After returning from enlightenment and becoming a saint, Li Haotian was tired of the ancient world of cultivation with constant killings, and completely retired to the mountains and fields in the city.
He single-handedly opened up an island and chose it as Langhuan Blessed Land, then opened up a few acres of fertile land and planted peach trees... He spent his free time reading books, occasionally carving coffee tables as a carpenter, and making a cup of fairy spring tea. It was so pleasant.
But why, so many famous families, four major countries, and seekers of immortals come here in droves, just to see him?
"The peach trees are blooming and bearing fruit, the fairy spring of immortality has been cut off and the water is flowing more freely, the fertile fields are harvesting golden rice... You came here just to ask for one thing?" Li Haotian waved his hand, and a strong wind swept over him, and he softly shouted: "Sorry, I won't send you far away!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
Reader comments
The author who has a bad brain writes all about bad things. The first chapter makes me irritated.
The author who has a bad brain writes all about bad things. The first chapter makes me irritated.