Seriously? I'm the Only Disciple on the Entire Mountain?

[No System]+ [No connections]+ [Slacker master]+ [An ordinary person’s daily life cultivating immortality] A beggar from the start, with no golden finger and no powerful parents to rely on. Penniless, with a family background that couldn’t be clearer. Two plus four equals six. My life is absolutely six-sational! I stumble into the cultivation world, only to find I don’t even have a spiritual root. After finally exploiting a bug to get one, I shamelessly beg a master to take me in. Only after reaching the mountain do I discover: I’m the only disciple on the entire mountain! Do I really have to cultivate immortality? If all else fails, I’ll learn a cleaning spell and go home to become a high-end cleaner… My master gives me a wicked smile. “Once you’ve become my disciple, there’s no backing out.” :) The continent’s once-every-three-years trial realm opens. Everyone else enters the realm to seek opportunities and treasures, hunt spirit beasts, and cultivate to level up. Me: I’ve dug up all the herbs within five miles. People outside: Who let that kid spend a whole day and night digging up spirit herbs in the dirt? Master: “…” (You can’t see me. You can’t see me. You can’t see me.) From then on, three new rules were added to the trial realm. Every inexplicable rule exists because someone even more inexplicable did something equally inexplicable behind the scenes. (This is a slow-paced farming story about easygoing master-disciple daily life and slacking off during cultivation. No scheming, no jealousy over love, just a laid-back life.)