Everyone's a Master: I'll reward my disciples ten thousandfold!

The mountain road was rugged.

The waist-high weeds completely buried the original stone steps.

Lin Xiao carried the Demon-Slaying Sword and led the way.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, thorns snapped.

Su Muhan followed behind, clutching the coarse cloth bundle tightly in her arms, keeping pace with him step by step.

"Junior sister, stay close."

Lin Xiao didn't turn his head. "The mountain path is desolate, but this is the first natural barrier set up by the sect leader. Ordinary people can't even find the mountain gate."

Su Muhan nodded vigorously.

She looked up and glanced at the dilapidated outline of the distant mountaintop.

Half an hour ago, she would have thought it was an abandoned, dilapidated temple that could collapse at any moment.

But now, she sees things very differently.

This is clearly a return to simplicity.

Lin Xiao turned around and raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.

The blade gleamed with a bluish light.

"Do you see this sword?"

Lin Xiao's eyes burned with fervor. "I was born with a severed meridian system, destined to be unable to cultivate. It was all thanks to the sect leader who bestowed this peerless divine weapon upon me, and also gave me a heaven-grade divine pill, which forcibly cleaved open my meridians."

"The sect leader is unfathomable. Every blade of grass and every tree in the Guiyuan Sect holds profound meaning. Remember, do not judge by appearances with your physical eyes, but use your Dao heart to comprehend it."

Su Muhan listened intently.

She could sense the destructive power contained in the sword, and she could also feel the heaven-defying power of the Supreme Primordial Chaos Technique flowing within her body.

The fragment of a manual that the sect leader casually gave out was a top-grade cultivation technique.

This kind of foundation is something that even the legendary major sects cannot compare to.

Half an hour later, the two stepped over the stone plaque that was missing half of its length.

The inscription reads "Guiyuanzong," but the characters are severely weathered.

The main hall was in a terrible state.

The four red-painted pillars have faded and cracked.

The roof had three large holes, and sunlight shone directly onto the dusty blue bricks.

A sacrificial table was missing a leg and was propped up with half a blue brick.

The spider slowly and methodically spun its web on the roof beam.

This environment is worse than even a wilderness refugee camp.

Su Muhan stood there, stunned.

Even though Lin Xiao had laid the groundwork all along, seeing this scene with her own eyes, she still instinctively stopped in her tracks.

"Senior brother, this..."

Su Muhan looked around.

"You think the sect is too dilapidated?"

Lin Xiao snorted coldly and slammed the Demon-Slaying Sword heavily onto the ground.

"The truly wise live in seclusion amidst the bustling city. Those magnificent sects are nothing more than the ostentatious displays of worldly nouveau riche."

Lin Xiao spoke with an arrogant tone, "Beauty and illusion are but fleeting illusions. To remain steadfast amidst ruin is the true path. Sect Leader, you are using heaven and earth as your dwelling place to temper our minds."

Su Muhan's ears turned red, and she lowered her head in shame.

"Junior sister is dull-witted and almost disappointed the sect leader's painstaking efforts."

Slow footsteps could be heard outside the main hall.

Chen Yuan, with his hands behind his back, slowly stepped across the threshold.

His blue Taoist robe was spotless, and his expression remained as cold as ice.

"Disciple greets Sect Leader!"

Lin Xiao and Su Muhan both knelt down on one knee at the same time.

Get up.

Chen Yuan walked to the broken offering table and turned to face the two of them.

His gaze swept over the dusty ground and the beams covered with cobwebs.

This kind of environment is indeed detrimental to the style of a sect leader.

Chen Yuan glanced at Su Muhan.

This girl still has two system refund opportunities left today.

Good steel should be used where it's most needed.

Chen Yuan walked behind the door and reached out to grab a worn-out broom with bald bristles.

The broom handle was made from a dry bamboo stalk, with a tuft of uneven wild grass tied to it.

"Du Han".

"Disciple is here!"

Su Muhan immediately took two steps forward.

Chen Yuan handed over the broken broom.

