Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

Lin Ye held a delivery box in his arms, his blue delivery uniform soaked with sweat and dust. Among a group of people in ancient costumes with wide robes and neat clothes, he stood out like a light bulb in the dark, an oddity that seemed to have crawled out of a comic book.

The weasel-faced youth was startled by his shout, then stepped forward, his neck stiff with disdain: "You unlucky thing, get lost! Don't block my way into the inner sect for spirit testing. If you ruin my opportunity, I'll throw you to feed the spirit dogs!"

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to pry open the box in Lin Ye's arms, using all his strength to push him away.

Lin Ye pulled his hand back, tightly protecting the delivery box to his chest with such force that it was as if he were protecting a million orders.

This was no ordinary box; it contained all his belongings after he transmigrated. The food inside was his only hope in this strange world, and he would never allow anyone to touch it before he figured out the rules.

In his past life, he worked as a food delivery driver, braving wind and rain. He was very good at reading people's expressions. Now, everyone around him was solemn, and he could tell that this spirit reading was a serious occasion. Making a rash move would only lead to a big loss. So he suppressed his anger and said coldly, "If you want to have your spirit read, then line up. I won't block your way, but don't touch me."

After saying that, he silently took half a step back, no longer arguing with the other party, appearing to be well-behaved, but in his mind he was quickly calculating his current situation.

He is now helpless and his spiritual roots are unknown. If he rashly sticks out, he will only be courting death. The first rule of survival for a working person is: if you don't know the rules, speak less. Not causing trouble is the first step to survival.

Seeing Lin Ye back down, the monkey-faced boy became even more smug. He snorted and turned to join the queue, muttering sarcastic remarks as if he thought Lin Ye was afraid of him.

Lin Ye pretended not to hear, quietly standing at the end of the line with his takeout box, subtly observing his surroundings, silently noting the process of the spirit test and the reactions of those around him, without making any unnecessary moves.

The group entered the spacious white jade square, where a black stone tablet, about half a person's height, stood in the center. The tablet was covered with ancient seal script and surrounded by faint starlight, giving it an extremely majestic appearance.

Several blue-robed deacons sat on the high platform, expressionless, holding jade slips and recording information. They exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. Any disciple who made a fuss was met with a cold rebuke, and the entire scene was orderly.

"Next."

Soon it was Lin Ye's turn. He composed himself, carried the delivery box and strode forward, keeping his head down the whole time. He was extremely humble, completely lacking the toughness he had shown earlier, and appeared timid and reserved, trying to minimize his presence.

The goatee-bearded deacon on the platform glanced at him, and seeing his strange clothes and slovenly appearance, his brows furrowed instantly, and he said impatiently, "Put your hands on the spirit-testing platform, concentrate and calm your mind, and don't move around."

"Yes, Steward." Lin Ye responded obediently, his tone respectful, without uttering a single extra word, and daring not to make any outrageous move.

He followed the example of the people in front of him, carefully placing his right hand on the cold surface of the monument. Although he was flustered, he always remembered not to disrupt the order and behaved properly throughout the process, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The next second, something strange happened.

The stone tablet remained completely still. Not only did it not emit any spiritual light or manifest any spiritual root attributes, but it also did not emit even the slightest glimmer of light, making it no different from the black stones that could be seen everywhere at the foot of the mountain.

According to common sense in this world, even the worst mixed spiritual root of the four attributes would emit a faint starlight when the palm of the person placed on the stone tablet, and those with outstanding talent would be radiant with light, attracting the attention of the entire audience. However, this spirit testing platform, facing Lin Ye, was completely silent.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, but no one dared to raise their voices. They simply looked at each other with their heads down, their eyes filled with undisguised mockery and disdain.

"I thought he was some kind of weirdo, but it turns out he's just a useless piece of trash with no spiritual roots."

"It's not even a mixed spiritual root, it's practically a born waste of resources, keeping it in the sect is just a waste of food."

"They could only be relegated to the servants' quarters to do the most menial jobs."

The boy with the pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks grinned from ear to ear, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Lin Ye, almost as if he was about to publicly insult him.

Lin Ye loosened his grip, his heart skipped a beat, but on the surface he pretended to be at a loss and dejected, though a thought flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes.

He was struck by lightning and transmigrated here, and he also obtained that mysterious "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu". It is impossible that he really has no spiritual root. It must be that this Spirit Testing Platform cannot sense the stellar spiritual root of the cultivation technique.

He took a deep breath, followed the incantation in his mind, focused his mind to eliminate distractions, and circulated a barely perceptible wisp of star power before placing his hand on the stone tablet once more.

Om-!

A wisp of pale golden light, as thin as a hair, flashed from his fingertip and disappeared so quickly that no one noticed. The next second, the stone tablet returned to its deathly silence.

No one present noticed the fleeting golden light. The goatee on the platform waved his hand impatiently, picked up the jade slip, and hastily wrote: "No spiritual root, not a disciple. Assigned to the outer sect miscellaneous service courtyard, number 007. Immediately go to the kitchen to work."

Lin Ye was secretly delighted, but on the surface he still looked dejected and defeated. He carried the delivery box, bowed, and turned to leave without saying a word. He behaved himself the whole time and did not resist at all, which completely dispelled everyone's suspicions.

The mocking gazes behind him felt like needles pricking his back, but Lin Ye pretended not to feel them and followed the directions, hurrying towards the kitchen in the servants' quarters.

As soon as he entered, a strong smell of smoke mixed with the stench of spoiled food hit him. A murky soup was simmering in a large iron pot, and several rough-looking laborers were busy chopping wood and starting a fire. The bearded man in the lead looked him up and down with disdain as he entered.

"The new handyman? Carrying that tattered box, he's obviously a lazy bum." The bearded man casually pointed to the slop bucket in the corner and sternly ordered, "Go, carry this bucket of slop to the back hill and dump it, then clean the kitchen thoroughly. If you dare to slack off, you'll be in for a beating!"

Lin Ye looked up and saw that the slop bucket was dark and covered with a layer of rotten oil, with a pungent smell. Looking at the clean takeout box in his arms, he felt aggrieved, but still nodded silently.

Working people are flexible and adaptable. When they start out at the bottom, they have no choice but to endure.

So what if one has poor spiritual roots? So what if one becomes a menial servant?

While others rely on talent or connections to cultivate immortality, he relies on the resilience of a working person and that mysterious Starry Sky Technique, steadily and surely advancing step by step.

Cultivating immortality is just like delivering takeout; there's no instant success, only gradual accumulation. As long as you persevere, there will always be a day when you rise above your circumstances.

He picked up the slop bucket and walked step by step toward the back mountain, secretly vowing that one day he would get rid of this menial job and live his own life in this world.