Good-for-Nothing Errand Boy Picks Up a Damaged Book

Qingyun Sect, the servant quarters.

A Bo crouched in front of the stove, tending the fire, his face smeared with soot as his senior brothers' jeers filled his ears: "A Bo Cai, how much worse have you gotten today?"

Nobody knew that this good-for-nothing, who couldn't even break through to the first level of Qi Refining, had found a waterlogged, tattered book beside the latrine behind the mountain last night.