Liu Eryang only wants to farm in his village, but accidentally finds a broken tower.
He plans to use it to pickle vegetables, never expecting the tower to be full of prodigies from countless worlds, all begging to acknowledge him as their master.
The haughty female sect master angrily smashes her life-bound treasure. “I’d rather die than submit!”
The next second, a crock of pickles flies out of the tower and pins her down.
The aloof female sword immortal draws her sword, only to have a cucumber fly out of the tower and knock her hairpin askew.
Then one day, the Immortal Emperor leads an army to attack. Liu Eryang silently pulls out a handful of pickles...
“Wait, why does your pickle crock look so much like my Demon Refining Pot?!”
