Kuang Ping traveled through the world of immortality, but he was born with no blood vessels and could not cultivate immortality.
He simply opened a farmhouse at the foot of the Cultivation Mountains, where he picked pickles, raised pigs, and taught monks how to play mahjong.
When the exhaustion of spiritual energy swept through the world of immortality, and the great masters were reduced to useless people, Kuang Ping's small courtyard became the only pure land.
The pickles he pickled contained mysterious resistance, and the spiritual pigs he raised grew fat and strong in the aura desert.
In the past, the powerful immortals worked hard just to get a piece of pickle to survive.
"Boss Kuang, for this month's wages... Can you pay half a pickle in advance?"
Kuang Ping was lying on the rocking chair, sipping the spirit tea: "What's the hurry? Clean the pig pen first."
