Broken Page Technique

When Chen Yuan knelt in front of his grandfather's grave with half a piece of dry food in his pocket, he understood a truth - in this cannibalistic world of immortality, running amok is a dead end. When he joined the Qingyun Sect as a handyman, he never stole the limelight: the outer disciples competed to seize the treasure in the secret realm, and he squatted in the library to sweep ashes and picked up the leftover pages of exercises that others despised. "Chen Yuan? What else can that waste do besides sweeping the floor?" "I heard that he was robbed of monthly money by an outer disciple and didn't dare to say anything. He is really a weakling." "This kind of person can't survive more than three years in the sect!" Until one day, when the blood demon ancestor massacred the whole family and the monks were helpless, the handyman who always hid in the corner suddenly stood up. He stepped on the seven-star step that he had learned secretly, hid in the pile of corpses to avoid the fatal blow, and threw out the medicine residue that had been refined for three years in the stove fire with his backhand - it was actually the lost "Ten Thousand Poison Soul-Eating Powder". He raised his hand again, and what appeared in his palm was the residual page technique that had been treated as waste paper back then, but now he had practiced it to its ultimate state. The Blood Demon Ancestor screamed in horror: "Who are you?!" Chen Yuan patted the ashes on his body and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Don't ask, it's just a luck if you ask." (Muttering in a low voice: After ten years of suffering, I can finally change into new clothes openly)