Upon hearing this, Old Yang said in a deep voice, "As long as you are willing to endure hardship, I do have a way to send you into the Green Mountain Sword Sect."
"What method?"
Zhang Lin looked at Old Yang with excitement.
Old Yang squinted and smiled, "I know an outer sect steward of the Green Mountain Sword Sect who can guarantee you a menial disciple position. As long as you cultivate diligently, you will definitely become an inner sect disciple."
Zhang Lin felt like he had grasped a lifeline. He knelt down in front of Old Yang and pleaded, "Old Yang, please help me. If I ever succeed in my studies, I will never forget you."
"Considering we've known each other for so long, I'll lend you a hand." Old Yang led Zhang Lin to the Green Mountain Sword Sect.
In the outer courtyard of the Green Mountain Sword Sect, Old Yang said with a smile, "Steward Wang, this is my apprentice. He wants to become a servant disciple at the Green Mountain Sword Sect."
Deacon Wang was somewhat surprised. "Old Yang, you actually agreed to let him become a menial disciple at the Green Mountain Sword Sect?"
Old Yang nodded with a smile, "This kid thinks it's prestigious to be a menial disciple of the Green Mountain Sword Sect."
"Uh-huh."
Zhang Lin nodded heavily.
"In that case, you can go in first and get a set of clothes. From now on, you can stay and work in the servants' quarters."
"Thank you, Steward Wang."
Zhang Lin excitedly walked into the servants' quarters.
Old Yang rubbed his hands together, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Deacon Wang, this kid is as good as two men at work."
“A handyman disciple can only be paid a maximum of ten taels of silver; that’s the rule.” Steward Wang tossed ten taels of silver to Old Yang.
Zhang Lin approached the counter of the miscellaneous servants' hall. "Senior brother, I am a new miscellaneous servant disciple."
The young man sitting behind the counter glanced at Zhang Lin, then threw his worn-out clothes in front of him and said impatiently, "Go inside and find an empty bed."
Zhang Lin picked up the servant disciple's clothes and asked respectfully, "Senior brother, do you have any basic cultivation methods?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
The young man chuckled, "You want to cultivate immortality? A menial disciple is a menial disciple for life, with endless chores to do every day. You want to cultivate immortality?"
"Can't menial disciples cultivate immortality?"
"Of course not."
The young man burst into laughter.
Zhang Lin was a little confused. When he first arrived at the Green Mountain Sword Sect, Old Yang clearly said that the servant disciples could cultivate immortality. He hurriedly ran outside, but Old Yang was nowhere to be seen in the courtyard.
"Deacon Wang, I don't want to be a menial disciple anymore."
"Too late! Since we're already here, we might as well make the best of it."
Clouds and mist appeared outside the mountain gate. This was the mountain gate barrier of the Green Mountain Sword Sect. Ordinary people could not pass through the barrier at all. Looking at Green Mountain Town shrouded in clouds and mist, Zhang Lin realized that he had been deceived by Old Yang. He knew that it would be useless to explain now. If he wanted to escape from here, he would have to wait at least three more years.
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