Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

As the sun began to set and the sea of ​​clouds was tinged with a warm gold, Lin Ye, having completely stabilized his cultivation at the Star Pivot Platform, bid farewell to Jiang Xubai and Shen Qingyuan, who were still waiting for him below the platform, and strolled alone toward the meditation room.

Xingjin perched on his shoulder, his little belly round and plump like a fluffy ball of spirit fruit. His little paws were still tightly gripping half of the uneaten spirit fruit, and he was dozing off with his round eyes half-closed, occasionally smacking his little mouth. He was probably still eating spirit fruit in his dreams.

Lin Ye walked very lightly, afraid of disturbing the "chief sparring partner beast". Along the way, he watched the spiritual herbs swaying and the spiritual springs gurgling in the immortal mansion, and his state of mind became more and more peaceful.

Just as they reached the path where the Immortal Abode and the Outer Gate Servant's Courtyard met, a harsh shout, like a red-hot iron, suddenly pierced the tranquility of the forest.

"You blind fool! You can't even block my way while sweeping the floor, you're just a worthless piece of trash!"

Lin Ye looked in the direction of the sound and saw three boys dressed in inner sect disciple robes pushing and shoving a servant boy.

The boy's name was Ayan. He was tall and sturdy with dark skin, broad shoulders and a thick back. He looked like someone who had worked hard for many years, carrying stones and water. His tall body was wrapped in a faded coarse cloth outfit. He didn't care about his appearance, but instead exuded a sense of solid and reliable strength, like a hardworking little iron tower.

He was clutching a tattered broom with all its bristles gone when three inner disciples shoved him to the ground. Blood instantly appeared on his palms and knees, and the dustpan beside him was kicked over, scattering withered leaves all over the ground, making it look like a garbage dump swept by a strong wind.

The three inner disciples who bullied him were all "troublemakers" who usually idled away their time and bullied lower-level disciples by relying on their cultivation. Seeing that Ayan was strong but was just a helpless servant with no sect or background, they bullied him at will.

The young man in the lead deliberately kicked the fallen leaves on the ground, his face full of arrogance, just like a victorious little rooster.

Ayan had a square, honest face, his chapped lips pressed tightly together, but his eyes were as firm and resolute as a black stone. Even though he was trembling with pain all over, he didn't show the slightest bit of cowardice or flattery. He just gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Fellow senior brothers, I'm the one who blocked your way. I'll clean up right away and won't delay you any longer..."

"What good is an apology? You ruined my cultivation, can you afford to compensate me?" The leading disciple sneered, rolled up his sleeves and raised his foot, as if he wanted to trample Ah Yan like a withered leaf, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The servants and low-ranking disciples passing by were all angry but dared not speak out. They lowered their heads and quickly slipped away, afraid of getting into trouble, just like a group of startled rabbits.

Just as the kick was about to land on Ayan, a burst of pure white star power suddenly struck, like a soft yet indestructible piece of cotton, gently deflecting the outer disciple's foot.

The disciple stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face, and immediately jumped up and shouted angrily, "Who? Who dares to meddle in other people's business!"

Lin Ye walked forward slowly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his aura calm and restrained, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of violating the sect rules by bullying the weak and oppressing the servant disciples among your fellow disciples?" Lin Ye's voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority, like a stone pressing down on people's hearts.

The three outer disciples turned around and saw Lin Ye's face. Their arrogant red expressions instantly turned into terrified white.

They naturally recognized him as Lin Ye, the third disciple of Elder Xuanzhen who had recently gained prominence in the sect and was now a disciple of the Qingxuan Immortal Mansion. He was someone they could only look up to and not even dream of, so they dared not be presumptuous.

"Yes, it's Senior Brother Lin Ye..." The leading disciple instantly lost his arrogance, stammering like a duck being choked, "We, we were just joking with this servant, we didn't mean to bully him..."

"A joke?" Lin Ye's gaze swept over the injured A Yan on the ground, his tone even colder. "Pushing someone down and causing injury, wantonly damaging other people's property, is this your joke? Apologize immediately and get out of here, or I will go to the sect's deacon hall and have a proper discussion with you."

The sect's affairs hall has always been impartial. Once someone is found guilty of bullying fellow disciples, they will inevitably be punished by being confined to a secluded place, or even stripped of their status as an outer disciple.

