That Voice Is so Crisp

[System + Easy] My name is Jiang Li, a handyman of Qingxuan Sect, and a farmer of elixirs. I'm a loser - my spiritual roots are so weak that the spirit test stone doesn't light up, I'm at the bottom of the ninth grade of my root bones, and I only passed one round of the make-up test for comprehension. I was supposed to go down the mountain - the elder Chuan Gong took pity on me because I was an orphan and stayed in the sect as a handyman. This stay lasts for ten years. I thought this would be it for the rest of my life. Until that day when I fell, there was a voice in my head. The voice was pleasant, with a lazy tone, as if he had not woken up and was breathing. She said her name was Xianzhu. She said I woke up, she said I could talk, the kind that really could talk. I thought I was hallucinating. The day Liu Er robbed me of my wotou was the day I truly believed her. I looked at the empty bowl. Her voice sounded, with a hint of smile - telling me not to look at the bowl, stare at him, and say something to ask him to return the things. I did as I was told - Liu Er was stunned and pushed his bowl over. It's not voluntary, it's because the hands don't listen. Her laughter swayed in my head, with a long ending. Then she said yes and told me that Liu Er's godfather would probably come to trouble me tomorrow morning and suggested that I fix the second level of grammar tonight. One last thing to add - his bowl of steamed buns was made of old grain, and the spiritual energy was gone, so it was useless to eat it.