I Plunder Traits and Go on a Killing Spree in Horror Dungeons

The day Grandma coughed up blood, Zhang Momo dug a piece of green jade out from beneath the foundation of a wall.

Blood stained the jade, and it entered the space between his brows. He gained a pocket dimension: a spring of spiritual water, an acre of black soil, and a time flow ten times faster than the outside world.

From then on, barren hills became fertile fields, and a poor village became a land of plenty.

But he never expected the spring to attract an elder from the Qingyun Sect. The elder asked him, “Who taught you?”

He had no answer.

The stone tablet in the pocket dimension revealed just seven words: “The first step to rebuilding the Immortal Farmer lineage.”

It turned out the jade was a legacy treasure of an ancient Immortal Farmer tradition.

It turned out he wasn’t growing vegetables, but destiny.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.