After a Century of Farming, My Abandoned Herb Garden Became a Sacred Land

[Not a wish-fulfillment novel + calm everyday life + lighthearted humor + no female lead + no angst + ultimate survivor] Read with caution. Others cultivate immortality to defy the heavens and fight for their lives; I cultivate only to live forever. I might as well be a happy gardener. From the start, all I had was a ruined garden, a fishing rod, and a pet. I fish for the heavens in my garden while he fights for his life outside the gate. The weeds I planted grew into Enlightenment Tea; my pet is a young ancient divine beast. When the aftermath of the battle between immortals and demons threatens to destroy the sect, I have no choice but to say softly to those outside the gate, “No fighting in this garden.”