Xiao Yu raised his head and looked at the sky. It was blue sky with white clouds, the sun was high in the sky, countless spiritual birds flew over his head, and the breeze occasionally touched his head.
It has been three days since he came to this world. He felt like he had forgotten something. His mind was in a mess every day. Occasionally, something seemed to pass through his mind. When he wanted to catch it, he would find that the thing he wanted to catch had disappeared.
He is like a monitored machine. Once a bug occurs, it will be fixed immediately.
In his vague consciousness, a voice told him that he was dreaming and he must wake up quickly.
But whose dream could be so real? He could hear the sounds, feel the warmth of the sun, and the coolness of the wind.
"It's so strange, this feeling of not being me, but also being me?"
He is currently in a sect called the Donglin Immortal Sect, which is located on the first level of the Nine Heavens Immortal Continent.
The Donglin Immortal Sect won by using its magical herbs and elixirs, and achieved a superior position as one of the top ten sects on the continent.
He is a menial disciple here.
There are many kinds of menial disciples in the Donglin Xianzong, and he is the lowest kind. He has low-grade spiritual roots and his cultivation level does not exceed the fourth level of Qi Refining. He is like a tenant farmer in the sect, farming for the sect but not allocating any spiritual beads or spiritual stones to the sect. After the harvest, he only shares 10% of the income from the land with the sect in a 90%-100 split. Everything else depends on himself.
If the sect has a special mission, you must fully cooperate.
His occasional memories told him that he didn't originally belong to this world. He had traveled here from a place called Modern Earth. This was the second sect he had traveled to. Given his qualifications, he was only able to enter this place because a fellow villager named Xiao Lin brought him here. Otherwise, he would still be struggling in the Lingcao Sect, a subordinate sect of the Donglin Immortal Sect.
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Besides him, there were also mid-level menial disciples. There were two types of mid-level menial disciples. One type was lucky and well-connected, and was chosen by an outer disciple to be an attendant. Under the outer disciple's protection, although their status was equivalent to that of an outer disciple's servant, they did not have to farm and could attend classes with the outer disciples.
The second type is those who have reached the fourth level of Qi Refining or above. They are still like tenant farmers of the sect, but they can be allocated five to twenty acres of land, and the income from the land with the sect is also increased to 73%, 70% for the sect and 30% for the disciples.
Finally, there are the upper-class menial disciples. Although disciples of this status are still menial disciples, they do not have to farm and their treatment is similar to that of outer disciples.
They are usually the managers of certain sects or relatives of large families whose spiritual roots are too weak; they serve as followers of inner disciples by virtue of their status, and can attend classes and practice the outer disciples' skills like outer disciples.
Although most of them were just bodyguards, thugs, and cannon fodder for the inner disciples, there were also some who were just there to fill in the quota.
In reality, "going to work" could be replaced by others, especially when their inner disciples needed cannon fodder.
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Xiao Yu's thoughts wandered as his expert footsteps led him to his own plot of land. Due to his low cultivation level, he was only allocated two acres of the lowest-grade spiritual farmland. While his spiritual roots allowed him to cultivate rare dark-attributed water spiritual herbs, his low cultivation level meant the herbs he cultivated were also of the lowest quality. Therefore, the rewards he ultimately received were pitifully small.
Fortunately, Xiao Lin was really good to him, raising him like his own son. Even the food he was given was mostly spiritual rice and monster meat that even the middle-level chores disciples here couldn't afford.
It was almost all thanks to Xiao Lin that he was able to enter this prestigious sect and cultivate to the fourth level of Qi Refining with the scarce resources.
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His spiritual roots were actually quite poor. It sounded like he had decent, lower-middle-class spiritual roots, but they were different from others. Others had three spiritual roots: gold, wood, and water, or water, fire, and wood.
His three spiritual roots were a mutant ice spiritual root, a mutant dark spiritual root, and a mutant fire spiritual root. Each of these spiritual roots was impressive individually. Combined together, they seemed even more impressive. At least, he vaguely remembered the protagonist in a storybook he'd read being like that.
In fact, his situation was even worse than those with five elements and mixed spiritual roots.
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"Junior Brother Xiao, Senior Brother Du Ming has sent a message. He wants your batch of water spirit herbs in seven days. You'd better be careful. Otherwise, Senior Brother Du Ming will report it to the manager, and the manager will punish you." A gloating voice came into Xiao Yu's ears.
Xiao Yu turned around and saw that it was Du Qin, a menial disciple of the same level as him, five or six years older than him. This man had an ordinary five-element four-spiritual root and the same cultivation level as him. It seemed that because the water spirit grass planted on his side was relatively rare, he always disliked him.
Xiao Yu didn't say anything. This guy probably had no one to support him before, so he was eighteen or nineteen years old and still thin and small. No one knew how he got the upper hand over to the outer sect manager and became his concubine.
Du Qin didn't seem to care whether the person opposite him paid any attention to him or not, and continued to speak to himself, "I heard that the annual outer disciple secret realm trial is about to begin. If you are punished by the steward this time, you will be used as a pathfinder. Last year, you didn't come. Last year, several servants at the fourth level of Qi Refining were thrown into the trial secret realm as pathfinders and died. If someone like you goes in, I'm afraid you will be in great danger."
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Xiao Yu looked at the water spirit grass in the field without saying a word. The water spirit grass in his field really did not grow well, just like all their low-level servants, each one was malnourished and uneven.
In the words of those outer disciples, he was full of mortal filth and vulgarity.
In Xiao Yu's memory, due to the conflict between his spiritual roots, he found that he had to keep the ice spiritual power and fire spiritual power in his body balanced since he started practicing, otherwise his dantian would feel painful like a needle prick from time to time.
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