Is This the Treatment for a Menial Disciple?

"This place isn't bad!"

Lin Chen ultimately secured the top score in the assessment, becoming a menial disciple of the Green Mountain Sect's Sect Leader Peak.

Not that no one wanted him.

Quite the opposite—when handling the entry procedures, multiple people vied for him.

Unfortunately, the Sect Leader simply refused to let go.

The others had no choice but to give up.

After finishing all the formalities, it was nearly dark.

At this moment, he stood in the Sect Leader's grand hall.

In the hall, a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, exuding extraordinary valor, was rapidly reviewing various jade slip memorials with lightning-fast hands.

"You must be Junior Brother Lin Chen, right?"

After a moment, the young man looked up, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazed at Lin Chen.

"I'm Ming Bufan. You can call me Senior Brother."

This senior brother was gentle and refined, without a trace of arrogance, making him feel instantly approachable.

Lin Chen felt no pressure at all. He cupped his fists in salute. "Lin Chen pays respects to Senior Brother."

Ming Bufan raised his hand and gently pressed downward. Lin Chen only felt a soft force sweep over his body, as if someone had steadied him.

"No need for such formalities. Our Sect Leader Peak doesn't have many people; we all get along like family."

As he spoke, Ming Bufan rose, his form flickering as he lightly landed beside Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was astonished to see a patch of multicolored auspicious clouds rising beneath their feet.

Stepping on it felt soft and bouncy.

Then, they took off into the air.

"Don't be afraid. I'll take you to meet a few other junior brothers."

Before Lin Chen could respond, they flew straight out of the hall.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already midair.

"So this is what flying feels like?"

In his past life, he'd ridden in airplanes, but compared to this direct flight, it lacked so much in experience.

Though it was night now, the Sect Leader Peak was as bright as day.

Lin Chen watched the ground whizzing by beneath him, utterly thrilled.

This was a feeling only found in dreams.

He slowly spread his arms, feeling the fierce wind against his face, a surge of wanting to howl rising in him.

He ultimately restrained himself, gradually returning to normal.

"Senior Brother, is this a dharma treasure?"

"Dharma treasure?"

Ming Bufan answered with a smile: "That's just a general term for the tools cultivators use.

In detail, they're divided into: magical tools, spirit tools, spirit treasures... each further split into lower, middle, upper, and supreme grades.

Among these treasures, there are also acquired, innate, and lifebound ones.

The auspicious clouds beneath us are an acquired spirit tool..."

The two exchanged questions and answers, quickly arriving at the mountainside.

They hovered in midair, and Ming Bufan began to introduce: "This is your Second Senior Sister, Jian Rushuang. She's skilled with the sword. When you see her, don't say a word—even if she asks you something, don't answer."

Second Senior Sister looked quiet and gentle.

If this were modern society, she'd be a soft, adorable girl—could she really eat someone?

Lin Chen felt puzzled but didn't ask further.

He nodded to show he'd noted it.

"She's spotted us. Let's go."

Ming Bufan seemed afraid of something, his speed instantly spiking to the extreme.

Soon, the two arrived at the back mountain.

Before they even got close, they felt a wave of heat.

From afar, they saw a figure busy amidst flames.

A crisp, pleasant clanging sound rang out.

They stopped in midair again.

Ming Bufan continued his introduction: "This is your third senior brother, Qi Ruming. He's skilled with artifacts and has a warm heart. If you need anything, you can seek him out."

"On the entire Sect Leader Peak, including Master, you, and me, there are only five people."

Ming Bufan spoke as he flew back, "Your task is to take care of Master's meals and daily needs. The three of us don't require your attention."

That's it?

Wasn't I supposed to be a menial laborer?

Wasn't I supposed to do the hardest, most exhausting work?

"Also, Master enjoys writing and painting. Remember to fetch his supplies for him. That's about all. I'll take you to your quarters."

A moment later, the two landed at the mountain peak, where clouds and mist swirled like a celestial realm.

Through the haze, a building resembling a courtyard house came into view.

