Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

Only after the group had walked far away and disappeared completely did Lin Ye slowly get up from the ground and brush the dust off his body.

The look of fear and trembling on his face just moments before vanished without a trace.

He rubbed his cheeks, which were stiff from smiling, and muttered under his breath, "Tch, it's such a small thing, why make such a fuss? You've almost run out of acting skills."

Want to mess with him, a working-class guy? Back when he was a food delivery driver, he had already honed his acting skills to perfection when dealing with difficult customers. This little situation was a piece of cake for him.

In terms of cultivation, he is now inferior even to an outer disciple, let alone an inner disciple. A direct confrontation would be suicidal. But when it comes to feigning weakness and playing dumb to deceive others, no one in the entire sect is better at it than this professional deliveryman!

He looked down at his left arm, his mind stirred slightly, and he clearly felt the delivery box nestled safely inside his body, which put his mind at ease.

He bent down, picked up the bucket of water from the ground, hummed an off-key tune, and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

What are inner disciples and sect rules and inspections compared to his peaceful work and quiet cultivation?

He knew perfectly well that his current strength was meager. Not to mention competing with inner disciples, he still had a long way to go to catch up with the cultivation of ordinary outer disciples.

The survival wisdom of working people has always been to recognize their own limitations, to live a life of compromise, and to avoid taking action if possible.

The time saved can be used for more cultivation and to earn more sect contribution points, which is a hundred times better than being violent and ruthless.

Back in the servants' quarters, Lin Ye took advantage of the fact that no one was around, summoned the takeout box with a thought, gently stroked the box with his fingertips, and happily put the two coarse grain buns he had just received inside.

With this portable, all-purpose delivery box, which helps him nurture his star power and accelerate his cultivation day and night, even with a low starting point, he firmly believes that with the tenacity ingrained in his bones as a working person, he will surely be able to make a name for himself in this world of cultivation.

As night fell, Lin Ye remained huddled in a corner of the servants' quarters, diligently cultivating. Pale golden star power gently enveloped his body, without leaking out at all.

As he circulated the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu" mental cultivation method, he silently calculated in his mind:

Since my cultivation is currently shallow, I should be cautious when necessary and pretend when appropriate, and never try to stand out or be assertive.

In the future, when he uses the delivery box to improve his cultivation, even if he can't compare to the inner sect's prodigies, he can still protect himself. At that time, if anyone dares to cause him trouble or covet his delivery box, he will settle accounts with them one by one!

The most important thing right now is to keep a low profile, quietly develop our strength, and accumulate enough power. That's more important than anything else!

As night deepened, the servants' quarters were filled with the sounds of snoring, and the room reeked of sweat and mildew, a smell that Lin Ye had long been accustomed to.

He huddled in the corner, his pale golden star power flowing slowly around him like a thin mist, extremely restrained.

The takeout box hidden in his left arm continuously purifies and transforms the sparse celestial energy around him. The warm golden light slowly travels along his meridians, gradually strengthening his originally weak foundation.

He became increasingly proficient in using the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu" technique, and his efficiency in absorbing star power was several times faster than before.

Lin Ye closed his eyes and concentrated, completely immersed in cultivation, without the slightest impatience.

In his past life, he worked as a food delivery driver, and he understood the principle that haste makes waste. He knew that running a delivery business required taking things one step at a time, and the same applied to cultivation. Being impatient for quick results would only lead to demonic possession and delay his cultivation progress.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky began to lighten with the first rays of dawn, and the first ray of sunlight slanted through the window cracks into the servants' quarters.

Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes, a golden light flashed in his eyes and then disappeared, before he returned to his usual honest and simple appearance.

After a night of arduous cultivation, the golden star power within his body became even more abundant, and his physical body also became much stronger under the nourishment of the star power. With the slightest movement of his muscles and bones, a soft cracking sound could be heard. He felt refreshed and energetic, without any fatigue from staying up all night.

He quietly stretched his limbs, afraid of disturbing the sleeping servant beside him.

The caution of a working-class person is ingrained in his bones; even with some improvement in his cultivation, he dares not be the slightest bit ostentatious.

The servants' quarters were already bustling with noise in the early morning, with the foreman's rough shouts echoing everywhere.

The servants got up sleepily, looking listless, and slowly walked toward their respective tasks.

Lin Ye got up with the crowd, brushed the grass off his body, and with his usual docile and timid expression, picked up the carrying pole and bucket from the corner of the wall and walked towards the well in the back mountain with practiced ease.

Along the way, whenever he encountered outer disciples, he would retreat to the side of the road early, bow his head and bend his body, keeping a very low profile. Only after the other party had gone far away would he continue on his way. He was as low-key as a transparent person throughout the journey, and was inconspicuous.

Carrying water, chopping firewood, picking vegetables, and cleaning the kitchen—Day after day of heavy work, Lin Ye did it all methodically without uttering a single complaint.

While others complained about the hard work and slacked off, he worked nimbly while secretly circulating his inner energy, allowing the star power to flow slowly within his body, ensuring that he could both work and cultivate without neglecting either.

In his spare time, he would hide in a quiet corner behind the kitchen, summon the takeout box, and take out a coarse grain bun to chew on.

The box still kept the food fresh, and the steamed buns were firm and unspoiled. Compared to the bland and unpalatable food in the servants' quarters, it was a rare treat.

While eating, he silently reviewed his cultivation progress, secretly calculating in his mind: if he continued to cultivate steadily for a while longer, he would be able to successfully break through to the Stardust Into the Body.

By then, even if they cannot directly confront the outer disciples, they will have more power to protect themselves and will no longer need to rely solely on feigning weakness to avoid trouble.

Just as he was engrossed in eating his steamed bun, absorbed in his cultivation insights, a series of light footsteps, accompanied by malicious laughter, approached. It was the skinny outer disciple he had fooled that day, accompanied by two companions, who slowly surrounded him.

"Hey, isn't this that cowardly handyman 007? Enjoying some peace and quiet here all by himself, how pleasant." The skinny man crossed his arms, looking down at Lin Ye with disdain and mockery in his eyes. "What's wrong? Scared out of your wits the other day? You've been quite well-behaved these past few days?"

Lin Ye's heart sank slightly. He quickly stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into the takeout box, and with a thought, he put the box back into his body. He then hurriedly stood up, his face instantly plastered with a fearful smile. He bowed deeply, his voice timid and obsequious: "Greetings, senior brothers. This disciple is merely resting here for a while and has absolutely no intention of disturbing you senior brothers."

He appeared compliant and humble, but his inner star power was already quietly circulating, and a hint of coldness flashed deep in his eyes.

However, his cultivation level is still shallow, and he is no match for the three of them. It is still the best strategy for him to endure and lie low.

Lin Ye lowered his head, his fingertips tightening slightly, maintaining his timid and humble appearance, while his mind raced, devising a plan of action.

His aura became increasingly restrained, and he still seemed like a soft persimmon that could be easily manipulated, but beneath his drooping eyelashes, a sharp and unstoppable edge had already emerged.