Even My Dogs Are Golden Core Cultivators. How Can You Hope to Beat Me?

When you transmigrate, you always get a golden finger.

Ye Ming's golden finger lets him repair anything.

He can turn half a page of a damaged cultivation manual into a complete manual.

He can turn a first-grade piece of wood into a divine tree that reaches the heavens.

An impure bloodline? He can even repair a mongrel into an ancient Sky-Swallowing Divine Hound!

Ten years after transmigrating, every book on the shelves in Ye Ming's home is a peerless cultivation manual that cultivators across the Eastern Wasteland dream of obtaining.

An ancient willow tree grows in his courtyard.

A yellow old ox of demon-king rank naps in the corner.

And perched in the willow is a seven-colored rooster whose bloodline is on the verge of becoming that of a true phoenix.

The white cat that ran away from home returned with a fearsome reputation.

Even a random spirit herb in the medicinal garden he planted is enough to drive alchemists wild.

But all Ye Ming wants is a life spent tending fields and flowers, and basking in the sun...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.