After failing his tribulation, Chen Fan spends ten thousand years waiting for his soul to reunite. He is reborn from a world of cultivation and endless fighting into the Age of Declining Spiritual Energy. He spent his last life working himself to the bone. This time, he just wants to slack off!
System rewards? None! A golden finger? The old man in his ring had long since lost his soul!
Fortunately, he inherits an impoverished sect from his ancestors, Qingyun Sect, which has dwindled to a few thatched huts.
The mountains are barren, the land is poor, and the only spiritual vein is as thin as a strand of hair.
Chen Fan is delighted. “Perfect! This godforsaken place is just right for my retirement!”
Grow some crops, raise some fish, and bask in the sun. What more could anyone want?
But uninvited guests keep disturbing his peace.
“Senior, the cabbages you planted on a whim are actually a lost spiritual herb?” That’s just because you’re ignorant!
“Senior, sheltering from the rain beneath your eaves helped me comprehend an unparalleled sword technique?” You’re the one with the wild imagination!
“Senior, please take me as your disciple! I’ll clear the mountains and move rocks for you, and restore the sect to greatness!” Get lost. Stop bothering me while I farm!
Chen Fan just wants to chase these “workaholics” off the mountain, but one offhand sarcastic remark sends their cultivation soaring. The discarded dregs from his medicine-making are revered as treasures by alchemy masters, while the cleaning talismans he doodles become supreme formation diagrams in the eyes of formation grandmasters!
When Chen Fan finally wakes from a nap, he discovers that his once-barren sect has somehow become the cultivation paradise everyone longs to visit, and that he has somehow become the legendary reclusive master...
Chen Fan: “I really... just wanted to farm!”
It's interesting. It's pretty good so far. Don't write it down too quickly 🤭🤭🤭