"Cultivation begins with cultivating the mind. Clean the main hall thoroughly; this is the first lesson of the day."

Chen Yuan spoke in a flat tone.

Not a single word of explanation was added.

Su Muhan extended both hands and respectfully accepted the worn-out broom.

The moment he touched it, a system notification sounded in Chen Yuan's mind.

[Ding! Successfully bestowed the 'Old Broom' upon disciple Su Muhan!]

[Trigger a 100x critical hit and get a refund!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a high-grade Yellow-rank magic weapon: the Tranquilizing Bamboo Broom!]

[The Tranquil Bamboo Broom: When sweeping, it automatically gathers surrounding spiritual energy, clearing away distracting thoughts and preventing the user from going astray.]

Top grade yellow grade.

This is an extremely extravagant expense for a sweeping tool.

Chen Yuan did not replace the magic weapon obtained from the critical hit with Su Muhan.

Sweeping is all I need; ordinary items are sufficient.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Su Muhan.

Su Muhan held the broken broom, his expression extremely solemn.

She turned her head and glanced at Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao was looking at her with a "you've hit the jackpot" look in his eyes.

"The sect leader's move has a profound meaning."

Lin Xiao lowered his voice, "Junior Sister, you've just broken through. Your cultivation has surged, so your mind is bound to be unstable. The sect leader asked you to sweep the floor; he wasn't sweeping away the dust in this hall, he was sweeping away the restlessness in your heart!"

Su Muhan gasped.

Today, she leaped three minor realms from the mortal realm, her spiritual energy surging within her body, even showing signs of becoming uncontrollable.

The sect leader saw through her fatal flaw at a glance.

Cleaning the main hall may seem like hard labor, but in reality, it allowed her to restrain her violent aura and solidify her newly established Dao heart through these repetitive and monotonous actions.

"Disciple understands!"

Su Muhan kowtowed heavily, then stood up, gripped the broom tightly, and walked to a corner of the main hall, where he began to sweep with utmost seriousness.

Swish.

Swish.

With each sweep of the broom, Su Muhan would coordinate with the circulation of the Supreme Primordial Chaos Technique within his body, completing one cycle.

As the dust rose, the spiritual energy within her body also sank, becoming increasingly solid.

The effect is immediate.

Su Muhan became more and more energetic as she swept, her eyes even turning slightly red.

The sect leader offered the deepest protection with the most unassuming demeanor.

Chen Yuan stood aside, watching Su Muhan sweep with increasing enthusiasm and her spiritual energy becoming more and more stable, and remained silent.

Does everyone in the cultivation world possess a self-conquering attribute?

Inside the main hall, the dust gradually settled.

Su Muhan stopped sweeping.

Her spiritual energy, which had become slightly agitated due to breaking through three realms in succession, completely calmed down.

The Supreme Primordial Chaos Technique circulated within his body for a full thirty-six cycles.

Every meridian has been cleansed until it is strong and wide.

Lin Xiao stood beside the pillar and nodded in satisfaction.

He walked to the broken offering table and turned to face Chen Yuan in the center of the hall.

"Sect Leader," Lin Xiao said, clasping his hands in greeting, "Junior Sister's state of mind has stabilized."

Chen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the newly renovated ground.

The array patterns on the blue bricks are still mottled, but the messy cobwebs and dust are gone, replaced by a rustic charm that comes with the passage of time.

"Not bad," Chen Yuan said calmly.

His thoughts drifted into his system inventory.

The bottle of [Centennial Spirit Milk], the reward for the first kill in the entire server, lay quietly inside.

Su Muhan has two chances to return the prize today, and Lin Xiao has one chance left.

Although there was only one bottle of this spiritual milk, Chen Yuan planned to divide it in two.

It can both ensure that everyone receives the benefits and trigger a return.

Chen Yuan extended his right hand from the wide sleeve of his robe, palm facing up.

As spiritual energy flowed, two small bottles of white jade, each about the size of a thumb, appeared out of thin air.

"Mu Han, Lin Xiao."

The two immediately stepped forward, their expressions solemn.