Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

Having finally finished emptying the swill, Lin Ye swung his aching arms back into the kitchen when the bearded steward tossed him a bundle of firewood and an axe, his voice so loud it made his eardrums vibrate:

"Go chop wood! If you don't finish before dark, we'll be starving tonight!"

Lin Ye stared at the pile of firewood, which was taller than him, and silently compared the two in his mind:

Delivering food: climbing six floors, carrying heavy objects, and enduring wind and sun.

Working as a handyman: carrying swill, chopping firewood, and smelling foul odors.

In conclusion: You're working no matter where you are; it's just a matter of being a beast of burden in a different place.

He rolled up the sleeves of his delivery uniform and swung the axe. With one strike, the firewood snapped in two, and the wisp of star power within him, as thin as a hair, trembled slightly, dispelling half of his fatigue.

"Wow, this stupid technique is pretty energy-efficient... ah! No, it's pretty energy-efficient."

Today's tasks: Chop wood, endure anger, and secretly cultivate.

Goals: Not to be bullied, not to go hungry, and not to expose my identity.

By the time the firewood was stacked neatly, it was already getting dark.

The servants squeezed into the servants' quarters in twos and threes, while Lin Ye, carrying his precious takeout box, blended into the crowd, looking completely invisible.

He nearly choked to death when he pushed the door open.

The smell of stinky feet, sweat, and mold, combined with the stench of rotten fruit from under the bed, creates a pot of biological weapons from the cultivation world, more potent than a garbage can.

There were seven or eight people lying haphazardly in the room, snoring loudly. Some of them were even muttering "spiritual cake" and "fine wine" in their sleep.

Lin Ye quietly shrank to the innermost corner where there was some ventilation, hugged the delivery box to his chest, and used it as a life-saving pillow.

Just as he settled down, a burly handyman next to him rolled over and slammed one of his legs onto his lap with a "thud," feeling as heavy as a stone.

Lin Ye stood frozen in place, not daring to move, a smile on his face but rolling his eyes inwardly.

In the past, he would have already kicked it back, but now he's just a lowly servant with weak spiritual roots and no one to rely on, so he can only frantically recite the working mantra:

A moment of patience brings peace; taking a step back only makes you angrier; taking another step of patience brings peace.

Once the person was fast asleep, he gently moved his leg and quickly lifted a corner of the delivery box.

The remaining braised chicken and spicy hot pot inside was still warm, its aroma locked inside, untouched by any external contamination.

"Wow, this box is even more professional than the platform's insulated box. It's a portable food preservation marvel in the cultivation world."

Lin Ye's eyes lit up, and he quickly shoveled down two mouthfuls of spicy hot pot.

As the warm, spicy soup entered his stomach, a gentle warmth spread through his dantian, touching the wisp of star power within him, instantly making his meridians feel much more comfortable. He immediately closed his eyes and began circulating the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu".

A mind free of distracting thoughts is as firm as a rock.

As soon as he cleared his mind of distractions, he began to draw the sparse, almost invisible star power around him into his body, bit by bit.

While others cultivate immortality by taking deep breaths, he sips slowly, like collecting coins. It's slower, but more steady.

In the darkness, a faint, almost imperceptible golden light emanated from the bottom of the takeout box, helping him to smoothly channel his star power.

Lin Ye sighed inwardly:

"Others cultivate immortality by driving sports cars, while I rely solely on cycling. But it's okay, cycling avoids traffic jams, doesn't get me points deducted, and doesn't waste gas."

While I was cultivating, several frivolous laughs suddenly came from outside the door:

"Isn't that the weirdo whose spirit-testing only flashes once?"

"He was dressed strangely and carrying a broken box. Let's go in and tease him."

Lin Ye instantly became alert, closed his eyes, tilted his head, leaned against the corner of the wall, and immediately performed his amazing skill of falling asleep instantly, gently snoring.

The door was pushed open a crack, and three outer disciples peeked in. When they saw him sleeping like a log, they immediately lost interest.

"Tch, sleeping like a log, how boring."

"He's just a piece of trash, I can't be bothered with him."

The group left, grumbling and cursing.

