Synopsis:
Nan Sining had just won the National Science and Technology Progress Award using her Garbage Recycling and Remodeling System when she suddenly transmigrated into a cultivation world. The moment she opened her eyes, her senior sister was dragging her away while fleeing for their lives.
The good news: although the original body was a fool with no intelligence and had the worst mix of five spiritual roots, she is actually the female lead of a “waste material cultivator” novel. This secret realm adventure is the turning point where she’s supposed to rise against the odds, rapidly growing in power until she ascends as a great sword immortal.
The bad news: a transmigrated supporting female character has appeared—one who knows all the original body’s fated opportunities and treasures and will steal them away.
Next, her eldest senior sister will die to protect her; her second senior brother will have his meridians destroyed and become crippled; her third senior brother will die seeking revenge; her fourth senior brother will fall in love with the transmigrated girl and betray the sect, using the original body, which drives their seventh senior sister—who has always loved him—into madness, falling into the demonic path and becoming hunted as a disgrace of the sect. Even their Master, who always doted on her, will have his soul scattered beyond recovery.
And the worst part? The transmigrated girl knows even better than her where every treasure and opportunity lies.
Nan Sining: *Uh… I’ve never met anyone who could actually take something from me before! The treasures are mine, the opportunities are mine, even the trash is my opportunity and treasure! The advantage is mine!*
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Her eldest senior sister, clutching her chest and spitting blood, spiritual energy depleted and knowing her life was near its end, pulled Nan Sining close to whisper her last words:
“Little Nine, eldest sister is dying… from now on, you must be obedient, cultivate well… cough, cough…”
Nan Sining calmly pulled out a crippled little medicine cauldron, tossed in some common spirit herbs from nearby, and refined them under her system’s guidance. When she lifted the lid, spiritual energy surged, the fragrance was overwhelming—and a dragon shadow faintly appeared!
Eldest Senior Sister, after swallowing the supreme-grade pill: *I broke through?!*
Her second senior brother, half-dead on the ground, shakily handed over his storage pouch:
“Ninth junior sister, this is all I have left. Inside are a few Revitalization Pills—remember to use them at a critical moment…”
Nan Sining fished out the pills, rubbed them a few times with her bare hands, added a few drops of Jade Marrow Liquid, and shoved one into his mouth.
Second Senior Brother, who had given up on life: *I’m about to form a Golden Core?!*
Before the grand sect competition, Seventh Senior Sister was hysterical, holding her damaged sword:
“My sword is about to shatter into junk! What’s the point of competing?!”
Nan Sining took the cracked, battle-worn sword, gathered a few discarded broken swords, and tinkered all night. By dawn, a ray of sword-light pierced through the darkness!
Seventh Senior Sister, ready to forfeit: *Did my sword just qualify for the Top Ten Divine Swords list?!*
And then…
* Entire sect: *Our little junior sister is the best in the world!*
* Whole cultivation world: *Fairy Nan, our sect/league/clan would be honored if you joined as a guest elder!*
* Transmigrated villainess: *??? I schemed so hard for so long—why are the opportunities and treasures still hers?!*
* Fourth Senior Brother: *Why is it always me that little junior sister despises?!*
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And so, the entire sect began helping their little junior sister collect “trash.” Wherever there was a fight, they would bring her along—because after watching the fight, she could scavenge the battlefield!
Nan Sining happily picking through scraps across the cultivation world: *See? The garbage recycling business has limitless potential!*
Until one day, she picked up a little beast with a black dragon’s tail.
All her senior brothers and sisters in unison: *Junior Sister! You can’t pick that up! That thing can destroy heaven and earth!*
Nan Sining: *I know it’s dangerous—but it can help me find the best trash!*