The three disciples' hearts skipped a beat. They dared not say another word and could only reluctantly wink at Ayan and say "I'm sorry." Their attitude was even more unpleasant than being forced to eat spiritual fruit. After saying that, they slunk away without even having the courage to look back.

The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the villain escape. They looked at Lin Ye with gratitude and then dispersed, afraid of being implicated if they were late.

Lin Ye bent down and reached out to help Ayan up from the ground. He was a deliveryman by nature, always ready to help those in need and treat everyone equally, never discriminating based on status. His act of helping Ayan showed no sense of superiority whatsoever.

Ayan was tall, even taller than Linye when he stood up. His broad shoulders and thick back made him stand straight, but he looked a little awkward and unsure of himself. A shy blush rose on his dark face, like a piece of charcoal.

Lin Ye took out a healing elixir that his sect always kept in his sleeve and handed it to him, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze: "Apply this to your wounds, and they will heal faster. You won't have to be so tolerant in the future."

Ayan took the elixir, his calloused hands trembling slightly. He had lost both his parents at a young age and was taken in by the sect as a servant. He did the hardest work every day, carrying heavy loads on his shoulders without ever complaining, but he also suffered cold looks and oppression.

No one had ever protected or helped him like this before. The senior brother Lin Ye in front of him was highly skilled and of noble status, yet he was so gentle to him, a lowly servant. He would never forget this kindness.

The next second, the tall and sturdy man suddenly knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times to Lin Ye. His forehead hit the bluestone ground with a dull thud, which made the surrounding dust fly up slightly.

His eyes were sincere and resolute, every word came from the bottom of his heart, and his voice was as deep as a drumbeat: "Senior Brother Lin Ye, you are kind-hearted and your cultivation is profound! I, Ayan, have wanted to cultivate immortality since I was a child, but I had no way to do so and could only survive by doing menial tasks! Today you saved me from danger, and I wish to become your disciple, serving you faithfully for life! I will devote myself to cultivation and never betray you! I beg you, Master, to accept me as your disciple!"

He exuded a simple and honest tenacity, like a calf that never turns back once it has chosen a direction, full of longing for immortality and unwavering devotion to the forest.

Xingjin woke up from Lin Ye's shoulder, tilted his little head, and stared at Ayan kneeling on the ground with his round eyes. He showed no hostility, but instead rubbed against Lin Ye's cheek and pointed at Ayan with his little paws, just like a little referee pleading for mercy, meaning "This disciple is reliable, take him in."

Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart and quickly reached out to help him up, saying with a smile, "Please get up quickly. I am still cultivating myself, and my cultivation is shallow. I may not be able to teach you."

"Your mind is made up!" Ayan gripped Lin Ye's sleeve tightly, so tightly he almost ripped Lin Ye's robes. His eyes were unwavering, like a rock welded to its core. "Your disciple can endure hardship and is willing to cultivate diligently! All my strength is the result of hard work; I'm not afraid of fatigue or suffering! I don't seek high cultivation levels, I only wish to follow Master, learn skills, and no longer be bullied! In the future, I want to protect Master and those who, like me, are bullied! If Master doesn't accept me, I will kneel here until Master accepts me!"

After saying that, he stiffened his neck and was about to kneel down again. His sincere and stubborn tenacity was just like his own when he was unwilling to be mediocre and looked down upon.

Lin Ye looked at the young man before him, his heart moved. He had transmigrated here alone, initially with no one to rely on and being looked down upon. Now he had a sect, senior brothers and sisters, but he also wanted to have his own legacy and pass on this kindness.

Ayan is kind-hearted. Although he comes from a humble background, he has a resilient and benevolent heart, and he is grateful for kindness. His physique is also of superior quality, which is the most precious quality and foundation for a spiritual practitioner.

Lin Ye pondered for a moment, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes, and nodded solemnly: "Alright, I'll accept you as my disciple!"

Upon hearing this, Ayan's dark face instantly broke into a warm, honest smile that shone brighter than the sun, and his eyes welled up with tears, like a child who had just received candy.

He knelt down respectfully once more, performing three bows and kowtows, his voice deep and solemn, so powerful that it made Lin Ye's eardrums tremble slightly: "Disciple Ayan greets Master!"

"Get up." Lin Ye helped him up, feeling a unique sense of fulfillment welling up inside him.