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In the clouds, a line of egrets was flying in the sky. Several people sat on the egrets, and when they looked at them from afar, they would find that the place where the egrets were flying from was actually an independent mountain peak shaped like a long sword, filled with an ancient and majestic feeling.

During this period of time, it was unknown just how many heaven's pride geniuses came out. They either became famous generals of the country, galloped across the battlefield, or became a marquis of a region, holding onto the world's most powerful army, or shut their doors and cultivated in order to pursue the path of longevity.

At this moment, in the back courtyard of the Spirit Sword Sect, there was a group of service disciples who were cleaning up an old courtyard. Today was the day the sect was recruiting new disciples every ten years, so these courtyards had to be cleaned up today so that the new disciples could quickly check in.

Fatty Xu pointed to the pile of trash on the ground and said, "It's already noon, we need to go eat lunch now. The pile of trash here was cleaned up by us just now, so you have to dump them all later before you can leave, do you understand?"

When Fatty Xu heard Shi Ling's words, his face stiffened and he glared at him, "What? "You don't want to!"

Shi Ling subconsciously took a step back when he saw the look in the servant's eyes, because the servants had surrounded him as well. Although he was unwilling to be outdone, he still nodded his head, and Fatty Xu nodded in satisfaction. He then called the servants around him, "Let's go eat."

The group in front stood up and left the courtyard. At that moment, a group of people came out, and the tall, thin man threw Shi Ling a piece of clothing, which was given to him by the sect. Shi Ling looked at it, and found that it was a set of clothing that was given to him by the sect, and when he wondered why his own clothes were in their hands, he extended a hand to receive it.

The skinny, tall man let out a strange laugh and said, "Nothing, I just didn't have a cloth at the back of the pavilion. I saw your clothes on the pavilion, so I lent it to you."

When Shi Ling heard this, he was instantly enraged. He shouted at the lanky youth, "Are you crazy?!" It's none of your business if I leave my clothes there! "

After hearing Shi Ling's roar, the lanky youth was instantly displeased. He shot a look at the few people beside him, and then another group of people came over and surrounded Shi Ling. The lanky youth pushed against Shi Ling forcefully, and Shi Ling's strength was much greater than Shi Ling's.

When the people around saw that Shi Ling had been pushed back and almost fell to the ground, they all laughed and pointed at him.

The lanky man shouted, "Didn't I just borrow it for a bit? What's the big deal, it's not like you're missing anything. You can just take it back and wash it for a few days, and still yell in front of me! "

He lowered his head without saying a word, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were a little red. These servants were all much bigger than him, and if he were to make a move, he would definitely be beaten by them for three days without being able to get out of bed.

When they saw that Shi Ling had stopped talking, they started laughing strangely again, appearing rather pleased with themselves. Then they heard the lanky man say, "Come, let's go eat!"

After saying that, they left.

When they all left, there was only Shi Ling left in the courtyard. In his fury, he kicked a bamboo cage beside him, causing it to fall to the ground. The trash inside the cage fell out as well, but the anger in his heart was still unquenchable.

Shi Ling looked at the bamboo cage that was kicked over and his dirty clothes. Although it wasn't his first day of living like this, Shi Ling still couldn't get used to being humiliated by others day and night.

From everything that happened just now, it could be seen that Shi Ling wasn't taken seriously by these servants. He was once an official disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, an existence these servants had hoped would never happen.

Back then, Shi Ling had a cultivation cave that belonged solely to him, and he enjoyed the resources provided by the sect. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he lived a life of luxury, better than the emperors of the mortal world.

This happened during the time that Shi Ling was participating in the inner disciple test. Shi Ling used his courage to advance forward and beat down all of his opponents.

Later on, when he met the number one genius of the Spirit Sword Sect in the past hundred years, the Swordkiller Guang Haoran, he was defeated in one move and his cultivation was crippled. If it wasn't for the sect rules, he wouldn't be able to kill during the exam.

Although Shi Ling had managed to survive, there was no longer a need for the sect to nurture his crippled cultivation base. Instead of spending a lot of resources to help him recover, it was better to nurture another one.

Not only did he strip himself of his cave mansion, but all the cultivation resources as well, and all the healing medicines he needed after the battle had ended. Without the healing medicines, his injuries got worse and worse, and in the end, he had lost his talent for cultivation. From now on, even if his injuries healed, he would only be a mere mortal who would never be able to cultivate.

Without any talent for cultivation, there was naturally no need for them to continue to stay in the outer sect. Therefore, the sect demoted Shi Ling to being a servant and the laughingstock of the other disciples, causing him to be reduced to his current state.

Until today, Shi Ling would never forget how desperate he had been when he had been beaten to death by a group of servants when he had just been demoted to the service room.

Shi Ling lightly patted off some of the filth on his clothes before folding them again and placing them on the ground.

Looking at the pile of rubbish in front of him, Shi Ling really wanted to throw away his broom.

But is that really okay? The answer was no. Even if Shi Ling told the consul in the service department about what had happened today, he wouldn't do anything to Fatty Xu. Instead, he would punish him for not cleaning up all the trash!

Shi Ling was a person who was easily angered, but he wasn't a fool. With his many years of experience in cultivation, he knew that there was a term called 'patience'. In this situation where everything was disadvantageous to him, he had to bear with it or else he would be the one to suffer.

As he thought of this, Shi Ling lowered his head to look at his own wrist. There was a clear sword mark at that place. It was the scar left behind when the Spirit Sword Sect's Heaven Chosen Guang Guang had cut off the tendons in his hand.

As for Shi Ling, when he saw the sword scar on his wrist, his eyes turned incomparably cold. He looked in the direction that Fatty Xu and the others had left in and muttered to himself, "I will endure for a few days for now! As long as you wait for me to repair my hand tendons, all of you will die! "

With that, his expression returned to normal. He then picked up the broom beside him and walked over to the trash. He was just like that, quietly cleaning the trash. He had a very serious look on his face.

The expression on his face was very calm, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. After an unknown amount of time, Shi Ling cleaned up all the trash and placed them in a bamboo cage. Only then did Shi Ling heave a sigh of relief.

He looked at the sky and saw that it was already the middle of the afternoon. His stomach was growling with hunger as he sat down under an eave. He then took out some rations from his bosom.