Central Plains, Celestial Essence Sect.

The cold wind was like a knife, howling through the courtyard, and the biting chill made the young servants standing there shiver incessantly.

"Our Celestial Essence Sect has been established for four hundred and thirty-two years. We never keep useless people within the sect. The sect has supported you for ten years, which is already more than generous. As servants, you must have the consciousness of a servant, and do good work for the disciples and elders of the sect. One day you might catch the elders' attention and be accepted into the sect."

In front of the courtyard, a middle-aged man with dark skin was baring his teeth as he loudly lectured.

This person had an average build and a smooth demeanor, clearly playing the role of a steward or manager within the sect.

As he finished speaking, the young servants in the field stirred restlessly.

The Celestial Essence Sect was one of the top prestigious sects in the Central Plains. If one day they could truly attract the attention of the elders and be accepted, it would indeed be a meteoric rise.

From then on, they could roam the martial world freely, carefree across the world, wielding a sword as they journeyed afar, which is the dream of so many youths.

With an expressionless face, the dark-skinned middle-aged man glanced at the group of servants below, all bearing hopeful expressions, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

These words can only deceive these inexperienced fellows in front of him; it's merely some empty talk meant to incite them to work harder. Actually believing it is truly laughable.

Don't they look at their own origins? Do they really think they can climb high from their position and be accepted into the Celestial Essence Sect?

The servants in front of him were primarily descendants of various servants within the sect who swept and tidied up.

Their status was, in fact, not much different from the offspring of some influential families.

Even somewhat lower.

After all, the offspring of influential families could ultimately rely on loyalty to be promoted to the management level and leap into a position envied by others.

But a sect is different. A sect recruits disciples from the outside world, and the loyalty of the disciples is fundamental to the cohesion of a sect.

As for these generations of servants serving the sect?

Why would they need you to be loyal when your task is cleaning and mucking out?

At this lowly status, the elders within the sect, for the sake of face, wouldn't truly accept a servant as a disciple.

That's lower than those peasants.

"Now, let's begin assigning duties. Those named should report to their respective senior brothers..."

Without saying any unnecessary words, the dark-skinned middle-aged man took out a book from his pocket and started reading the names within.

One by one, the names of the young servants were called, and they were subsequently led away.

At this moment,

in the crowd, a servant-clad Li Hu, with an unremarkable appearance, looked around at the group of ancient people and the nearby ancient architecture, his gaze bewildered.

Just a moment ago, he was exploring the bottom of the lake, observing the fragments of the Gate of Truth. Unexpectedly, he was struck by the Gate of Truth the next moment, causing him to spin around and land in this ancient world.

What is going on? Did he transmigrate again?

In his previous life, he had clearly read many similar novels, so this completely unfamiliar environment didn't leave him too bewildered for long.

He then began to ponder his current situation.

"Li Hu, huh? What kind of lousy name is this? Forget it, let's settle down first and then talk."

From today onwards, he could only initially accept the name Li Hu.

With a brief adaptation, Austin accepted the reality of becoming Li Hu.

But before he could fully grasp his current situation, a voice rang out:

"Li Hu, report to Senior Brother Zhao at the Miscellaneous Task Hall in the Library."

The dark-skinned man's instruction decided Li Hu's fate for the time being.

Li Hu did not resist and followed the arrangements, going with the flow, waiting to understand the situation of this world first.

There was neither any oppression nor defiance; everything was calm. Li Hu found Senior Brother Zhao and from that day on became a servant cleaning the Library.

From then on, Li Hu began his life of cleaning the vast Library.

The Library, akin to the sect's library and Scripture Hall.

It held a large amount of martial arts history, sect miscellany, various experiences from disciples' journeys, and many sects' basic martial arts.

Of course, these were just basic martial arts. The basic martial arts of every sect in the Central Plains were approximately similar. The true profound inheritance was held by the various Grand Elders of the Celestial Essence Sect, so although the Library held hundreds of thousands of books, its status was not particularly high.

After all, if accepted by an elder, naturally a teacher would personally guide them. The basic martial arts across various sects were much alike, so there was no need for confidentiality.

This is precisely why a servant descendant like Li Hu could enter and clean the Library.

Since the books in the Library range from important to unimportant.

It's all trivial.

Cleaning the Library was an extremely laborious and unrewarding task. With hundreds of thousands of recorded books, classic historical collections, basic martial arts, various booklets, and magazines, managing them alone consumed much effort daily, let alone dusting and mopping, which left one exhausted.

Moreover, the disciples visiting the Library were primarily outer sect disciples without any backing, making it a poor place for networking, essentially a troublesome and unrewarding position.

Within half a month, the servants cleaning the Library alongside Li Hu began maneuvering to leave, leaving only Li Hu, a chatty skinny monkey, and a foolish-minded servant named Dasha still within the Library.

Li Hu actually wanted to leave too, but unfortunately, it was practically impossible.

Because Li Hu's father was a minor character.

What is a minor character?

His real name was unknown, others called him Li Si; his height and appearance were probably poor, fortunate to have married a kitchen maid. It's said that he was skilled in archery and sincere, but even at over thirty, he could only serve tea to senior brothers. He died at thirty-six, due to breaking an elder's snuff bottle by mistake, punished to kneel for two days and nights. After death, the sect gave him a thin coffin and tossed it into the disorderly graveyard, never stepping out of the sect gates more than twenty miles in his life. The martial world? His martial world was sweeping, chopping wood, and serving spit for heroes.

Li Hu was the son of such a minor character.

When he was born, his mother died in childbirth, and upon hearing the news, his father mistakenly broke the elder's beloved item; hence he became an orphan, randomly fostered within the sect, until now at thirteen or fourteen capable of working, continuing to contribute to the sect.

Even if he wanted to leave, lacking money and connections, Senior Brother Zhao would certainly not release him.

He could only continue as a servant cleaning and sorting in the Library.

Fortunately, with his soul switched, Li Hu's nature was resilient, considering the arduous task of maintaining the Library as self-training. Back when he was born in the Main World, he lurked in water for two days and nights to hunt a deer, even eating soil when starving.

Above all, the vast books, travel notes, and various basic martial arts within the Library are indeed the best place to understand this world, aren't they?

For Li Hu newly arrived in the Otherworld, the Library was the best starting place possible.

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