In the cultivation world, where immortal sects abound and might makes right, Ning Chuan is nothing more than an obscure servant in the Qingyun Sect. He rises at dawn each day to chop wood, haul water, and sweep the sect gates, laboring until he is utterly exhausted. His hands are covered in calluses and scars, yet all he gets in return is a meager monthly stipend and ridicule from his fellow disciples. Superior cultivation manuals are locked away, high-grade pills are beyond his reach, and his path to advancement is blocked by mountain after mountain. It seems his fate is to live an ordinary life and fade away without ever amounting to anything.
But who says a servant can't become an Immortal Venerable? Who says servants are only fit to chop wood and boil water? Fate's turning point came without warning...
