How does an insect breeder find a glimmer of hope in the world of cultivation? (Just rated)

This is a novel featuring ordinary people raising spirit insects, decisive killing, no system, not a wish-fulfillment story, slow pace, and a long length. Please rate it!

I transmigrated into a lowly servant in a minor cultivation sect. My aptitude was meager, my spiritual fields were barren, and I saw no hope of achieving the Great Dao.

>Until I found a strange, half-dead insect in the dung heap behind the mountain. It was feeding on discarded pills and nourishing the spiritual liquid.

I used it to purify pills, and my cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. I also discovered that it could constantly mutate and devour everything.

He thought he could rise quietly, but due to a battle between insects, he was forced into a desperate situation by the genius of the sect.

At the critical moment of life and death, the strange insect suddenly multiplied into countless forms, and the arrogant genius, along with his natal spirit beast, was devoured until only bones remained.

The elder in charge of punishments, enraged, ordered: "Those evil spirits and heretics, kill them with a cane!"

The strange insect in my arms suddenly let out a childish scream: "Mother, I'm scared—"