Lin Mo dies suddenly and transmigrates, becoming a menial laborer in the outer sect of the Qingyun Sect.
“Ding! Swordsmanship practice detected. Copy?”
“Copy successful: Qingyun Swordsmanship (Mastered)”
His senior brother practices swordsmanship, and Lin Mo learns it just by sweeping nearby.
An elder refines pills, and Lin Mo learns how just by tending the fire.
The sect master undergoes tribulation, and Lin Mo can copy the lightning tribulation body-tempering technique just by watching from below the mountain.
“What? You say I have a trash spiritual root?”
Lin Mo grins. “So what if my spiritual root is trash? I have a hundred skill slots, filled with the secret arts of all the great masters!”
Three years later, the geniuses who once mocked him are kneeling on the ground. “Senior Brother Lin, please take us as your disciples!”
There are too many problems and too many poisonous points. As for the plot, there are problems. Good themes are made like an assembly line.