"Master, what level is my cultivation, exactly?"
"Foundation Establishment, I guess. Just barely passing."
Lin Bufan believed him. So he slung a promissory note over his shoulder and came down the mountain, ready to work honestly and pay off his debt.
That was until he casually cleaved the assessment formation in two, until an alliance elder stared at his cultivation method and turned pale, until the rogue cultivators started spreading the name "Wangchen of the Wulong Temple" like wildfire.
He was still wondering: Aren't these just the basics?
A young Taoist who thinks he barely passed, a top-tier temple erased from history, and a journey down the mountain that dismantles the whole culture of overwork by refusing to join the rat race.
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