Mortal Bone, You Are Not Worthy of Advancement

Wang Ba Dan was a mortal waste. When the morning bell of Tianxuan Sect rang for the third time, the bucket on Wang Ba Dan's shoulder had already made seven trips to and from the mountain stream. The bluestone steps were slippery with dew, and with every step up, the straw sandals on the soles of the feet made an unbearable friction sound. Two half-human-high wooden barrels were filled with clear spring water. The water surface swayed violently with his steps, but miraculously not a drop was spilled. This was a skill developed during three years of working as a handyman, and it was also his only commendable ability as a "mortal bone". "Get out of the way! Don't you have eyes?"