On the Wasteland, I Am Good at Farming and Finally Become a Saint

[Slow-heat farming + strange recovery + extraordinary career] When Xia Yang opened his eyes, he became a farmer on the border of Dachu. The old locust trees in the courtyard would cry in the middle of the night, and the wheat seeds in the fields had snake-shaped roots. The cultivators of this world are ruthless characters who want to water the ground with demon blood and use the remains of ancient gods as fertilizer. "Ding! Kill the Bone Corrosion Vine, points +50" "Ding! Ripe weeping blood rice and unlock the [Flesh Resonance] talent." Until Qin Tianjian of the imperial capital discovered: The wheat waves in Qingmu Town are as turbulent as the sea, and every ear of wheat has pupils of gods; The rotting corpses in the barren mountains have the vines of salvation wrapped around their necks that can chant sutras; What's even more terrifying is the young man carrying the hoe. Behind him is the figure who swallowed the twelve mountain gods... **Laohuai Linggen**. "They say cultivators are as weak as ants?" Xia Yang split the ninth level of heavenly calamity with a hoe, and thousands of demonic plants behind him tore apart the sky.