When a bolt of lightning jolted my life awake, I realized that even failing to survive a tribulation could give me a fresh start at modern life.
The cultivation world was a near-death experience, but returning to the modern world left me possessing the body of an overworked corporate drone. I worked overtime until three in the morning every day, just to pay my scumbag boyfriend’s mortgage. Then one day, I saw him posting wedding photos with my best friend. That was when it hit me: What kind of love is this? It’s clearly a preview of a cultivation-world dungeon!
It sounds like fantasy, but on my first day back in the countryside to farm, I dug up a spirit spring space. From then on, I rented a mountain, raised fish, shook fruit trees, and hunted wild boars. Life took off, and my livestream sales went viral, making me a top-tier star of the countryside. But can someone tell me why this genius big shot who suddenly appeared keeps staring at my backyard?
But getting rich is never free. Every drop of spirit spring water quietly takes something in return, and every fortune comes at a price. I began to wonder: Was this rebirth a gift from fate, or another, even greater tribulation?
When modern conveniences meet supernatural farming, what should humanity choose? Keep chasing money and efficiency, or rediscover the most primal warmth of the land?
