Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

After working as a handyman for half a year, Lin Ye led an old, spirited ox slowly along the rugged mountain path today, as the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

The delivery box he brought with him when he transmigrated was strapped to the ox's back, looking out of place among the sect's artifacts. It was like a delivery person's equipment that had suddenly barged into the world of cultivation, and it didn't fit the atmosphere of this immortal sect at all.

Today, he was ordered to deliver hay to the spirit fields behind the mountain and pick some wild vegetables to take back as a task. He originally wanted to take a secluded path to avoid attracting attention. After all, he knew from his previous life as a food delivery driver that being low-key and avoiding trouble was the only way to complete each "order" safely. However, just as he turned the bend in the mountain, he ran into three outer disciples.

The three men, each wearing an outer sect token at their waist, moved with ease, clearly indicating they were cultivating and training in the back mountains.

Lin Ye, dressed in rough clothes and leading an old ox, didn't pay much attention at first, but when his eyes fell on the strangely shaped box on the ox's back, the leader stopped in his tracks.

"stop."

A cold shout stopped Lin Ye.

Lin Ye's heart tightened, but he dared not show it on his face. He quickly stopped the old spirit ox, bowed his head, and respectfully greeted his three senior brothers. In his heart, he thought to himself: This is a troublesome "customer" who is looking for trouble. There is no way to avoid him.

"Are you from the servants' quarters?" The leading disciple stared sharply at the cow's back. "According to sect rules, servants are not allowed to hoard rare items, let alone bring them into the back mountain at will."

Before he could finish speaking, a tall, thin disciple stepped forward and reached out to lift the rough cloth covering the takeout box: "Open it and let me see. Who knows if you've secretly hidden some of the sect's spiritual materials? It's like you're maliciously confiscating takeout, always finding fault."

Seeing that the outer disciple's hand was about to touch the takeout box on the ox's back, Lin Ye's heart tightened. He immediately stepped forward half a step, blocking the old spirit ox's side and completely hiding the box behind him, his posture becoming even more respectful and humble.

This was his only means of livelihood after he transmigrated, more important than his life, and he absolutely couldn't let anyone rummage through it.

"Senior brother, the box contains only my personal belongings and nothing illegal. Please be lenient."

His voice was low, and he kept his head down, not daring to look up, looking like a servant who could be manipulated at will. However, the star power in his body was already quietly circulating in accordance with the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu", but it was all contained and not a trace was leaked out. He looked just like a deliveryman who was wronged but dared not lash out and had to endure it first.

The disciple dressed in light gray outer sect robes frowned, his gaze fixed on the strangely shaped box, full of suspicion: "All sect artifacts are regulated. This box of yours looks suspicious; it must contain some foreign items. It must be inspected today."

The two people beside him also stepped forward slowly, their expressions indifferent, acting in accordance with the sect's rules, exuding an undeniable sense of pressure.

The skinny man said no more and turned to walk around the woods.

Lin Ye could only move slightly to block in his haste, and his elbow accidentally brushed against the other person's wrist.

This completely enraged the other party.

"How dare you! A lowly servant dares to stop me?"

The skinny man's tone turned cold, and he raised his hand and shoved Lin Ye hard in the chest.

Lin Ye deliberately avoided using his star power to resist, and was pushed backward, crashing heavily into the spirit ox, causing a sharp pain in his lower back.

He smiled bitterly to himself: In his previous life, he had endured being harassed and receiving bad reviews while delivering food. Now, in the world of cultivation, he had to put up with this beating and scolding in order to protect the delivery box.

Before he could regain his footing, another person stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and restrained him firmly.

The skinny man stepped forward and, without any mercy, punched him in the shoulder and kicked him in the back of the knee.

Lin Ye's knees buckled, and he fell straight to his knees, the hard stone ground making his knees numb and turn purple.

A dull pain shot through his chest, shoulder, and lower back, but he kept his head down, neither angry nor struggling, only apologizing in a trembling voice:

"This disciple knows his mistake, this disciple will not dare to do it again..."

Throughout the entire ordeal, he shielded the cow's back with his body, preventing anyone from getting close to the box. Even if he was beaten, he was determined to protect his "delivery box"—a conviction ingrained in his very being.

Although the three attacked with great force, they held back, avoiding serious injury and maintaining the decorum expected of disciples of the sect.

Seeing that it was getting late and that further disturbance might alert the stewards, the disciple who had been holding him back advised, "Senior brother, there's no need to waste time with him, lest you bring trouble upon yourselves."

The skinny man snorted coldly, looking down at Lin Ye who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "I'll let you go for now, but if you dare to bring strange objects to linger in the back mountain again, I will not let you off easily."

After saying this, the three straightened their robes, left calmly, and walked away with steady steps, without the slightest trace of dishevelment.

Only when there was no one else around did Lin Ye slowly stand up, supporting himself on the ground. His whole body was stinging, and every movement aggravated his wounds. A faint metallic taste also appeared on his lips.

He helped the old ox catch its breath for a moment, then untied the rope, took the delivery box off the ox's back, and hugged it tightly to his chest.

The box is too conspicuous; it may be able to be blocked once today, but not forever.

