Even a servant can become a great boss in the immortal world

"I asked Zixuan to prepare a house for you. When you reach the Foundation Establishment Stage in three years, you can come back from the foot of the mountain," Youlan said with a smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister, but if I don't break through the Qi Refining Stage within three years, Master will kick me out, right?" Zhang Fan was a little disappointed.

"I believe in you, and I will help you, don't worry."

Youlan flew on a sword and took Zhang Fan straight to the spirit mine.

With the experience from the first time, this time when standing on the sword, Zhang Fan held his senior sister's shoulders tightly with both hands, opened his eyes and admired the scenery that was constantly receding.

The evening breeze caressed the sky, the clouds danced, and Zhang Fan suddenly had the urge to cultivate immortality. The feeling of flying with a sword was so wonderful. If he could learn it, he would be so free and could go wherever he wanted.

After flying for a while, they arrived near the Lingkuang Mountain. It was called the Lingkuang Mountain, but in fact it was a small mountain range within a radius of fifty miles of Taiyi Sect. Due to the large number of spiritual stones, each peak recruited some menial disciples to specialize in digging spiritual stones.

As they got closer to the foot of the mountain, Zhang Fan couldn't help but frown. Rows of dilapidated houses came into view. Compared with the palace on the mountain, this place was like a slum.

Glancing at Zhang Fan's expression, Youlan whispered

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. These houses may look run-down, but they are still okay inside."

At this moment, a middle-aged man came over with a smile.

"What's so important that Senior Sister Youlan would come here in person? Just give her the order."

"Brother Wan Ling, that's not right. This is Zhang Fan, our new junior brother from Daode Peak. I'll have to trouble you to take care of him in the future," Youlan said directly.

Zhang Fan was puzzled. This man looked at least ten years older than Senior Sister Youlan, and he had a small goatee. Shouldn't he call her Senior Sister?

"Senior sister has personally instructed me, so it goes without saying that Junior Brother Zhang Fan will be one of us from now on," Wan Ling promised, patting his chest.

"Thank you in advance then."

If it weren't for the fact that you, Daode Peak, are in charge of the Sutra Repository, why would I be so submissive to you? Wan Ling glanced at Youlan and thought to himself

"Brother Zhang Fan, come here. I'll arrange accommodation for you."

Wan Ling took the two of them to the room at the edge of the first row.

"The supplies in this room were all purchased recently and no one has used them yet," Wan Ling said as he opened the door.

The three of them entered the room. It was simple and clean, with a large bed, a table, and a few wooden stools. The quilt on the bed also looked new.

"Thank you, Brother Wan Ling," Zhang Fan said with a bow.

Humph, you can dig your mines in the future, where will you see me again? I am an inner disciple of Wanli Peak, who do you think you are?

Wan Ling hummed in his heart, but still smiled, "It should be, it should be."

"You go ahead and do your work. My junior brother and I have a few words to say."

"Okay, call me if you need anything," Wan Ling said and walked out.

"Junior brother, just stay here and rest assured. I will find time to visit you," Youlan said.

"That senior brother Wan Ling is obviously older than you, why does he still call you senior sister?" Zhang Fan asked puzzledly

Youlan smiled and said, "You don't understand this, right? In the cultivation world, strength is respected. He is not as strong as me, so it is only natural for him to call me Senior Sister."

"I see, what's your strength, Senior Sister?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I am now at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm and have been cultivating for fifteen years," Youlan said proudly.

"That's amazing! What realm is Master at?" Zhang Fan seemed to be getting more and more interested.

"Master, you are at the Nascent Soul stage. Most of the elders are at the Nascent Soul stage."

"Starting from Qi Refining, Building the Foundation, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Transformation, each realm is divided into nine levels," Youlan explained.

"It seems that the road of cultivation is indeed long," Zhang Fan sighed.

"Junior brother, don't be discouraged. Take it one step at a time. The way of the world is like this," Youlan said with concern.

"Take time to read more of the Qi Refining Manual, practice more, and strive to return to the mountain as soon as possible."

Just as Youlan finished speaking, the Lingxiao Sword in her hand suddenly moved.

"Master has called me for something. I will tell Wan Ling to reduce the time you spend digging for spirit stones. I'm leaving now."

After Youlan finished speaking, she flew away on her sword.

"Sister, take care."

