01 This is not a small account, it's simply a useless account!
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The pilgrimage road built with bluestone slabs was covered with a layer of snow that had just fallen last night.
Sword Sect disciples walked by in groups of three or two, all rushing to the Huanchen Hall for morning classes.
Only one person was holding a broom in a leisurely manner, sweeping the snow on the road.
The passing disciples saw Ji Chen sweeping the ground with his head down, and all showed contempt.
"Why is there still someone doing odd jobs in a sect of immortals? Doesn't he have to go to class?"
"Are you new here? Don't you know that he is the only disciple in our sect who has entered without even spiritual roots?"
"How can I attend classes without spiritual roots? I won't understand or learn anyway. I might as well do odd jobs with this time and earn some money."
"If you like sweeping the land, why don't you go down the mountain to sweep the land for the people? It's really annoying to be a servant in such a big sect of immortals." "
Who says it's not... I don't know how he got in. I guess it's because the sect is too big, and one more person won't make a difference... Anyway, no one in the sect is willing to talk to him, and he doesn't like to talk to others."
"It's almost late, what are you guys still mumbling about! Today is the day for the Sect Master to teach, if you are late, the Sect Master will punish you to death!"
The last person to speak was the Sect Master's personal disciple Fu Changgeng, and he spoke with great authority.
The disciples who passed by Ji Chen quickened their pace and left in a hurry.
When they were far away, Ji Chen's eyes fell on the dirty footprints all over the ground. He put one hand on his waist, supported the broom handle with the other hand, and sighed softly.
"Ah——"
Is it easy to sweep the floor?
After finally sweeping this piece of snow clean, it was dirtied again by these bastards. He
had to sweep it again.
He never did these kinds of things before.
But there was nothing he could do, because he was now disliked by everyone in the sect.
Another useless person without spiritual roots.
He could not accept any commissioned tasks, nor could he share the salary of a disciple. He could only do odd jobs and work as a sanitation worker to make a living.
It was completely different from his days as the ancestor of the sword.
This matter started with his traveling through a book.
He could accept traveling through a book, let alone traveling through the book to become the number one boss in the fairy world - the ancestor of the sword.
But the system forced him to accept three disciples.
And let him train the three disciples to become the head of the sword sect, the great destiny of the imperial city, and the demon lord of the demon world according to the plot.
Only by completing the task can he return to the original world.
Ji Chen completed the task conscientiously, but the system said that it encountered a bug and could not be repaired at present, so he could not go back.
But Ji Chen had already escaped and did not even finish listening to the system's words.
And it wasn't the kind of death that was played, it was real death.
The dead cannot be resurrected.
The system opened a small account for him, allowing him to be reborn in another person's identity and appearance five hundred years later.
But he never expected that this was not a small account at all, it was simply a useless account!
No spiritual roots, no family background, no cultivation, no money.
He had nothing, and was rejected by everyone around him.
Ji Chen wanted to reason with the system, but the system also escaped...
So, he could only continue to stay in this world and be a sunny and cheerful boy who sweeps the floor.
If he has nothing to do, he can also pile up a logo of Mixue Ice City.
Forget it...
Think about it on the bright side, at least he is still alive.
And he is really free. He
only needs to sweep the floor every day.
He no longer has to worry about raising, teaching, and abusing apprentices.
He no longer had to be watched from a high place by the monks, and no longer had to behave in a way that was out of character. He
was happy and at ease now.
With the money he earned from sweeping the floor, he could go down the mountain and buy some wine.
Although it was said that immortal cultivators were forbidden to drink alcohol
, he had no master, and he did not have to go to class. Even the elders in charge treated him as if he did not exist, and no one cared about him.
It took Ji Chen half an hour to finally sweep the snow, and the middle of the road was clean.
While he was admiring his masterpiece, he suddenly saw a burning talisman flying in the air.
The flame at the end was black, and the words "transmission of sound" were written in ancient Chinese on the talisman.
It must be a sound transmission talisman.
But the talisman did not stop in front of Ji Chen, but flew along the pilgrimage path he swept and headed for the Washing Hall.
That was where the disciples had their classes.
Today was the day for the master to teach.
The sound transmission talisman burned with black fire, and it was the highest level of sound transmission talisman, and it would definitely not be passed on to ordinary disciples.
It was most likely for the master.
Ji Chen did not care much. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him, and no matter how big the problem was, it would not fall on a sanitation worker like him. So he carried the broom, walked in the opposite direction with a proud step, as if he did not recognize any relatives.