Don't Call Me a Saint, I Just Came to Farm

When others were tested and found to have Heavenly Spirit Roots, Lu Qinghe got a set of planting recommendations. Wood affinity: superior.

Spirit roots undetermined. Recommend covering with soil to encourage growth.

Keep moist.

The elders of the Immortal Sect studied him for ages, then finally decided: They wouldn't take him in yet. They were afraid he wouldn't survive.

Unable to become an immortal, Lu Qinghe, a graduate student in agricultural sciences, could only go farm for the sect so he and his younger sister could get enough to eat.

But the moment he took up a hoe, he heard the spirit rice screaming:

Stop fertilizing me! One more scoop and I'll be ripe!

From then on, his path to immortality gradually veered off course. While others apprenticed themselves to masters and studied swordsmanship, he crouched in the fields investigating fertilizer damage.

While others secluded themselves to break through, he chased a runaway sweet potato through the night.

While others offered a thousand-year-old spirit ginseng to congratulate their patriarch on emerging from seclusion,

he pulled it up and took a look.