A Supreme Lord Greatest Adversary

The White Jade Beauty walked past me.

"Try not to embarrass yourself again tomorrow, Supreme Lord." I clenched my fists.

Tomorrow, I would reclaim my honor. Tomorrow, I would prove myself.

Tomorrow…I would probably get smacked again.

I dragged myself back to the outer disciple quarters, my body aching from the sheer humiliation of the day.

Big Wu patted my back, his grin wider than the Grand Celestial Gate itself.

"Bro, I gotta say, I've never seen anyone get tossed that far over some vegetables before."

I gritted my teeth. "I'm honored to be the first." The other outer disciples whispered as I walked past.

"Did you hear? That new guy made Elder Shen so mad he took three laps around the sect...through the air."

"I heard he tried to plant turnips like he was burying treasure."

"Forget cultivation. He should master the Dao of Agricultural Failure." I ignored them.

Because tomorrow, I would redeem myself. Or at least, that was the plan.

Mission Failed: Cultivation? No, You're on Laundry Duty

The next morning, I woke up energized.

Today, I would finally return to real training. Today, I would prove myself. Today, I would...

"Outer disciple Long Fei Jian!" Elder Shen's voice boomed.

I stood at attention. "Yes, honored Elder?"

"You've been assigned a new task." I smirked.

Finally. Something worthy of my power. Elder Shen threw a bundle of clothes at me.

"Wash these." I blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"The Sect's robes need cleaning. You're on laundry duty." I stood frozen.

I had defeated gods. I had shaken the heavens. And now… I was scrubbing robes.

A Supreme Lord's Fourth Humiliation: The Dao of Washing

Big Wu handed me an invisible wooden bucket, and pointed toward the river.

"Better get started, bro. The last guy who slacked off on laundry duty got tied to the Sect's flagpole as a 'lesson.'"

I narrowed my eyes. "That won't happen to me."

An hour later… I was knee-deep in soapy water, battling rebellious robes that refused to stay clean. The fabric fought back.

One particularly stubborn robe wrapped around my leg, sending me crashing into the river. The White Jade Beauty strolled by, watching me struggle.

"Interesting technique," she mused. "Are you cultivating the Dao of Soap?" I gurgled angrily. She smiled, and walked away.

Big Wu shook his head. "Bro, you really gotta stop challenging fabric to duels."

I muttered, "Just wait till I regain my power. This whole sect is going to bow before me." Another robe smacked me in the face.

I sighed. Revenge would have to wait. The heavens had forsaken me.

I, Long Fei Jian, once the Supreme Lord of the Four Realms, had battled ancient demons, defied celestial laws, and even slapped an immortal dragon across the face.

Yet today, my most formidable opponent was... Laundry. The river bubbled as I glared at the massive pile of dirty sect robes before me.

Big Wu, lounging on a rock nearby, tossed me another invisible bundle. "Better hurry up, bro. The Elders are serious about their robes being spotless." I gritted my teeth, and dunked another robe into the river, scrubbing like my life depended on it.

A Supreme Lord's New Cultivation Path: The Thousand-Wash Palm

I unleashed a series of rapid movements, my hands moving with supreme precision, rubbing the fabric against the washboard at speeds that could split the heavens.

Scrub! Scrub! Scrub!

Water splashed violently, waves rippling across the river. Fish leaped out of the water in terror.

Big Wu whistled. "Damn, bro, you sure you weren't a laundromancer in your past life?" I ignored him. If I had to wash these robes, I would do it flawlessly.

I activated my weakened spiritual energy, focusing all my inner strength into a single technique.

"Soaring Dragon Suds Art!"

The water spiraled, robes flipped through the air, and in a mere moment, every piece of cloth was washed, rinsed, and dried....flapping in the wind like heavenly banners.

I crossed my arms and smirked. Even the art of laundry could not defeat me. Until....

"Ah, you missed a spot," Big Wu said, pointing. I looked down at the robe in my hands.

A single. Tiny. Speck. Of dirt. I felt my soul leave my body.

Disaster Strikes: The Elder's Robe of Doom

Just as I was about to destroy that treacherous speck, a shadow loomed over me.

I turned my head.....Elder Shen.

Behind him, a row of Elders stood, all waiting for their robes.

Elder Shen picked up one of the freshly cleaned robes. I held my breath. He examined the fabric.

He nodded. Then, he sniffed it.

I relaxed.Until—

He rubbed the cloth against his cheek, paused, and frowned. My stomach sank.

"Long Fei Jian…" he began.

I straightened up. "Yes, Honored Elder?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Why does this robe…smell like pickled radish?" Big Wu choked on his own spit.

I blinked. "Wait. What?" Elder Shen held the robe closer to my face.

A faint but distinct scent of pickled radish filled the air.

Panic shot through me. Did I…? No. That's impossible!…Unless…

I flashed back to earlier...to the moment I wiped my hands on my robe after eating breakfast.

I had been so focused on scrubbing, I accidentally infused the robes with the scent of my morning meal. Punishment: Laundry Duty…Forever?

Elder Shen's face darkened. "Your washing skills are…questionable," he said. I swallowed hard.

"From now on, you will handle the Sect's laundry every day until further notice."

I felt my soul shatter into a thousand pieces.

Big Wu patted my shoulder. "Damn, bro. You really just unlocked the Sect's hardest side quest." I screamed internally. Revenge would have to wait… Because apparently, so would my dignity.

The Sect's outer disciples gathered around me in the courtyard, whispering in hushed voices.

"Did you hear? The new laundry boy made the Elders smell like pickled radish."

"I heard Elder Shen almost fainted."

"I heard he cried." I gritted my teeth.

Me. Long Fei Jian, once the Supreme Lord of the Four Realms. The man who split mountains with a flick of his sleeve. The legend who fought heavenly tribulations while taking a nap. Reduced to a walking air freshener?.

And as if the heavens themselves wanted to mock me, a breeze drifted through the sect, carrying the faint scent of… Pickled radish.

I heard an Elder sneeze in the distance. This was rock bottom.

A Supreme Lord's Rise from the Dirty Robes

I refused to accept this humiliation.

There were two things I had to do: