Xing Li's cultivation aptitude was far from ideal.
His status token as an Outer Disciple of the Ciyuan Sword Sect proved it. If his aptitude had been outstanding, he would not have been an Outer Disciple. Since he was an Outer Disciple, it showed that his aptitude was truly mediocre.
In terms of cost-effectiveness, Xing Li had no investment value.
The Ciyuan Sword Sect did not support idle people. They had originally planned to sweep him out the door, but seeing that he had neither father nor mother and had a pitiful background, they took him in as an Outer Disciple and assigned him the task of managing the Hundred Herbs Garden.
The Hundred Herbs Garden was the Ciyuan Sword Sect's Spiritual Field. It was overseen by an Outer Elder, and Xing Li took orders under him. Occasionally, when the Elder was in the mood, he would offer some pointers to the Outer Disciples working in the Hundred Herbs Garden.
Xing Li's cultivation was third-rate, and he had yet to establish his foundation. His ultimate technique was the Farmer's Three Punches, and he possessed an equally third-rate Magic Tool—a hoe.
He had been reincarnated into a hell-difficulty dungeon. If nothing unexpected happened, this was probably how his life would go.
But Xing Li was different from the other Outer Disciples. He possessed an ambitious heart. His education level was obviously low—he was a bona fide illiterate—yet he had absolute confidence that he could climb to the summit. He firmly believed that every talent had its use, and that his life would never be spent in obscurity.
Putting everything else aside, his optimistic attitude deserved praise. If he were given a chance to be transformed, he might well be able to seize the future!
The future was right before his eyes.