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In the clouds, a line of egrets was flying in the sky. Several people sat on the egrets, and when they looked at them from afar, they would find that the place where the egrets were flying from was actually an independent mountain peak shaped like a long sword, filled with an ancient and majestic feeling.

"Spirit Sword Sect" was one of the four ancient sects in the Hundred River County. It had a history of nearly six thousand years already, and during this period of time, it was unknown just how many heaven's pride geniuses walked out. They either became famous generals of their country, galloped across the battlefield, or became a marquis of their country.

Today was the day the sect was recruiting new disciples every ten years. Therefore, these courtyards had to be cleaned up today so that it would be convenient for the disciples who joined the sect to quickly check in.

Although they could not be compared with the official disciples, they were not too bad. However, among them, there was a young man in linen robes who stood out especially from the crowd. Not only was his body in rags, it was also dirty.

The youth was already sweating profusely as if the weather was too hot. He stood on the spot, breathing heavily and wiping his forehead with one hand.

"Hey, Shi Ling, what are you dawdling for!?" Do you want to be lazy again? If you don't work, I'll tell you that you can't finish your work today, so don't even think about eating! "

A tall and skinny man yelled at the linen robed youth named Shi Ling.

After hearing that voice, the young man called Shi Ling could not help but cast a glance at him and muttered in his heart: "You speak easily. If you have the ability, why don't you do it yourself?"

Although Shi Ling was unhappy, he still continued to clean up the trash around him and put them into a bamboo cage.

Soon, it was already noon. The servants who were cleaning the courtyard were too tired to do anything. As the sun hung high in the sky, all the service disciples sat down to rest in the courtyard. Only Shi Ling was still busying himself.

At this moment, a fatty was sitting under the pavilion. He looked at the trash that was swept out by the crowd and shouted at Shi Ling, "Brat, come over here for a bit!"

Shi Ling stopped what he was doing and looked at Fatty. After realizing that Fatty was talking to him, he ran over to him. Fatty Xu pointed to the pile of trash on the ground and said, "It's already noon, we have to go eat lunch now. This pile of trash was swept out by us just now.

Shi Ling turned his head and looked at the mountain of rubbish. He opened his mouth and said reluctantly: "No way, that much? "Then wouldn't I have to clean it until the afternoon? By that time, the dining hall will be closed again."

When Fatty Xu heard Shi Ling's words, his face froze and he angrily said: "What? "You don't want to!"

Shi Ling subconsciously took a step back after being stared at by Fatty Xu, because the surrounding servants also surrounded him. Although Shi Ling was reluctant to be outdone by the situation, he still nodded his head. Fatty Xu then nodded in satisfaction and called for the other servants, "Come, let's go eat."

At this moment, the thin, tall man threw a piece of clothing towards Shi Ling. Shi Ling looked at it, and found that it was a specific set of clothes that was given to him by the sect, he stretched out his hand to receive the clothes when he was confused about why his own clothes were in their hands. Then, his eyes widened, because his clothes were covered in dirt, and Shi Ling looked at the thin, tall man and said, "What are you doing with my clothes?"

The skinny, tall man let out a strange laugh and said, "Nothing, I just didn't have a cloth at the back of the pavilion. I saw your clothes on the pavilion, so I lent it to you."

When Shi Ling heard this, he immediately became angry, and shouted at the skinny tall man: "Are you crazy! It's none of your business if I leave my clothes there! "

After hearing Shi Ling's roar, the tall, thin man immediately became annoyed. He signaled the people beside him, and then another group of people surrounded Shi Ling, surrounding him in the middle. The tall man forcefully pushed Shi Ling, and Shi Ling was almost pushed away by him.

When the surrounding people saw Shi Ling being pushed back and almost falling down, they laughed and pointed at Shi Ling.

The lanky man shouted, "Didn't I just borrow it for a bit? What's the big deal, it's not like you're missing anything. You can just take it back and wash it for a few days, and still yell in front of me! "

Shi Ling silently stood where he was and lowered his head without saying anything, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were a little red. The size of these servants was much bigger than him, if he were to make a move, he would definitely be beaten by them for three days without being able to get out of bed.

