"Young man, do you have a Divine Body, a Sacred Body, or some other invincible physique?"
"Young man, are there powerful figures or great experts among your ancestors?"
"Young man, is a powerful expert residing in your body? Or do you have a beautiful master who cares deeply for you?"
The Immortal Sect elder asked three questions in a row, leaving the young man ashen-faced. He had none of those things, but he still believed in himself.
The elder, however, judged him to be a young man with none of the three, fit only to be a menial disciple and destined to spend the rest of his life sweeping floors.
Unable to accept his fate, he died.
Jiang Chen had just transmigrated and taken over this body. When he learned that after transmigrating all this way, he was expected to sweep floors for a hundred years, he felt the sky itself had fallen!
Fortunately, he awakened a sign-in System that granted generous rewards for signing in at places imbued with the Dao.
One year, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...
A menial disciple who sweeps floors?
I'm the Immortal Sect's sweeping monk!
At a single thought, Emperors submit and True Immortals perish. With both hands, I sweep across the eternal heavens!
