Ancestor Is Only Level 100, I Am Already Level 999

The first ray of sunshine in the morning penetrated the clouds and shone in front of the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect. The mountains are shrouded in mist, like a fairyland. A group of handyman disciples dressed in gray cloth have begun their day's work. They are carrying water, chopping firewood, or cleaning stone steps, and they move skillfully and quickly. Among this group of handyman disciples, a slender young man was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves. His movements seemed lazy, but every time he moved the broom, he could sweep the fallen leaves into the dustpan accurately, leaving not a single leaf missing. The young man had a delicate face, and there was a sense of indifference between his brows, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. "Lin Xuan! You are lazy again!" A rough voice came from behind. Lin Xuan didn't look back and continued to sweep the floor slowly: "Senior Brother Wang, aren't I working?" Senior Brother Wang strode over and snatched the broom from Lin Xuan's hand: "Look at how much work everyone else has done? You are the slowest!" Lin Xuan shrugged and showed an innocent smile: "I am striving for perfection, so I should clean it up." "Stop talking nonsense! The spiritual field in the back mountain needs to be watered today, go ahead!" Senior Brother Wang ordered with wide eyes. "Yes, yes, I'll go right away." Lin Xuan took the bucket and walked slowly towards the back mountain. On the way, several inner disciples came towards him and showed disdain when they saw Lin Xuan. "It's that useless handyman again."