Signing in for Ten Years, I'm Invincible by Lying Down and Doing Nothing

Outside the servants' quarters of the Qingyun Sect, Lin Xian squatted against the wall, munching on a cold steamed bun, a broom lying at his feet—this was his 3652nd day as a servant. Outer disciples called him a "useless piece of trash who couldn't even reach the third level of Body Tempering," while inner elders complained that he "could cut his own foot while chopping wood," and he even slacked off while sweeping. Until the day the blood-red clouds of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave shrouded the sect gates, the Holy Maiden, her neck being choked by the Demon Lord, suddenly saw that the servant who always dozed off in the corner was walking towards them, stepping over the demon bones scattered on the ground. With a flick of his wrist, ten demon palaces were reduced to dust. "Ten years," Lin Xian patted his dusty Daoist robe, "the 'disgrace to the sect' you all called me, it's time you saw it."