He had no storage bag, no backing, not even the delivery box that protected his only hope and accompanied him through the journey. Thinking back to his previous life, when he worked hard delivering orders in the wind and rain, he could at least earn money with his own strength. But now he felt so frustrated.

Dragging his injuries back to the servants' quarters, he remained the same inconspicuous servant number 007, bullied at will, ignored and uncared for, just like a lowly deliveryman who was ignored by everyone, silently enduring all the grievances.

As night fell, snoring filled the servants' quarters.

Lin Ye huddled in a corner, clutching his delivery box, his wounds throbbing. He suddenly remembered what he'd heard during the day—

An ancient artifact that can be bound to a person by dripping blood; once bound, it can be hidden on one's person and not seen by outsiders.

He bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto the box.

Fresh blood dripped down, without any unusual signs.

The blood oath was completely ineffective.

With his last glimmer of hope extinguished, Lin Ye clutched the delivery box, feeling a pang of bitterness and helplessness in his heart.

Having transmigrated here, I've endured countless scornful looks and verbal abuse. I can't even protect my only support, the only thing I brought from my original world. I've never felt so powerless.

He lowered his head, clutching the box, his heart filled with sorrow, even his strength to circulate his inner energy was waning.

Just then, the delivery box in my arms suddenly felt slightly warm and emitted a faint, soft golden light.

Before he could react, the box transformed into a pale golden light and silently slipped into his left arm.

There was no pain, no unusual sensation, only a cool, warm feeling.

The delivery box vanished into thin air.

Lin Ye's mind stirred, and he silently thought to himself: Come out.

With a faint golden glint, the delivery box landed steadily in my arms. It was still the same familiar box, and touching it gave me a sense of security.

He muttered to himself again: Go in.

The box instantly merged back into his arm, vanishing without a trace, leaving only a lingering, crystal-clear mental attachment.

You can come and go as you please. It's even more convenient than the smartest storage magic device. You'll never have to worry about being confiscated or harassed again!

Lin Ye squatted there blankly, the pain in his body seemed to have faded a lot.

It turns out that it never needed to be bound by blood.

It turns out that it had long been one with him, his most loyal partner from his past life.

He gently pulled the box back into his arm, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu".

The warm golden light flowed slowly through my meridians, soothing my wounds, just like relieving fatigue after a long run.

He remembered the pain of being beaten.

He remembered the contemptuous insult.

In his past life, he delivered food and won countless orders through perseverance and hard work; in this life, he cultivates immortality and can also win against this unfair fate through patience and effort.

From now on, he will remain low-key, patient, and an inconspicuous servant, continuing to play the fool while secretly accumulating strength.

But from this day forward, no one will be allowed to take anything from him, and no one will be allowed to bully him at will!

Lin Ye sat cross-legged on the cold straw mat, completely clearing his mind of distractions, and letting the mental cultivation method slowly circulate.

Deep within his left arm, the warm golden light emanating from the delivery box merged with his own stellar energy, flowing along his meridians. Wherever it passed, the bruises and dull pain gradually subsided, and the stinging sensation in his skin faded little by little.

He didn't rush things. He simply absorbed the sparse starlight around him little by little, transforming it into a restrained golden light to soothe his wounds and refine his barely perceptible stellar spiritual root. He was just like a deliveryman who quietly improves himself and accumulates strength after finishing work late at night.

The servants' quarters were filled with the sounds of snoring, a mixture of sweat and mildew, a stark contrast to the solemnity of the White Jade Square. Yet, it became his safest refuge, a "rest stop" where he could gather strength for a comeback.

He remembered the punches and kicks during the day, the cold stares from above, and the helplessness when he couldn't protect the box.

This humiliation was never a reason to compromise, but rather the source of his confidence to lie low and accumulate strength, and the greatest motivation for his comeback on the path of cultivation.

As the night quietly passed and the sky began to lighten, Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright.

The pain from my injuries has mostly subsided, leaving only a slight soreness, which can be completely resolved by circulating my star power.

His mind stirred slightly, and a golden light flashed on his left arm. The delivery box landed steadily back in his arms, still in the same shape as when he transmigrated, with some wear and tear on the edges, but it held his greatest reliance in this strange world.

After confirming that there was no problem, he had a thought and the box instantly merged into his arm without leaving a trace.

After getting up and tidying his servant's clothes, Lin Ye suppressed all his emotions and returned to his usual taciturn and timid self as the No. 007 servant. He picked up the carrying pole and bucket and went to the kitchen with the others to take his shift.

They still carried water, chopped firewood, and cleaned the stove, doing the most menial and humble work. On the surface, they were hardworking and dutiful servants, but in reality, they were quietly accumulating strength.

Faced with reprimands from his supervisor and exclusion from others, he always kept his head down and endured, saying little and doing little, working quickly and efficiently without attracting any attention, embodying the spirit of "low-key and forbearing" to his very core.

Occasionally, when Lin Ye encounters the three outer disciples who taught him a lesson on the mountain path, he immediately retreats to the side of the road, bows his head, and adopts an extremely humble posture. His eyes are calm and unwavering, showing no trace of the humiliation he suffered yesterday.

The disciples didn't even glance at him, considering him a spineless coward, and had long forgotten about this insignificant servant.

They were completely unaware—

What I let go was a hidden dragon that was silently sharpening its claws and gathering strength in the abyss, ready to take flight.