Life in the Servant Hall, No One Chose Monkey? Three Years After Three Years After Three Years

One year.

Two years.

Three years...

Several years passed.

Monkey worked diligently in the Servant Hall.

Because he was hardworking and often went out of his way to befriend Inner Sect Disciples and Outer Disciples, calling this one Senior Brother and that one Immortal, and because he spoke sweetly,

he unexpectedly built up quite a network of connections.

He had even gained a fair bit of renown among the inner and outer sect disciples.

Every year, sixty to seventy percent of the Servant Hall workers left, and that figure remained steady year after year.

This was because many workers chose to stay behind as laborers, full of excitement and confidence at first.

But as they continued, they discovered that things were not as simple as they had imagined.

Being a servant seemed to mean truly being nothing more than a servant.

Outer Sect Disciples might be better; they would not treat servants with any particular hostility.

But the Inner Sect Disciples were all proud figures who looked down on others. Was becoming a servant merely about waiting on such people?

First, three years of hard labor in the monastery. Then three years as servants to those Inner Sect Disciples. Then another three years spent studying scriptures, followed by a one-year assessment period...

Such a long stretch of time.

Who could guarantee that they would truly be accepted into the inner sect?

There were examples every year. Many people persisted for ten years.

Yet in the end, they still lacked that fated opportunity. They could only learn a few skills to support themselves and leave Fangcun Mountain in disappointment.

Since the outcome was leaving anyway, why not leave earlier?

Thus,

every year, groups of people left after failing to see any hope. Some even endured the first three years, only to