Every Bone Sharpens the Edge

Ruined temple stone My family lives in a dilapidated temple that is leaky, and I make a living by picking wild fruits. One day when the Immortal Sect was recruiting disciples, I stood in line for three days holding half a piece of rotten cake. When testing the spiritual roots, the elder looked at the meager results and shook his head. "My qualifications are inferior and I can only do handymen when I join the sect." I kowtowed without hesitation: "I will also be a handyman!" While others were showing off their magic weapons, I was chopping wood and carrying water. While others were practicing their sword skills, I was cleaning the animal pens. Until the sect competition, I stood on the stage as a handyman. When a sword split the opponent's flying sword, the whole place was silent. The leader suddenly stood up: "How do you practice swordsmanship?" I answered honestly: "The journey of sweeping 30,000 jins of fallen leaves, chopping firewood into 100,000 sections, and carrying water can go around the mountain a hundred times." "Every time I swing a broom, lift a hatchet, or carry a bucket, I think I am practicing sword practice." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.