Jiuhuan

Lu Qingyan held the broom and fell into deep thought. In the tenth year of time travel, he was still cleaning the latrine at the outer gate of Xuanxiao Sect. Seeing the disciples of the same generation building the foundation and wielding the sword, the second level of Qi training he had just broken through was shining brightly next to the dung bucket. Until one day I fainted from hunger under the incense table of my ancestor, and a voice roared in my dream: "The luck of the three thousand small worlds has dried up, why is the golden light of merit emerging from your pit?!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.