"That's good, it's more fulfilling this way."
Ye Chen felt the fatigue of his body, and a sense of satisfaction emerged in his empty heart.
He didn't care that he couldn't practice.
…
Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle.
Ten years passed in a flash.
In the menial yard, people came and went, one group after another.
Of the thousands of menial disciples who were in the same period as Ye Chen, most of them were successfully promoted to outer disciples.
Those with better talents have even become inner disciples.
Even those disciples with the worst qualifications who were still staying in the menial work yard had successfully drawn Qi into their bodies and taken the first step in their cultivation.
Only Ye Chen, the past ten years have left no trace on him.
He still wore the washed-out chores uniform, repeating the heavy chores day after day.
There was no sign of Qi entering his body.
He is still an ordinary person.
"It seems that Zhang Yi, who reached the top of the ladder, is really just a mortal."
"Tsk tsk, what a pity! I'm afraid I'll just die of old age in this menial yard."
"Hey, what's wrong with that?"
A errand disciple who had already reached the first level of Qi Refining chuckled and pointed at Ye Chen who was silently carrying water in the yard.
"With him here, all the dirty work in our menial yard is done by him alone."
"We just have some free time now, so we can concentrate on practicing!"
"That's true! Hahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter and looked at Ye Chen with contempt.
No one cares about the life or death of a mortal, let alone his sadness.
During these ten years, Zhang Yuan came to the menial service yard many times.
He is now a leader among the inner disciples, wearing a blue robe that symbolizes the inner sect elite and has a calm temperament.
"Brother Zhang Yi!"
He watched as Ye Chen took on all the work in the menial yard while the other menial workers were meditating in the house, and his face turned ashen with anger.
"You bastards! You're bullying him again!"
Zhang Yuan roared at the menial disciples.
The powerful spiritual pressure made the menial disciples turn pale and beg for mercy.
"Brother Zhang Yuan, calm down! This is none of our business! He wanted to do it himself!"
"Yeah, yeah! We want to help, but he won't let us!"
Ye Chen put down the broom and turned his head, his face still with that dull expression.
"Brother Zhang Yuan, I volunteered."
He looked at the furious Zhang Yuan and said calmly, "I like this kind of life."
"you……"
Zhang Yuan was choked by his words and was speechless for a long time. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.
"Brother Zhang Yi, I believe that one day you will embark on the path of cultivation!"
Zhang Yuan took out several jade bottles from his storage bag and stuffed them into Ye Chen's hands.
"These are Qi Gathering Pills, the cultivation resources I saved. Take them! They might be useful to you!"
But these pills that low-level cultivators fight over are of no use to Ye Chen.
He couldn't even taste it, and after swallowing it, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no reaction at all.
…
Another ten years passed.
It has been exactly twenty years since Ye Chen came to Cangyue Sword Sect.
He still did all the dirty and tiring work in the menial yard every day in a dull manner.
Then, he would pick up a big broom and clean the mountain gate square at the end of the 30,000-step ladder.
Twenty years have passed like a day.
In the mountain gate square, the figure sweeping the floor silently has become a unique landscape of the Cangyue Sword Sect.
The disciples coming and going were already accustomed to him.
The new disciples would ask a question out of curiosity, while the old disciples would just give a casual reply.
"Oh, that sweeper, he's a mortal named Zhang Yi, he has some mental problems."
Gradually, no one paid attention to him anymore, and he was ignored by everyone.
No one knows.
Deep in Ye Chen’s sea of consciousness, the enlightenment bead is engraved with every fallen leaf he has swept over the past twenty years.
Every breeze I have felt, every sunrise I have seen.
These scenes, which are the most common in the eyes of mortals, are all recorded by this bead and evolved into mysterious Taoist rhymes.
During these twenty years, Zhang Yuan successfully broke through to become a foundation-building cultivator with his average talent and unremitting efforts.
He became one of the few Foundation Establishment cultivators among the younger generation of the Cangyue Sword Sect.
This cultivation speed is considered top-notch in the entire sect.
"Brother Zhang Yi, it's been twenty years. Do you really want to be a mortal for the rest of your life?"
Zhang Yuan stood in front of his cave, looking at the tiny figure in the mountain gate square with a complicated look in his eyes. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.
He has now accepted that Ye Chen is a mortal without any talent. As his cultivation level improves, he also knows that the fate of becoming an immortal cannot be forced.
Zhang Yuan withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked into his cave, preparing to go into seclusion to reach a higher level.
In the square, Ye Chen was still sweeping the floor silently.
However, on this peaceful day, a thunderous roar broke the tranquility of the Cangyue Sword Sect.
"Old dogs of the Cangyue Sword Sect, I am Feng Ling of the Biluo Sect, and I have come to pay my respects to you!"
The extremely arrogant voice mixed with spiritual energy spread to every corner of the Cangyue Sword Sect.
An old man, accompanied by the pressure of a peak Nascent Soul stage, descended on the gate square of Cangyue Sword Sect, followed by several young Foundation Establishment disciples.
In the mountain gate square, countless disciples were so shocked by this pressure that their blood was boiling and their faces turned pale.
Ye Chen was still sweeping the fallen leaves in the mountain gate square.
But Ye Chen did not react at all, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves slowly in the mountain gate square.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The moment the voice fell, Yue Yunxuan and several elders of the Cangyue Sword Sect instantly arrived at the mountain gate square, as if facing a great enemy.
The old man was wearing a dark green robe and standing in the air with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of arrogance.
The young disciples following behind him all had sharp eyes, like unsheathed swords, and they were all outstanding in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"Feng Ling!"
Yue Yunxuan stared at the old man, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it.
"What brings you to my Cangyue Sword Sect?"
The Biluo Sect and the Cangyue Sword Sect are both the two most powerful sects in this world, but there has been a long-standing grudge between the two sects.
The Biluo Sect is ambitious. Not only does it have several elders at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but it also has two supreme elders who are half a step away from becoming a god. Its strength is unfathomable.
Although the Cangyue Sword Sect has two supreme elders who are half a step away from becoming a god, the only one who has the combat power of the peak Nascent Soul stage is the sect leader Yue Yunxuan.
In terms of overall strength, the Biluo Sect is obviously much stronger than the Cangyue Sword Sect!
Over the years, the Biluo Sect has always wanted to annex the Cangyue Sword Sect and become the sole overlord of this world.
This time, the Great Elder Feng Ling, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, was sent in person, which clearly showed that he had ill intentions.
"Hahaha, why is Sect Leader Yue so nervous?"
Feng Ling let out a shrill laugh and swept his arrogant gaze over the people behind Yue Yunxuan.
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