Before dawn broke, Chu Heng woke up.

In the early morning, the mist was simmering and spreading everywhere, and it was pitch black everywhere. He could not see his five fingers. With his years of inertia, he lit a worn-out oil lamp, and the light burst out very darkly, like a fireflies.

After stretching his waist, his eyes shining brightly. Looking at the white whites in the distant mountains, memories spread out in his mind. Chu Heng couldn't help but feel sad: "I have become a servile disciple?"

I have only enjoyed the young master's life for less than a day, but I have traveled through time again. I don't have to think about it. This must be the deception of the system.

If you say you don’t hate the System Lord, that’s fake.

"Since you have already traveled through time, then let's be at ease since you come. Anyway, the system will definitely not let me travel back." Chu Heng has adapted to it after traveling through time one after another. No matter how much he complains, it is useless. It is better to live in the present moment. It is not that he can't be able to survive, and it is the same everywhere.

Sweeping away the sadness and resentment, Chu Heng's eyes showed a hint of perseverance, and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

This is the Hengkong Continent. The cultivation levels are generally divided into: Qihai, Tongzhi, Blood Refining, Marrow Buying, Lingkong, Three Souls, Seven Souls, Concentrating the Spirit, Transformation of Truth, Mystery, and Tribulation.

In Ziyue Sect, the Qi Hai realm is an outer disciple, the Tongmei realm is an inner disciple, the Blood refining realm is an elite disciple, the Marrow buying realm is a core disciple, the Lingkong realm is a core disciple, the Three Soul realm is an elder, and the Seven Soul realm is the Sect Master.

As for the Supreme Elder, he is at least at the peak of the seven souls.

There are very few realms of concentration, but they are figures of the ancestor level. There are not many people in the entire Dongzhou area.

Chu Heng's predecessor was an outer disciple. He entered the Purple Moon Sect a year ago and his realm was at the fifth level of Qihai Realm. After a year, there was no change at all, and it was still at the fifth level of Qihai Realm.

As a result, Chu Heng was demoted to a serious disciple.

Such talent can no longer be described as ordinary, it can be said to be extremely mediocre.

Survival of the fittest, elimination of the weak, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest is the iron rule of Ziyue Sect.

The competition is extremely cruel. Either adapt to this environment and advance bravely or leave here, it will not give anyone a chance to live by the way.

Outer disciples can obtain a small amount of resources distributed by the sect. If they can enter the state of unblocking meridians within one year, they can stay and continue to practice.

If you have not broken through the state of Tongmai, you will be embarrassed and will be demoted to a traitorous disciple. The sect will not waste a slight resource on you from now on, even if it is an expired and invalid defective product, it will not be given to you if it is thrown away.

Of course, if you don’t want to become a traitor disciple, you can leave here too.

However, few people who entered the Ziyue Sect chose to leave because the survival of the outer sect was even more cruel and ruthless.

This is reality!

Staying within the sect, the serious disciples need to take care of their own food, clothing, housing and transportation, and their lives are extremely harsh. It can be said that from then on, no tenth ** will be successful.

The tragic disciples are the grassroots employees of the sect. They chop wood, carry water, sweep the floor, clean the sect, serve animal pets, etc. The dirty and tiring work are all done by the tragic disciples, and the time they can practice is greatly reduced.

The contribution value of each month is only thirty points, basically, it is one a day, and labor and results are completely unequal, and it is not an exaggeration to say it is exploitation.

The contribution value of thirty points is only thirty kilograms if it is white rice. One kilogram can be eaten every day, but the cultivator consumes a lot of cultivation. A mere kilogram of white rice a day can be enough to fill his stomach. Basically, he is full and hungry.

There were hundreds of erotic disciples in the sect, but most of them had already slept on firewood and tasted gall, turning grief and anger into strength, turning disdain into unswerving determination, and working hard to break through the entrance hall of the Tongmai realm day and night, entering the ranks of inner disciples. Only more than 20 erotic disciples were left behind.

Only by becoming an inner disciple can one truly gain a foothold in the sect.

Chu Heng is a tragic disciple. He needs to work in designated areas divided every day. His life is miserable and no one cares about it. He doesn't even have a single word of concern for his health when meeting him. He is ignored, just like a pile of air.

His stomach kept rumbling, and Chu Heng had to make a fire and cook, regardless of whether it was dawn or not.

He took out a small pot, mixed it with one-third of the water, and grabbed a few handfuls of white rice. Chu Heng moved some firewood from outside, put it under the pot, and lit it with a fire sliver.

The sparks can start a prairie fire and cook it quickly, and the sky will almost become brighter.

After eating voraciously, Chu Heng went out with a broom and cleaned the area he was responsible for. The sun also showed his head at this time, announcing that a new day had begun.

Then, Chu Heng went to chop firewood and fetch water, and went through it busy until noon before he finished the work.

As for serving the beastly favor, it is not Chu Heng's turn.

If this work is handed over to the peddlers, those senior brothers and sisters, and elders will not be relieved, and they all choose to hire professionals to raise them.

After finishing, Chu Heng wanted to drag the broom and some tired bodies back to his simple wooden house where the air leak was easily leaked. Who knew that if he accidentally fainted on the ground and lost consciousness.

Some of the senior brothers and sisters who passed by here looked at Chu Heng as if they were looking at garbage, while others walked by him calmly and calmly, while others laughed and laughed naked.

"The traitor disciple is just a terrible sight. Life is so difficult. I'm going to faint even if I sweep the floor. I have such a poor physique. I am really an outstanding representative of the traitor disciple!"

"Just, just a waste, this is the case with the errand disciples. They don't practice hard on weekdays and their talent is so mediocre. Now they have tasted the pain."

"If you want to be lazy, this is the end! Why doesn't he learn from us? If he becomes an inner disciple as soon as possible, he doesn't have to suffer like this."

"Haha, waste is waste. Even the simplest way to sweep the floor can't be done, what else can I do?"

"Seeing that he is thin and has only skin and bones, what big thing can he accomplish? Cultivation is not suitable for him. The world of mortals is his world. Why is he so stubborn? He has to practice. Isn't this asking for trouble and taking it upon himself!"

However, Chu Heng didn't know about this scene.

A broom has already shown the identity of Chu Heng's servant disciple. No one helped Chu Heng, no one woke Chu Heng up, and no one gave him to his small wooden house.

The dragon does not engage in a snake, not to mention that Chu Heng is not even comparable to the snake in their eyes. How could he take it seriously and how could he help him?

In their eyes, Chu Heng was just a joke.

I don’t deserve the qualification to give alms without any effort!
Chapter completed!