"Martial Uncle Ming Hao must have been afraid I wouldn't be able to bear it, which was why he chose a place like this."
Luo Bei, dressed in a green robe, carefully wiped the blue stone bricks in the side room as he thought this to himself.
According to Shushan's rules, new disciples had their cultivation tested once every three months. The disciple with the poorest cultivation would have to perform menial chores like a servant.
Luo Bei now understood that, like testing one's cultivation progress before the wordless stone stele, this was mainly meant as encouragement.
No disciple wished to come in last and become a servant doing menial work.
The side room Luo Bei was cleaning now stood in an extremely remote location, on Crow Peak at the corner where Ge Li and Jingshen met.
Other than a row of a hundred side rooms, Crow Peak had no other buildings. From the furnishings and layout, these rooms seemed to be guest quarters for visitors. Yet when Luo Bei had been brought here, every room had been covered in a thick layer of dust, while the courtyards before them were overgrown with weeds. Clearly, not only had this ordinary mountain peak gone a long time without hosting guests, even people from Shushan rarely came here.
The fewer people who came, the less likely anyone would see Luo Bei doing servant-like labor.
But Luo Bei, having already figured out why his cultivation progress was slow, did not feel the sort of crushing emotional turmoil others had imagined he would be unable to endure.
If I stop cultivating the Eternal Life Sutra of Delusion, the Great Dao Direct Pointing Cui Xu Art will surely progress faster.
As Luo Bei crouched on the ground and carefully scrubbed the blue stone bricks, this