Peerless Taoist

This young man looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He was very handsome and knew very well that he had the charm of a woman.    

He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and he looked very dashing.    

"So it's Senior Brother Song Han." The male disciple hurriedly greeted him.    

It was very strange. This male disciple was already an outer sect disciple, yet he had to bow to the young man.    

"I've heard of this Song Han. He's said to be the son of the Disciplinary Hall's elder. I heard that he's going to enter the Lingxiao Sect this year as well."    

"With his father's relationship, entering the Lingxiao Sect is just a matter of a few words. Why would he also come to participate in the service disciple selection?"    

"You don't know about that, right? This was the rule set by the founder of the Lingxiao Sect. It was the rule set by all the people of the Lingxiao Sect. This is the rule set down by the founder of the ___. Everyone in the ___ must start from the service disciples, and no one can be an exception. Even the current Master has walked out step by step from the service disciples... "    

When Song Han heard everyone's compliments, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.    

He didn't need to waste any effort to participate in any sort of test. Everything had already been established. He had only come here to walk through a process.    

His father had already arranged a position for him. As long as he entered the Lingxiao Sect, he would be a core disciple.    

"Hurry up and let him in. I've seen too many people like him. Don't waste my time!" Song Han said coldly.    

The male disciple immediately bowed and said, "Since Senior Brother Song Han said so, then I'll let him in. "    

After saying that, the male disciple coldly shouted at Lu Yu." Hey, your luck is pretty good. Since Senior Brother Song Han has spoken for you, then you can go to the toilet to help. "    

After saying that, the male disciple ignored Lu Yu and started chatting with Song Han.    

"This kid's luck is pretty good. He's able to enter the Lingxiao Sect."    

"Tch, he's just a toilet cleaner. He won't be able to come into contact with the profound Cultivation Methods for the rest of his life. In the end, he'll just disappear from the crowd. He might as well find a small sect outside and cultivate."    

Behind Lu Yu, several gazes were immediately cast over. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some were disdainful.    

However, Lu Yu didn't mind.    

In his eyes, no matter what these people did, they wouldn't be able to affect Lu Yu's Dao heart in the slightest.    

If he was really doing this for the service disciples, he might come and fight for something else.    

However, the Black Tortoise Pavilion Master had told him that tomorrow would be the outer sect disciple selection.    

The only thing he needed was the identity of the service disciple to participate in the Outer Sect disciple selection.    

"This is your waist plate. Starting tomorrow, all the toilets at the back will belong to you." A disciple in charge of recording stared at Lu Yu with disdain. He casually took out a waist plate from the cabinet and handed it to Lu Yu.    

On the waist plate, there was a simple record of Lu Yu's serial number. At the back, there were three big words, "Lingxiao Sect."    

A service disciple did not even have the qualifications to leave a name on the waist plate.    

Lu Yu took the waist plate and asked, "Senior brother, where will tomorrow's outer sect disciple selection be held?"    

"I haven't even grown all my hair, and I still want to learn from others to participate in the outer sect disciple selection. Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?" The recording disciple sneered, "Let me tell you, the outer sect disciple selection is much harder than the servant disciple selection. You, just work honestly, don't even think about those illusions! "    

However, the disciple still pointed out the direction for Lu Yu.    

Lu Yu thanked him and found a quiet place to cultivate by himself.    

The service disciples did not have their own rooms. Usually, a dozen or so people lived together, and it was very easy to disturb their cultivation.    

The disciple sneered and said, "This person is really stupid. What's the use of making a last-minute effort?"