
by shenyuanheng
Shen Mu was the grandson of a beggar. When the old man died, all he left behind was an old ceramic bowl with a chipped corner. Now the lowest-ranked disciple in the Cloudhidden Sect, Shen Mu cleans latrines, hauls water, and eats what others leave behind. His wood affinity — upper-grade, rare as it is — earns him nothing but a plot of dirt behind the herb storehouse and a joke from the testing instructor: "Good for farming, at least." But in the herb garden, surrounded by the waste and refuse that no one else wants, Shen Mu discovers that his grandfather's bowl is more than it appears. And in the sect above him, behind the doors of elders who smile too easily, something is happening to the disciples who climb too fast. A cultivation novel about patience, invisibility, and the things that grow in places no one bothers to look. Updates regularly. Translated from Chinese by the author.
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