Fishing in the Primordial World for the Zhuxian Swords!

I transmigrated into the Primordial World and became the most useless being in all of it.

Just how useless? Wild boars by the roadside could dig me up and take a bite, while vultures overhead could drop a load right on my head, burying me and suffocating me.

But I was lucky.

Just how lucky? I was born right outside the Three Pure Ones' home. When they opened their disciple-recruitment formation, I only had to tilt my head a little to bypass countless geniuses and somehow become the eldest senior brother among the outer disciples of the Jie School.

The Heavenly Lord of the Primordial Beginning glared at me, gritting his teeth so hard they nearly shattered. Taking in a creature like this had truly crossed his bottom line.

The Heavenly Lord of the Primordial Beginning spoke leisurely from the side: "Junior Brother, luck is part of strength too. Just take him in, Third Brother."

Also known as:

"Primordial World: Starting Out as a Tiny Goblin!"

"Beneath That Adorable Exterior Lies a Scheming Heart"

"Everything in This World Can Be Devoured"

"Star Lord Devourer"

P.S. This is the story of a crafty survivor in the Primordial World growing stronger by scavenging corpses and greedily snatching up healing items!