Lin Ye waited until the footsteps completely disappeared before quietly opening his eyes and letting out a long sigh:

"Thank goodness, I'll keep a low profile and stay out of the way. Let whoever wants to show off do so."

He continued to circulate his inner energy, gradually accumulating cultivation.

Unbeknownst to them, the sky was beginning to lighten, and the golden light within their bodies had grown slightly thicker. Although it was still inconspicuous, their bodies felt much lighter.

"Upgrade successful - from weak star power to slightly stronger star power."

Lin Ye clenched his fist and felt it, a smug smile secretly creeping onto his lips.

The outside was bright, but the stench from the servants' quarters returned to its peak.

Lin Ye quickly hid the delivery box, rubbed his eyes, got up, and put on an honest expression as he mingled in the crowd to start a new day of work.

As for comebacks, slapping faces, and sweeping aside the proud...

Not urgent.

Once he has accumulated enough cultivation, he will naturally surprise everyone.

He had just stepped outside when the bearded manager blocked his way, poking his face with his rough fingers.

"New 007, clean all three baskets of wild vegetables and fill the water jar today. If you dare slack off, you'll be in for a world of trouble!"

Lin Ye immediately nodded and bowed, "Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Once everyone left, he silently rolled his eyes.

In my past life, I was pressured by the station manager to deliver orders; in this life, I'm pressured by the supervisor to finish tasks. It seems there's no escaping the fate of a working person, no matter where they are.

He first hid the delivery box in the corner of the kitchen, and only after making sure no one was paying attention did he roll up his sleeves and start working.

While preparing vegetables, she didn't rest. She quietly activated the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu" (a book on spiritual energy), and a wisp of spiritual energy circulated throughout her body, making her hands and feet much lighter.

"Others cultivate immortality by meditating and breathing exercises, while I cultivate immortality by picking vegetables and carrying water. I guess I'm unique."

After finally finishing picking the vegetables, he carried the water buckets and hurried to the well by the mountain.

The mountain road was rugged, but the physical strength I had developed from delivering food in my previous life, combined with the nourishment of star power, made the trips back and forth not too tiring.

By the time the water tank was full, the sun had already risen high in the sky.

The pot still contained only mushy vegetable soup, bland and hard to swallow.

Lin Ye seized an opportunity to slip into a corner, secretly lifted the box, dipped his fingertip in the braised chicken broth and sipped it into his mouth. He was instantly so impressed by its deliciousness that his eyes narrowed.

He was startled by the sound of footsteps behind him and slammed the suitcase shut.

Looking back, I saw two of my roommates, each holding a hard, dry wheat cake, their faces full of curiosity.

"What delicious food did you hide in your suitcase? It smelled amazing yesterday."

Lin Ye's heart tightened, and he forced a silly, good-natured smile, scratching his head and pretending to be dumb:

"There's nothing fancy here, just some dry biscuits from my hometown. They're a bit pungent, I'm afraid you'll find them unappetizing."

The two looked at him with some skepticism, but seeing that he seemed honest and unassuming, they didn't ask any more questions and left, munching on their wheat cakes.

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief: Keep a low profile to save your life, and never let the food be exposed!

As night fell again, he dragged himself back to the servants' quarters, knowing exactly where to go, and retreated to a corner, where he circulated his internal energy while holding the box.

As the night deepened, the starlight flowed in more smoothly, and the golden light grew stronger. My senses also became much sharper, and I could hear every rustle of grass and wind outside.

He looked down at the delivery box, a look of relief in his eyes.

So what if one has poor spiritual roots? So what if one has a low social status?

With the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu" cultivation technique and the help of a takeout box, he can steadily and surely advance step by step, and one day he will no longer have to depend on others.

The next day, before dawn, the foreman's shouts rang out.

Lin Ye got up with the others, still sporting that unassuming, honest face, but he knew exactly what was going on in his mind:

Today, I will continue to work hard and cultivate secretly, never causing trouble or showing my face, and contentedly be a worker in the world of cultivation.

after all--

The path to immortality for working people is not about instant success, but about steady progress.

Only those who survive to the end are the winners!