Reborn as a Trash Disciple, But I Have an AI

On Earth, I was just another office worker replaceable, unnoticed, and soon discarded by an AI that stole my job. I thought my life ended there. I was wrong. Reborn in a cultivation world as a trash disciple, everyone mocks me. My body is frail, my spiritual root is poor, and my rank is low. Even my sect elders treat me as worthless. But I’m not alone. The same AI that replaced me on Earth is now bound to my soul. It whispers the truth: “Scan the manuals. Analyze cultivation techniques. Optimize qi flow. Predict danger. Calculate your path.” While others gamble their lives for breakthroughs, I cultivate smoothly and safely, turning trash into a hidden treasure. Sweep floors. Clean books. Study in secret. Outwardly useless. Inwardly, I am becoming unstoppable. One day, the sect and the world will realize the “trash disciple” they ignored has quietly surpassed them all.