Seven Years of Menial Labor

Sun Wukong leaned in close to Li Shou, somewhat impatient.

"Master, I, Old Sun, came to Fangcun Mountain to learn real skills! When are you going to teach me something genuine?"

His eyes shone, filled with longing for the art of immortality.

Li Shou smiled faintly, brushed his robe sleeve lightly, and said in an unhurried voice, "Dharma cannot be passed on lightly, and the Dao cannot be taught lightly."

"Methods for eternal youth and undying life, for sharing the lifespan of Heaven itself, are even more so."

"Since the two of you have entered my sect, you must first grind away some of that impetuousness."

His gaze swept over Sun Wukong, then landed on Ye Feng.

"For now, live on the mountain through several autumns and winters. Watch the clouds rise and fall, listen to the wind in the pines and the birdsong, do some sweeping and tidying of the courtyard. When the heart is still, the Dao will naturally come."

The moment Sun Wukong heard he had to wait, he immediately wilted a little, but he did not dare object. He could only answer gloomily, "Yes, Master."

Ye Feng, however, understood it perfectly in his heart.

Classic plot, right!

Before long, a refined-looking Daoist in blue robes led them to a quiet wing room in the rear mountain.

"Junior Brothers, this will be your residence from now on. If you lack anything or need anything, tell me at any time."

As the Daoist briskly tidied the room, he spoke gently.

Ye Feng sized up this Senior Brother and muttered inwardly.

This one looked pretty normal. He probably wasn't one of those people who drove excavators or worked on Immortal Artificial Intelligence.

Suddenly, something stirred in his heart, and he opened his mouth tentatively.

"Odd changes, even stays the