Do Check-in da Técnica do Céu Caótico à Imortalidade
Lin Fan atravessou para o Daozong Antigo, tornando-se discípulo da seção de serviços diversos, de posição humilde, sendo intimidado à vontade pelos discípulos externos. Um dia, despertou o sistema de
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At the break of dawn, the disciples in snowy robes began to ascend the mountain, treading through fresh snow. Today, the Pavilion of Immortal Arts was to open, and the outer disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect arrived early, hoping to select an outstanding immortal technique from the pavilion.
At the foot of the mountain, several youths in coarse linen were diligently sweeping snow from the steps, exchanging quiet words as they worked.
“I really envy those outer disciples. If only we could one day enter the Pavilion of Immortal Arts and choose a cultivation method of our own.”
“Ah, stop dreaming. With so many disciples in the Ancient Dao Sect, those who are lucky enough to choose their own technique in the Pavilion are few and far between. We servant mortals shouldn’t get our hopes up.”
“Hey, what’s life without a dream? Otherwise, we’re just salted fish. Dreams matter! Look how hard Lin Fan works.”
Their gaze turned to a frail youth not far away. He bent his knees slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and the broom in his hands seemed almost like a silver sword, sweeping in slow arcs that traced the pattern of a Taiji diagram in the snow.
“Tsk, that guy must be obsessed with cultivation to the point of madness. If effort alone worked, he wouldn’t be stuck sweeping snow with us.” The others chuckled, shaking their heads and returning to their work.
[After one hundred days of sweeping, the sign-in condition is met. Sign-in location: Pavilion of Immortal Arts. Sign in now?]
A faint smile appeared