A Commoner's Industrial Chronicle: Starting with Grafting Spirit Plants

(The title is still: Building Industry in the Cultivation World, Conquering All Under Heaven With a Village)

A wanderer abroad was about to return home, but fate had other plans and made her transmigrate.

The unlucky soul, who had finally managed to get her hands on a ticket only for that wretched Heaven to toss her into another world, was called Cheng Xi.

What could she do? She could only take things as they came.

Cultivation in another world was supposed to be perilous. That was only natural.

But somehow, things started to feel off.

“What do you mean, talisman factories are mass-producing spirit talismans until they’re practically worthless?”

“What do you mean, spirit-tempering has been industrialized and standardized, and tens of thousands of tons of spirit steel can be made at will?”

“Nascent Soul experts of old spent a thousand years cultivating, but your squad of divine armored soldiers replaced one after just a few months on the assembly line? Isn’t that a little too heaven-defying?”

From then on, the cultivation world had a saying: “An immortal master descends to build divine weapons. Spirit steel and spirit iron flow like water, ten thousand talismans and machines sweep through enemy ranks, and mighty battleships and cannons slay gods and immortals.”

The immortal master said, “Enough talk! Let the battleships and cannons blast those bastards to hell!”