[Slow-burn farming + the eerie resurgence + extraordinary professions]
When Xia Yang opens his eyes, he's a farmer's son in the borderlands of Great Chu. The old locust tree in the courtyard cries in the middle of the night, and the wheat in the fields grows roots shaped like snakes.
In this world, farmers are tough enough to water their fields with demon blood and use the remains of ancient gods as fertilizer.
“Ding! Killed a Bone-Eroding Vine. Points +50.”
“Ding! Ripened Bloodweeping Rice. Unlocked talent: [Flesh Resonance].”
Then the Imperial Observatory in the capital discovers:
The wheat waves in Qingmu Town surge like the sea, every ear of grain bearing the pupil of a god;
Corpses rot in the wilderness, their necks wrapped in Salvation Vines that chant sutras;
And more terrifying still is the boy carrying a hoe, with something lurking in his shadow that has devoured twelve mountain gods...
**The Old Locust Tree's Spirit Root**.
“Everyone says farmers are as weak as ants?” Xia Yang cleaves through the Ninefold Heavenly Tribulation with one swing of his hoe, while countless demonic plants behind him tear the sky apart.
