The sect has been sweeping the floor for three years, and everyone treats me as trash.
Lin Du had no spiritual roots. He had been sweeping in the sect for three years, had to use six brooms, and wore out the soles of four pairs of shoes. No one could remember his name. The outer disciples only remember "the one who sweeps the floor".
Until one early morning, a "ding" sounded in the woodshed.
"The daily refresh system has been bound. Rules: Rewards are refreshed once every morning."
On the first day, the third level of Qi refining was directly injected into him, and he jumped from a mortal to a height where the outer disciples looked up.
The next day, leaking wind armor - can withstand the full blow of the golden elixir monk.
On the third day, there was no sound of the blade - cutting people was silent, and the source could not be traced.
The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day... Exercises, rings, elixirs, spiritual stones, one piece every day, never fails.
He swept the floor and chopped firewood during the day, and collected equipment and refreshed it at night. No one knew that he wore soft armor on the inside of his clothes, a short blade hidden in his sleeves, and a ring on his finger that could suppress spiritual energy.
Until he dug out a piece of bone under the crooked neck tree in the back hill.
Someone had been there before him. Someone was watching the woodshed at night. Someone started asking questions.
The system is still refreshing. One piece per day. Never a break.