Watching his senior sister leave, Zhang Fan took out two books and placed them on the table, then lay on the bed in a daze.

Thinking about Yuyan joining Wanli Peak, I should have been happy, but when I thought of Yun Che's lewd smile, I couldn't be happy anymore.

I have become a menial disciple now. I don't know how long it will take for me to cultivate my two-star spiritual roots. Yuyan is still in Taiyi Sect. If I leave, what will happen to Yuyan?

Zhang Fan tossed and turned in frustration.

It was getting dark. Zhang Fan slowly sat up, looking at the two books on the table.

He casually picked up the Qi Refining Manual and flipped through it.

It turns out that Qi training is the foundation of the entire practice. Meditation is used to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, strengthen the body, and solidify the Dantian.

Zhang Fan slowly closed the book

He sat cross-legged on the bed again, slightly closed his eyes, and as his heart became more and more peaceful, he followed the instructions of the Qi Refining Manual.

As soon as he thought about it, spiritual power slowly entered his dantian. He felt very comfortable and for a long time he almost forgot that he had a body.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a bang.

The door was kicked open, Zhang Fan was startled, opened his eyes, but before he could see who was coming

He was knocked to the ground by a gust of wind and hit the wooden bench.

"Who are you? Do you want to die?" Zhang Fan said angrily, suppressing his pain.

I was suddenly beaten, and it was a bit strange.

Another gust of fist came over, and Zhang Fan hit the corner of the wall heavily.

"What a bastard, you actually robbed my room!" the man said viciously

"I'll give you one minute, get out of here!" the man continued to yell.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan realized that it was because of the room

"This is the room that Senior Brother Wan Ling arranged for me. When did it become yours?" Zhang Fan stood up despite the pain.

"You can't even lie! Senior Brother Wan Ling is in charge of the entire Ling Mining District. How can a mere new disciple like you see him?" Another person said at the door.

Listening to the noise here, many people came

"It seems you're still stubborn," the man said, and swung his fist again.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand to block, but unexpectedly, the fist hit his face as soon as he touched the opponent.

There was a burning pain, and my brain was almost going dark.

He subconsciously put his hands on his head. It seems that this person has cultivation.

"Er Gouzi, you are so brave, how dare you beat someone without permission!"

Er Gouzi was about to attack again, but stopped when he heard the sound.

Everyone made way for the door, and a young man walked in quickly, holding a candle.

"It's Senior Brother Mo Chen. I'm teaching this new errand disciple a lesson. He stole my room."

"Are you okay?" Mo Chen put the candle on the table and ignored Er Gouzi. Instead, he came to Zhang Fan.

"Thank you, brother. I'm fine."

By candlelight, everyone found that half of his face was swollen and his eyes were bloodshot.

"No matter whose room it is, hitting people is wrong," Mo Chen looked at Er Gouzi and said harshly.

"You are a third level Qi Refining Realm person, how dare you attack a newbie?" Mo Chen continued to scold.

Er Gouzi looked at Mo Chen viciously. He didn't understand why Mo Chen would stand up for a newcomer, but due to his low level,

He could only endure

At this time, someone outside the door shouted, "Here comes the chief steward."

The people at the door immediately scattered.

Wan Ling had actually heard the noise a long time ago, and he hadn't come over yet, just to give Zhang Fan a warning.

Let everyone remember and remind these menial disciples that this is not the main peak. Here, he, Wan Ling, has the final say.

These menial disciples and fellow disciples on the mountain only care about their own cultivation, but no one cares about them, and the elders don't care either.

When he thought about Youlan being a supporter of this servant, he was furious.

He walked in slowly.

"Junior Brother Zhang Fan, are you okay? Tell me who hit you and I'll take care of it for you."

"It's him," Zhang Fan pointed at Er Gouzi

"You bastard!" Wan Ling slapped Er Gouzi in the face.

With a stumble, Er Gouzi almost lost his balance.

"He was the one who took my room first, but you promised me, brother," Er Gouzi said aggrievedly.

"You still dare to quibble," Wan Ling slapped him again

Er Gouzi covered his face and looked at Zhang Fan fiercely without saying anything.

Wan Ling glanced around and said, "From now on, this room belongs to Junior Brother Zhang Fan. Remember this."

The voice was very loud, and everyone didn't understand why Wan Ling would defend the newcomer Zhang Fan.