When Qin Yan thought that he could live in such a place after he successfully built his foundation in the future, a hint of excitement flashed across his face.

He realized more and more that the difference in identity and treatment of cultivators due to their different strengths.

There is nothing unfair. Although the scene in front of you is extremely envious, low-level monks will certainly be extremely envious, but this is not a motivation for them.

If you want better conditions and higher treatment, you can do it yourself. As long as you can build a foundation, these things will also belong to you.

Qin Yan has a clearer understanding of the future path of immortal cultivation. One day, he will definitely become a stronger monk.

"Come in!"

His heart was firm on his way, but suddenly an old voice came from his ears, and then a small path paved with bluestone appeared in front of him.

"Go ahead along this path and don't go wrong."

"Yes, uncle."

Qin Yan bowed and walked in honestly along the path.

The rich aroma of medicine enters the nose and refreshes the heart. This spiritual medicine garden has indeed grown many good things.

Qin Yan did not look around, but looked very steady and looked straight.

At the same time, in front of a thatched hut, a tall and thin old man was suspended in front of him with a treasure that looked like a mirror.

There is a clear image in the mirror.

Seeing Qin Yan first entering the medicine garden, but he did not look around. The old man nodded and showed a little praise in his eyes. Taking care of the medicine garden requires a steady personality. This young man is good.

He did not notice that Qin Yan was calm on the surface, but his eyes were a little satisfied. He had already inquired about Uncle Ding's personality. The other party must be observing him secretly at this moment, and Qin Yan would of course behave to satisfy him.

After a cup of tea, Qin Yan came to the thatched hut.

He rushed to the old man and bowed: "Disciple has met uncle."

"May I have your name?"

"My younger brother Qin Yan."

"Qin Yan?"

The other party felt it was a bit familiar, but he didn't go into it. After all, he couldn't be familiar with every one of the thousands of inner sects of the Immortal Sect. Maybe he had heard of the name of this young man by chance, so there was no need to find out the root of it.

He released his spiritual sense and looked at the other party.

"The cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi Refining is pretty good at your age. What is your spiritual root attribute?"

"Uncle Qibing, my disciple is an immortal cultivator with the dual attributes of earth and fire."

"Oh, you have earthy spiritual roots, it's good. Then taking care of the medicine garden will be twice the result with half the effort." The other person's face showed a look of satisfaction: "Have you done similar jobs?"

"I have taken care of some spiritual herbs and are familiar with the medicinal properties of various medicinal herbs."

"Oh, then I'll test you."

"Please give a question."

...

After half an hour, the investigation was over. Qin Yan got the job to take care of the medicine garden as he wished. This was also because he was well prepared. After careful advice from Master Ding, he hurriedly left.

He was still busy practicing, but he had no time to spend it in this medicine garden.

"Hmph, the purpose has been achieved."

Seeing the old man's back disappear, Qin Yan's mouth showed a little pride. Now that the matter is half successful, he believes that he will soon be able to enter the waste alchemy room without attracting anyone's attention and become his manager.

In the next half month, Qin Yan lived here.

He was busy catching insects and watering them every day. However, under his care, many spiritual medicines not only failed to continue their vigorous growth momentum, but instead withered to the naked eye, and finally several of them died.

Qin Yan looked at his "results", and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was almost done. Now this situation should make Master Ding furious, but he won't be so angry that he drew his sword and slashed him.

This degree is not easy to grasp. Qin Yan feels like he is walking a tightrope now.

The thoughts in his mind turned, the expression on his face changed, his smile disappeared, replaced by depression and panic. Then he took out a sound transmission note from his arms and put it on his forehead for a moment, and then turned into a fire to sacrifice it.

Then Qin Yan was waiting in place like a young wife who had done something wrong.

Not long after waiting, in less than a cup of tea, the restriction of the Lingyao Garden began to shake, and finally the ice and snow melted, and a figure rushed in like a whirlwind.

Extremely angry.

"My crescent ginseng, white crane grass, and sweet bamboo flowers are all dead. Bastards, how did you take care of me for the elixir?"

Uncle Ding turned his head, his eyes gloomy and terrifying. At this time, he saw how this kid looked at it and was disgusting. If it weren't for the sake of his fellow disciples, he would have wanted to slash him with one sword.

"Uncle Master, I... I didn't mean it." Qin Yan was so scared that he trembled all over, and he was a little nervous when he explained it. He was also careful if there were too many spiritual herbs he killed. The person in front of him seemed to be going crazy.

...

Half an hour later.

"Bastard, I'm so angry. I don't have the ability to take care of any medicine garden. I can't afford to sell these spiritual herbs of heaven and earth. Do you know?"

"Uncle Master, I really didn't mean it."

"Stop talking nonsense, I really want to slash you with one sword."

"Uncle Master, don't."

"You guy is lucky. I don't want to be punished by the leader." The old man was so angry that his eyes turned black, but he had not lost his mind yet. Even if he was a foundation-building monk, killing his fellow disciples was a taboo.

Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the other party's gritting teeth reaching his ears: "But the death penalty can be avoided. I appointed you as the chief choreographer and serve as the manager of the aborted Danfang. You must not refuse, and take office immediately."

It's done!

Qin Yan was ecstatic, but on the surface he looked like a mourning examination and his face turned pale: "What, the manager of the aborted alchemy house, uncle doesn't want it. I am a disciple of the inner sect, how can I waste time doing the manager of the aborted alchemy house? It's not good or bad, and it's ridiculous."

"Do you think I'm discussing with you?" A fire flashed in the old man's eyes: "Either take office immediately, or I'll slash you with a sword."

"How long will I do it?"

Qin Yan showed a reluctant look.

"Do you think you can apologize if you kill me so many spiritual flowers and herbs?"

Uncle Ding gritted his teeth: "Let me tell you, as long as I am still alive for one day, as long as I am still a foundation-building cultivator of Luoxue Sect, you will never leave the waste alchemy house in this life, and honestly do the waste management for me."

The other party obviously hated Qin Yan and did so to destroy his future.

However, Qin Yan's heart... was full of happiness.

There are such good things in the world.

He was really afraid that the other party would be soft-hearted and would spare himself in a year or two.
Chapter completed!