I Lay Low in the Immortal Sect Until I Became a Nascent Soul Ancestor

Lu Yuan, a good-for-nothing with all five spiritual roots, works as a servant in the cultivation world's most useless sect. By day, he sweeps the formation platform and tends spiritual grain. At night, he secretly practices his self-created Five-Spirit Heaven Devouring Art, relying on his mutated spiritual roots to devour spiritual energy and quietly build his strength. He disguises himself as a hunchbacked shopkeeper to run a black market, sells poisoned pills to cheat Golden Core cultivators, and modifies talismans to destroy prodigies. Yet because of his spiritual energy deficiency, he's mocked as the Nine Realms' sickly weakling.

Then an Nascent Soul patriarch smashes through the mountain gate and steps on the sect leader, roaring with laughter: “This pathetic little sect should have been wiped out long ago!”

Lu Yuan tosses aside his broom and reaches into the void

Spiritual energy vanishes from a thousand miles around, and the enemy leader bursts into a cloud of blood.

The entire sect is stunned: That young disciple who swept the floors is actually a Nascent Soul patriarch?!

He simply picks up his broom and sighs, “The mountain gate's dirty. I'd better sweep it.”

From then on, a saying spreads across the Four Continents:

“Better provoke the King of Hell than the one who sweeps the dust.”