his debts, and became stronger at the same time. Everyone regarded him as the lowest level of trash with miscellaneous spiritual roots. Until that day, during the sect competition, he picked up a piece of rotten wood and knocked the inner sect genius off the ring. The whole place was dead silent. Only he knows that this is not even an appetizer. Because that golden pattern keeps getting hot. It seemed like someone had been waiting for him for a long time. "He who picks up things must pick up his own things."