Summer passed and autumn came, and Third Medicine Valley gradually took on a withered yellow hue.
Yang Jian came before the Blood Prison Great Sage and respectfully offered him a tray piled full of flowers and fruit.
The Blood Prison Great Sage lay sprawled on the ground, glanced at him, and asked carelessly, "Did you wash them clean?"
Yang Jian hurriedly nodded and said softly, "I washed them three times."
The Blood Prison Great Sage lowered his head to sniff them, then said, "Not bad. Keep it up from now on. You may go."
Yang Jian rose, bowed to him, then withdrew.
Ever since Gu An had affirmed his name, he had possessed more fighting spirit than the other disciples. He was not only busy with the miscellaneous work in the valley, but also served the Blood Prison Great Sage and the White Spirit Mouse, showing great attentiveness. His behavior made the other Handyman Disciples look down on him, and gradually, they began to distance themselves from him.
He did not feel awkward about this. Instead, he was filled with anticipation.
He knew very well that his own talent was mediocre. If he merely worked like the other disciples, at most he would obtain one Foundation Establishment Pill.
He felt that even if he established his foundation, it would not change his fate. The Outer Sect had no shortage of disciples in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and they still belonged to the bottom rung.
But if he could gain the valley master's favor, that would be something else entirely!
Without aptitude and without connections, in Yang Jian's eyes, Gu An was the greatest opportunity.
If he were to deliberately curry favor with Gu An, he had no idea how to go about it, so he used his free time to