Zhao Xing, a professor of modern agriculture, passed away and his soul traveled to the world of immortality.
At the beginning, he was a hundred years old, at the ninth level of qi training. His life was about to end, and he was trying to survive by guarding half an acre of thin farmland.
Everyone thinks he is an old loser who will die at any moment.
Zhao Xing looked at Ling Tian in front of him and smiled.
"Weeds are overgrown, the soil is compacted, and the spacing is too close... You call this farming?"
"Goldfinger awakens, reality is planted, and space is returned tenfold."
"Hand over 10% of the chaff to the sect, and I will keep 90% of the best spiritual food!"
While the senior brother was still complacent about the output of one hundred kilograms of spiritual rice, ten thousand kilograms of perfect spiritual rice had already piled up like a mountain in Zhao Xing's space.
While the sect's geniuses were still fighting for a foundation-building elixir, Zhao Xing had already used massive resources to transform himself into the ancestor of the golden elixir.
Cultivate ancient spiritual roots, tame peerless ferocious beasts, and improve the sect's ten thousand acres of spiritual land.
The alchemist begged for his medicinal herbs, and the weapon refiner held up the magic weapon and begged him for a spiritual fruit.
When the sect suffered a disaster, everyone thought the situation was over.
An old farmer slowly walked out of the back hill.
With a wave of his hand, thousands of sword grasses rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
As soon as he stamped his feet, the dragon veins of the earth responded, and all forces could not invade him.
The world was shocked.
That ordinary old farmer had unknowingly turned the entire world of immortality into his own back garden.
