This Farming Sect Is a Little Too Powerful

After scraping by for a thousand years, Starstar Sect is down to just five disciples. Desperate to survive in the brutal world of immortal cultivation, they decide to contact their founding patriarch, who ascended a thousand years ago, and ask him for five books of supposed cultivation methods.

The eldest senior brother looks at the huge iron hammer in his hands. “Did Patriarch really become an immortal by smithing?”

The second senior brother says nothing, working the fields and growing vegetables day after day.

The eldest senior sister shuts herself away and teaches the youngest junior sister calligraphy and painting.

The youngest junior brother, who can’t read, says, “Whatever’s in the book, I’ll raise it…”

Jiang Chen, hiding in a tiny pocket dimension, wipes his brow at the sight. “I’m just a mortal, the most useless transmigrator ever. That so-called ascension was nothing but me hiding away in a little pocket dimension where time moves differently, which I got by redeeming points from my System. How could I have supreme immortal arts to pass on to you? Could people from Earth really cultivate immortality first?”

A few years later, a mighty cultivator passes over Starstar Sect. “Are immortals these days all so low-key? They’re hiding here to farm and smith!”