Uncle Nine: A Portable Paradise, Farming for Hundredfold Dao Fruits

After transmigrating into the chaos of the Republic of China era, Jiang Tian spends five years cultivating in seclusion on Mount Mao. With only an average constitution, he has no choice but to descend the mountain and find a way to make a living. Fortunately, he awakens a pocket paradise of his own: natural feng shui formations from the real world can be copied directly into his space, where all things grow wildly and spiritual pressure surges. Beneath the Qian family’s old house in Ren Family Town lies a Yin formation where a hundred ghosts carry a coffin to nurture a corpse, its sinister aura overwhelming. Jiang Tian raises a hand and copies it. In an instant, Yin-soil moss sprouts throughout his paradise, with the expected Dao Fruit yield being Corpse-Nurturing and Corpse-Refining techniques. His cultivation shoots from Rank Five to Rank Seven on the spot, and with a casual flick of a yellow talisman, he blasts a Rank Seven evil ghost to ash. Uncle Jiu gapes. “You call this thing farming?” Jiang Tian moves a Dragonfly Skimming the Water formation into his paradise, where spiritual springs gather and koi turn into flood dragons. He copies the Hegemon Shedding His Armor formation, doubling the power of the talismans and weapons he refines. He plants Thunder Essence Fruits, and the Five Thunder Palm technique grows right on the tree. He plucks one and swallows it, and lightning crackles in his palm. The spiritual energy is depleted in this declining age? No problem. Jiang Tian squats in his paradise, watering the plants and feeding the chickens. Looking up at the trees laden with blue Dao Fruits, he grins. “Senior Brother, lend me your inked string for a bit. Something new has ripened in my field again.” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.