Seeing that Shi Ling had stopped talking, those people started to laugh strangely again, appearing to be quite proud of themselves. Then, they heard the lanky youth say: "Let's go, let's go eat!"

After saying that, they left.

When they all left, Shi Ling was the only one left in the courtyard. In his anger, Shi Ling kicked a bamboo cage next to him, causing the trash inside to fall out. However, the anger in his heart was still unquenchable.

Looking at the bamboo cage that was kicked over, and then looking at his dirty clothes, even though it wasn't his first time living like this, Shi Ling still couldn't get used to being humiliated all day.

From everything just now, it could be seen that Shi Ling was not favored by these servants because Shi Ling was once an official disciple of Spirit Sword Sect, an existence these servants had hoped would never happen.

At that time, Shi Ling had a cultivation cave that belonged solely to him, and he enjoyed the cultivation resources given by the sect. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Shi Ling lived a life of luxury, and his life was even better than the emperor of the mortal world.

However, this life changed after Shi Ling's cultivation was destroyed.

It happened during the time Shi Ling was participating in the inner disciple exam. Relying on his forward momentum, Shi Ling was able to beat all of his opponents to the point where they had no way of fighting back.

After that, Shi Ling was defeated by the number one genius of the Spirit Sword Sect, the Swordkiller Kuanggran, in a battle to the death, and his cultivation was crippled. If it wasn't for the sect's rule that killing was forbidden during the assessment, Shi Ling would have died on the spot.

Although he managed to survive, the crippled Shi Ling was no longer necessary for the sect to nurture him. Instead of spending a lot of resources to help Shi Ling recover his strength, it was better to nurture a new one.

So, Shi Ling became the abandoned son in the eyes of the sect. Not only did he strip off the cave dwelling that he owned, he also took all the cultivation resources, and after that battle, because he was seriously injured, all the healing medicines that he needed were also cut off. Without the healing medicines, his injuries became worse and worse, and in the end, he lost his talent for cultivation.

Without talent for cultivation, there was naturally no need for them to continue staying in the outer sect. Thus, the sect demoted Shi Ling to a servant, becoming the laughing stock of the other disciples, causing him to be reduced to his current state. The servants who were bullied by the other official disciples all year round, vented out their anger on Shi Ling.

Until today, Shi Ling will never forget how desperate, painful and unwilling he was when he was beaten to death by a bunch of servants when he was just demoted to the service room.

Shi Ling patted on his clothes to remove some of the dirt. Then he folded it again and put it on the floor.

Looking at the rubbish pile in front of him, Shi Ling really wanted to throw away his broom.

But is that really okay? The answer was no, even if Shi Ling told what happened today to the consul in the service department, he wouldn't do anything to Fatty Xu. On the contrary, he would punish him because Shi Ling didn't clean up the trash!

Shi Ling was a person that was easily angered, but he wasn't stupid. With his many years of experience in cultivation, he knew that there was a term called 'patience'. In the current situation, everything was disadvantageous for him.

Thinking to this point, Shi Ling lowered his head to look at his wrist. There was a clear sword mark at that place, which was the scar left after the arm tendons had been cut off by the Spirit Sword Sect genius.

When Shi Ling saw the sword marks on his wrist, his eyes became incomparably cold. He looked towards the direction Fatty Xu and the others left in and muttered to himself, "I will endure you guys for a few days! As long as you wait for me to repair my hand tendons, all of you will die! "

With that, his expression returned to normal. He then picked up the broom beside him and walked over to the trash. He was just like that, quietly cleaning the trash. He had a very serious look on his face.

It was hard to tell what Shi Ling was thinking. After an unknown amount of time, Shi Ling finally let out a sigh of relief after he cleaned up all the trash and put them into a bamboo cage.

He looked at the sky and saw that it was already the middle of the afternoon. His stomach was growling with hunger as he sat down under an eave. He then took out some rations from his bosom.