After Transmigrating, I Ascended by Getting Beaten and Scolded by Bty

"Get up! If you don't, you'll be the one to clean the chicken coop over there!"Lin Hao scrambled up from the tattered grass mat, almost falling headfirst into the nearby half-bucket of chicken feather water."What... where am I? Why does it smell so bad? Didn't I fall asleep on the high-speed train?""Smell? You still have the nerve to complain about the smell?" A thin man, raggedly dressed with two chicken feathers stuck to his face, squatted beside him, picking lice and rolling his eyes. "You passed out for an entire day, almost got buried as a corpse. I had to rescue you just now."Lin Hao stared at him. "Who are you?""Me? Zhang Ergou, the unluckiest guy in Seven Chicken Peak." He patted his chest seriously. "We were pulled out of the same trash heap. Now you're the lowest-level outer disciple at Seven Chicken Peak, number 1327. Congratulations, you've officially joined the most glorious and notorious group in the sect... the Chicken Raising Team."Lin Hao: "…?"Zhang Ergou, with a solemn expression, added, "Every morning at 4 AM, shovel chicken poop, bathe the chickens, and recite Buddhist scriptures to the spirit chickens. The chickens are picky eaters, have bad tempers, and if they're not happy, they'll peck at your eggs. You'd better learn to run fast."Lin Hao: …He looked down at his ragged clothes and nearly cried.His clothes were torn like he had fought with a beggar and lost, sleeves were symmetrically missing, and the edges were ripped like they had been chewed by a dog. The wind blew, and he could hear the fabric trembling. Then he looked at his feet—left foot in a crooked straw sandal, right foot… uh, wait, where's my other shoe?"My right foot is bare?!" He froze on the spot, wondering if a mouse had stolen half his shoe while he was asleep."This is too tragic… not even a complete pair of shoes. Should I be grateful the sect didn't make me run around naked?" He muttered to himself, his eyes nearly tearing up.Cultivating immortality is tough, but being a menial disciple is even harder. Lin Hao felt that the phrase "tattered clothes, steady feet" had never felt so fitting.Lin Hao couldn't help but let out a loud wail: "I, a transmigrator, have fallen so low that I don't even deserve the protagonist script?!"Zhang Ergou suddenly leaned over and whispered mysteriously, "But I'll tell you, the cultivation world isn't all about talent. Some people are born with fire roots, some with ice roots, and us?…""What's your root?"Zhang Ergou scratched his head and proudly said, "Me? I have a super weak spiritual vein, 'Shadow Dog Spiritual Vein!' Don't let the name fool you, it sounds like a dog, but in fact, my agility is great, and my sense of smell is sharp. I'm best at reading people's expressions and clinging to powerful people—uh, I mean, following the footsteps of the strong."Lin Hao: "..."Dog spiritual vein?Hearing this, Lin Hao suddenly remembered his spiritual vein test when he joined the sect.At the time, he stood outside the sect, and a group of young boys and girls lined up to test their spiritual veins. They placed their palms on the testing stone one by one."Chen Chen, Illusion Vein, average talent!""Li Mingyue, Thunder Mist Vein, average talent!""Wang Hao, Water Shadow Vein, average talent!"When Lin Hao stepped up, the testing stone went silent, and then a few words appeared—"Clear Dew Vein, extremely weak grade, weak spiritual root, no future in cultivation."At that moment, the elder in charge of the test was silent for three breaths before squeezing out the words: "You can barely cultivate, but there's basically no future."Lin Hao: "???"The surrounding people cast pitying glances.Lin Hao didn't understand at the time, but now, looking back, he finally understood.In this world, spiritual veins are categorized into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. Heaven-grade veins are the highest level, capable of destroying the world. Mysterious and Earth grades are excellent, while Yellow-grade veins can barely cultivate.But his Clear Dew Vein, an extremely weak grade, didn't even qualify as a Yellow-grade!What's the ability?— Controlling the morning dew.Effect?— Small-scale purification and weak healing.Attack power?— None.Lin Hao's lips twitched.This, forget about being the protagonist, he's not even as good as a background character!Zhang Ergou saw the change in his expression and patted his shoulder: "Bro, don't tell me you also have a trash spiritual vein?"Lin Hao sighed: "Clear Dew Vein, grade one."Zhang Ergou sucked in a breath: "… Damn, worse than mine."Lin Hao was silent for a moment and finally accepted the reality.He looked down at his tattered clothes and sighed inwardly. Since crossing over was a fact, anger and complaints were useless; he had no choice but to accept it."So, what do I do now?" Lin Hao asked.Zhang Ergou shrugged his shoulders and looked at him as if it was obvious: "What else? Raise chickens! Unless you want to eat plain rice? Want to get kicked out?"Lin Hao couldn't help but retort, "But I'm a cultivator, shouldn't I only shovel chicken poop for life?"Zhang Ergou laughed heartily: "Well, it depends on your ability. Do a good job, maybe one day you'll get promoted to clean up dragon poop. That stuff comes from high-level spirit beasts, full of spiritual energy, and if you're lucky, you might find some spirit herbs in it."Lin Hao's face was full of speechlessness. This cultivation path... really starts in hell.Zhang Ergou slapped his shoulder and suddenly changed his tone: "But since you've been selected as a menial disciple, maybe you have some opportunity... I've heard that some people, if they're lucky, when they first join the sect, they encounter some 'special fate.'"Lin Hao was startled, his brow twitching: "Special fate?"Zhang Ergou smiled mysteriously, looked around, and lowered his voice: "You know, like systems, inheritances, old masters... Of course, people like us, we usually only get chicken poop."Lin Hao: "…"Zhang Ergou saw his shocked expression and raised an eyebrow triumphantly: "What, could it be that you really have one?"Lin Hao didn't respond, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.That's right! He has a system!He immediately closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, "System!"… Silence.Nothing happened.Lin Hao opened his eyes, his expression gradually stiffened: "…"Something's wrong!He tried again: "System start! System online! System, you big beauty, come out!"Zhang Ergou: "???""System start!""Golden finger online!""外挂开启!""…"Still, no response.Zhang Ergou watched from the side, completely bewildered: "Bro, you don't actually think you're going to get a destiny line with a system, do you?"Lin Hao's lips twitched, he took a deep breath, and leaned against the wall, his eyes blank.Don't transmigrators come with a system? The protagonists in those novels, each one starts with a golden finger, sweeping through the world. And him?Clear Dew Vein, extremely weak, no cheats.Who can bear this?!Lin Hao looked up at the sky, his eyes full of despair."It's over."His lips turned pale, and the only words left in his mind were four."Totally over."Even if he survives in this world, he'll be nothing more than a menial disciple shoveling chicken poop for life. By the time he's in his thirties or forties, a newcomer will replace him, and he'll be kicked out to fend for himself."Typical transmigration, is the heaven playing with me?"Lin Hao sat down on the ground, his gaze hollow, as if he had lost his soul.He didn't want to resist, but the cultivation world was this cruel.No talent, no background, no resources—just relying on courage and hard work is useless.What great opportunities, what rising to the top—it's all nonsense!Lin Hao stared blankly at his palm, forcing a bitter smile: "Clear Dew Vein… I'm not even qualified to be an ordinary cultivator, what's there to talk about turning things around?"He lowered his head, feeling lost, leaning against the wall like a discarded salted fish. Before despair could fully spread, he suddenly thought— even salted fish have a chance to turn over, but he... doesn't even have the chance to be flipped.