"See that tower behind the courtyard?" Ming Bufan pointed at the structure below and said:

"Master spends all year in seclusion within that tower, so this courtyard will essentially be yours alone to live in. Take good care of it, and when Master emerges from seclusion, you must be ready to attend to him at a moment's notice..."

The two descended slowly, and Ming Bufan gave many more instructions, covering every detail.

Only after he had settled Lin Chen thoroughly did he finally leave.

Standing in the middle of this grand courtyard, Lin Chen felt as if he were dreaming.

Didn't they say menial laborers had it hard, were exhausted, and never got any sleep?

But his role as a menial laborer was completely different.

Not only did he have a gentle and refined senior brother, but he also had this entire huge courtyard all to himself.

He had never dreamed he could enjoy such treatment.

Lin Chen was too excited to sleep and wandered alone around the courtyard.

Since he had taken on this job, he would give it his all.

He was determined to manage Sect Leader Peak well.

After familiarizing himself with the surroundings, he returned to his own quarters.

The task of staying at Green Mountain Sect was accomplished.

His next priority was to earn spirit stones and rapidly increase his cultivation and strength.

But before that, he still had to complete the Sect Leader's task.

Otherwise, given that old man's temper, he would surely tear him apart.

Additionally, he needed to build good relations with his three senior brothers and sisters on Sect Leader Peak.

They would all be part of his future network.

There was also one more thing: he had to investigate the truth behind the Lin family's massacre and exact revenge.

That was the price he paid for transmigrating here.

He suspected this matter might be connected to Green Mountain Sect, especially Lord Qin's nephew.

As for Huang Mingyuan, Liu Ruyan, and the others, they had already been expelled from the sect and were nothing to fear.

Even if they grew stronger in other sects in the future, could they keep up with him?

Ridiculous!

Lin Chen planned out his future and stayed awake all night.

After dawn, he began his work.

Sprinkling water, sweeping, wiping...

Lin Chen had boundless energy, and after one round, the entire courtyard was transformed, looking brand new.

He then picked up buckets and strode swiftly to the spring halfway up the mountain to fetch water.

The round trip took only half an hour.

After filling ten large water vats, he started watering the flowers and trees.

Finally, he even fed the fish in the courtyard pond.

Checking the time, only an hour had passed.

"Time to light the fire and cook!"

Lin Chen walked into the kitchen, where everything he could need was available.

But it looked like the stove hadn't been used in a long time.

"There's hardly any ingredients!"

Lin Chen searched all around and only found a bowl of rice grains the size of a fingernail and a palm-sized piece of lean meat.

"This is Spirit Rice and Demon Beast Meat."

The grains were crystalline and translucent, exuding a fragrant aroma, and that piece of meat made him swallow involuntarily.

Just one glance, and he felt an intense urge to eat.

"Forget it, I'll make do with one meal." Lin Chen comforted himself. "There's a big empty patch of land outside—I have to plant some vegetables, then build a fence and raise some chickens, ducks, geese, and the like..."

Lin Chen muttered to himself as his hands had already diced the meat.

He put the rice in the pot, added water, and boiled it into congee.

He blanched the meat to remove the gamey smell.

When the rice had softened, he added the meat to the pot, put in a pinch of salt, and let it simmer over low heat...

Half an hour later, a rich aroma wafted out from the kitchen.

These scents mingled with the mist and drifted slowly away.

"What a wonderful smell!"

Lin Chen had lived half a lifetime in his past life and three years in this one, yet he had never smelled anything so fragrant.

He quickly found a bowl, ladled all the congee into it, and set it on the table outside to cool.

"With congee, I need some pickled vegetables."

Lin Chen remembered that he had just seen half a carrot lying around.

So he went back to the kitchen, found the carrot, washed it carefully, sliced it into fine shreds, sprinkled salt evenly over it, and mixed it well.

"With limited conditions, this will do."

Lin Chen walked out of the kitchen holding the pickled vegetables, only to see that his bowl of congee... was gone.