There is no way. Now she has no other place to go except Xuantian Sect!

Although there is no future in Xuantian Sect,

But if she went to a smaller sect, she would be accepted as a disciple.

It's not much worse than her current situation.

Moreover, Lu Yuan is really afraid of being rejected now.

She didn't want to run into walls anymore.

She doesn't want to be disliked by others anymore.

In this way, although Lu Yuan failed to pass the assessment, because of her luck, she was left behind to make up the numbers and became a disciple of Xuantian Sect.

Become a glorious menial disciple!

…

A quarter of an hour later.

Lu Yuan was taken to Xuantian Sect.

Although she got what she wished and became a disciple of Xuantian Sect, she was not happy at all.

He even had a look of despair on his face.

Because her current identity is just a humble menial disciple!

Soon, Lu Yuan was brought to a dilapidated house.

Then, a middle-aged woman in gray clothes, about forty or fifty years old, walked out of the house and appeared in front of her.

"Your name is Lu Yuan, right? Congratulations! You have passed the sect entrance examination and stood out, becoming a menial disciple of Xuantian Sect."

The middle-aged aunt had a smile on her face. She looked at Lu Yuan in front of her and greeted her politely.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan felt as if his heart was stabbed.

Is it an honor to be a menial disciple of Xuantian Sect?

Lu Yuan doesn’t think so.

She just felt that this was an insult and mockery to her.

However, this middle-aged lady was so polite that even if Lu Yuan felt uncomfortable, she didn't say anything.

I could only force out a smile that was uglier than crying as a response to the other party.

"By the way, Lu Yuan, my name is Zhao Cuiying. You can call me Aunt Zhao from now on. I am the most senior disciple in Xuantian Sect. I will be your guide from now on."

Zhao Cuiyan continued, saying that as an elder, she was very enthusiastic towards Lu Yuan.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan felt uncomfortable, but was a little curious and couldn't help but ask.

"Aunt Zhao, may I ask how many menial disciples are there in the Xuantian Sect?"

Zhao Cui smiled brightly, puffed out her chest slightly, and couldn't help but say with some pride.

"Just me."

Hearing this, Lu Yuan was slightly stunned.

Then she realized it.

No wonder Zhao Cuiying said that she was the oldest and most senior disciple in Xuantian Sect.

It turns out that she is the only errand disciple in Xuantian Sect.

Zhao Cuiying looked at her dazed expression, and suddenly thought of something. She stepped forward, patted her shoulder, and said:

"By the way, now that we have you, our Xuantian Sect has two menial disciples."

"From now on, all the dirty work in Xuantian Sect will be done by the two of us. I'm so happy. Lu Yuan, are you happy?"

Zhao Cuiqi's face was full of smiles, showing her big yellow teeth.

Today, a menial disciple was recruited. From now on, Lu Yuan will share the dirty and tiring work of the Xuantian Sect with her.

She is so happy now.

Hearing this.

But Lu Yuan just wanted to curse.

happy?

It would be strange if she could be happy.

She could hardly hold back her tears now.

She was already feeling uncomfortable with becoming a menial disciple.

Now after listening to what Zhao Cuiying said.

She felt even more desperate.

In her previous life, she was a talented disciple in the Tianjian Sect!

Now, she is in a small sect like Xuantian Sect,

They actually asked her to do the dirty and tiring work!

This huge difference in treatment made her feel as uncomfortable as if she had eaten shit.