Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

In front of a simple wooden house in the Azure Mist Sect, a young man with a yellow robe and a sharp, monkey-like face leaned against a large tree, his eyes blurred as he stared at the brilliant sunset in the sky.

The area where the young man was located was where the handyman disciples of the Azure Mist Sect lived. Although the overall area was spacious, the various houses and facilities were much simpler compared to other parts of the Azure Mist Sect.

The young man felt exhausted all over. He stretched heavily, his body no longer relying on the tree. He turned around, intending to leave.

Just then, a rustling sound of footsteps came from behind the young man.

He turned his head in confusion and saw a thin, bony young boy wearing a gray robe, holding an unremarkable kung fu book in his hand, slowly approaching the handyman disciples' area.

The sky was getting dark, and the light was dim. The young man did not see the boy's face clearly, but he frowned and said without thinking.

"New here? Hey, come with me!"

"It's you?!" The young man stood facing the light, and the boy saw his face clearly, his expression becoming serious, his tone mixed with anger.

The young man was none other than the immortal master Ning Dashi had invited to his home that day, named Sun Hao.

When Sun Hao heard this, his face became serious, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart. He took two or three steps forward before he could clearly see the boy's sickly face.

"Huh? You, are you Ning Dashi's nephew?!" A look of surprise flashed across the young man's face, and he exclaimed.

In his memory, the boy was curled up in the corner that day, his face pale and frightening, his breath extremely weak, with almost no chance of survival.

Ning Lu's dark eyes met the young man's surprised gaze, icy to the extreme, without saying a word.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that I misjudged you that day. You are actually a good seedling for cultivation. Alas, but you have no background, I guess you can only be a handyman disciple."

The young man sneered, his surprised expression returning to calm. He turned around and walked towards the wooden house.

"Come with me."

Ning Lu remained silent, just silently following behind the yellow-robed young man. The young man's sarcastic voice entered the boy's ears, without shaking his mind at all.

The two entered the wooden house. Before, the room was flickering with sporadic fire, which could only barely illuminate the room. The surrounding wooden boards were tattered, and the entire wooden house was extremely simple.

In the wooden house, there were more than a dozen beds lined up. At this moment, six or seven young men were sitting on the beds. When the young men saw the person coming, they immediately stood up from the beds and bowed to the yellow-robed young man.

"Hello, Senior Brother Sun Hao!"

Sun Hao nodded slightly, casually pointed to a bed, and said to the boy beside him, "You will live here from now on."

Ning Lu nodded when he heard this.

Sun Hao turned around again and pointed to a notice board outside the wooden house covered with various sizes of paper, adding.

"The notices posted on that notice board are all tasks for handyman disciples. The sect will not give handyman disciples spirit stone subsidies. You must complete the tasks on the notice board every day to obtain spirit stones."

"After completing the task, can I cultivate?" The boy glanced at the dense mass of slips on the notice board and asked.

"Hahaha, did I hear you right?"

"Hahaha, newcomer, are you still not awake yet?"

"Cultivate? Keep dreaming!"

The young men around immediately laughed, constantly mocking and ridiculing the boy, looking at the boy as if they were looking at a fool.

Ning Lu frowned, greatly puzzled, turned to look at Sun Hao beside him, and asked, "Can't handyman disciples cultivate? Then what is this technique for?"

"Hmph, still want to cultivate? Look at your skin and bones, it would be good if you could finish the task."

Sun Hao sneered, glanced at the boy disdainfully, and left the wooden house without looking back.

When the boy saw this, he didn't say any more. He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the technique called "Gravity Art" in his hand, and began to comprehend the contents.

Today, the boy climbed the cloud ladder, bearing the huge pressure and walking a full hundred feet. At this moment, he only felt that his realm had loosened again, taking a step forward, and it seemed that he was now only one step away from the middle stage of Body Tempering Realm.

The young men around looked at the boy's serious appearance and kept mocking and sarcastic.

"Hmph, he really dares to cultivate, not afraid of not having the strength to work tomorrow!"

"Why do you care about him? Just wait and see him make a fool of himself tomorrow."

"Sure enough, he is a child in his teens, and he has not recognized his current situation and has beautiful fantasies about the future."

The people's slander entered the boy's ears, unable to stir up any ripples in his heart.

In this world, there is always a group of people who attribute their laziness to a lack of talent. What they can't do, they think others can't do either.

They always regard other people's persistence as unruliness, other people's enthusiasm as madness, and other people's dreams as fantasies. They are so forever immersed in their comfort zone, taking pleasure in satirizing others to fill their inner cowardice.

The next morning, the sky was dimly lit, and only a few faint rays of sunlight shone into the Azure Mist Sect, but the notice board in the handyman disciple area was already crowded with people, with a full hundred handyman disciples surrounding it, and the noise was loud.

Most of the disciples were still drowsy, standing half-asleep in front of the notice board. They didn't want to get up so early, but every task on the notice board was extremely difficult. If they didn't get up early, they wouldn't be able to complete the task at all.

Ning Lu also got up early and stood behind the crowd, watching the handyman disciples scrambling for tasks in front of the notice board. Even if he wanted to squeeze in, it would be useless, so he had to watch from the sidelines.

After a while, more than a hundred handyman disciples dispersed and went to carry out their tasks. Only a few people remained in front of the notice board.

When the boy saw this, he stepped forward and stared at the few remaining tasks on the notice board.

The handyman disciples have low cultivation bases and cannot complete too dangerous tasks, so the tasks of the handyman disciples are all physical tasks such as chopping wood and moving things.

Ning Lu kept scanning the tasks on the notice board, and finally his eyes fixed on a yellowed task.

The task requires the disciples to go to the back mountain of the sect, draw water from the well, and fill the water tank in the back mountain of the sect.

The boy turned around and looked at the empty and quiet back mountain of the sect, thoughtfully.

"This task has not been taken for so long, proving that its difficulty should not be low, but the task location is in the back mountain of the sect. Presumably no one lives there, so there is no need to worry about the use of the Ancient Primordial Cauldron being discovered. This is a physical task. With the Ancient Primordial Cauldron in hand, I can constantly restore my physical strength through the spiritual energy in the cauldron. Presumably this task is best suited for me."

With this in mind, the boy tore off the yellowed task, strode away, and went straight to the back mountain of the sect.

When the surrounding people saw the boy privately tearing off the yellowed task, they were shocked, and their eyes began to mix with teasing, ridicule, contempt, and sarcasm.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the boy arrived at the back mountain of the sect. He saw a huge ancient well sitting on the stone ground, with a water tank the size of a basketball court next to it.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing the water tank, they would have been frightened out of their wits and bowed their heads and sighed.

But the boy's dark eyes shone brightly, without the slightest discouragement, but full of energy. He picked up the wooden bucket next to him and began to draw water from the well, pouring it into the water tank bucket by bucket.

There is no one in the back mountain, and with the Ancient Primordial Cauldron in hand, Ning Lu is equivalent to having unlimited physical strength. Why worry about not being able to complete the task?