In front of the ancestral tomb of the Qingqiu Sect, Lin Qingxuan was kicked into the mud once again.
“A dog guarding the ancestral tomb thinks he deserves to breathe? Once I dig up this rotten grave, your whole family can feed the wild dogs!” An iron boot ground into the back of his hand. Blood and mud filled his mouth. He clutched the broken sword his parents had left him, their final keepsake, thrust into his hands as they lay dying with traitors' blades through their chests.
The next instant, blue light burst from the tombstone, and a mechanical voice rang out in his sea of consciousness:
[Ancestral Tomb Farming System bound! Thousand-year ginseng king seeds issued. They will mature after three days of watering with spirit spring water!]
[Ancestral spirit card for Lin Zhantian, late-stage Nascent Soul, activated. Possession grants the strength to fight a Deity Transformation expert!]
When the first spirit herb broke through the soil, the genius who had once trampled him into the mud was on his knees, trembling as he stared at the blood-red battle spirit Lin Qingxuan had summoned. “Y-You’re not a good-for-nothing?!”
Lin Qingxuan wiped the blood from his sword and looked up with a cold smile. “A good-for-nothing? From today on, what we grow in this ancestral tomb is your lives!”
