I Transmigrated and Became the Element Master

The day Guo Jitao awakened his spirit root, it was declared useless—and the entire clan's younger generation laughed. "A waste meridian! Nothing good ever comes from a branch family." "His father had a waste meridian—how could the son be any different?" He said nothing. After the awakening ceremony, he followed his silent blacksmith father through the mocking alleys, pushed open their rain-leaking courtyard gate, and crouched by the washbasin. His mother didn't look up, scrubbing their patch-covered clothes as she said, "So what if it's a waste meridian? Your father has one too. This family doesn't live by spirit roots alone." That evening, his father returned from the forge carrying a parcel of braised meat—a treat they could barely afford twice a year. He set the oiled paper on the table and said only one word: "Eat." That night, Guo Jitao st￭ the braised meat into his mouth, chewed, and lowered his head. In his heart, he made a vow: in this life, he would never let this family be poor again. No one knew that beneath the despised waste-meridian boy lay a soul from another world—a former materials science associate researcher who had spent half a lifetime studying the very nature of matter. While this world's spirit masters fought on instinct, he redefined everything with the periodic table and the laws of thermodynamics. Later, he found a glowing stone in an abandoned mine. Later, his waste meridian cracked open, and from within surged something called Devour. Later still, he contracted his first spirit pet—a dying bronze-skinned jackal—feeding it ore slag for seven days until it stood before him with its life on the line. In time, his ten spirit pets would shake the Tianlan Realm to its core—nine of which are...