Three thousand years ago, I was the greatest sword immortal in the cultivation world, but while ascending, a bolt of purple lightning struck me straight into a latrine.
Three thousand years later, I woke up in a garbage heap and discovered that I had lost all my cultivation.
At the sect’s assessment, an elder looked at my spirit-testing stone. “A mixed spiritual root? Go sweep the latrines at the Hall of Pure Dust!”
I silently pulled out the founding patriarch’s token and used it as a bath scrubber, then headed for the foulest job in the entire cultivation world.
On my first day cleaning the forbidden grounds, I muttered at a seal, “How did the trash I casually tossed out back then become the sect’s most treasured relic?”
On the second day, while cleaning the alchemy chamber, an elder roared, “Who touched my Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill?”
I held up a half-eaten sugar bean. “You mean this? It tastes pretty good, just a little hard.”
Until one day, when the mountain-guarding array was breached by the Demon Venerable, I raised my broom. “Grand-disciple, three thousand years have passed, and you still haven’t improved at all.”
Hahahaha, beautiful
A good book, the writing is sophisticated and the thoughts are detailed. I like it!
The writing is good, but how come the scene at the beginning is 3000 years ago? Is it 3000 years in the time crack?
It's good, the pace is not sluggish, there is no nonsense, it is worth reading.