Forget Cultivating Immortality, Come Be My Little Seed

Transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a good-for-nothing junior apprentice and sent off to farm. While everyone else practices qi, I cultivate “realms”; while everyone else raises pets, I raise “kids.”

The Seed of Strength is a loyal, proud pup; the Seed of Fortune is a lucky little pet; the Seed of Life is a gentle, fatherly caretaker…

Every day, I wave to the geniuses: “Forget cultivating immortality. Come be my little seeds!”

It isn't until the Withering Cult arrives that I learn I'm not raising kids. I'm raising five worlds!

The villain cackles. “Submit to the Withering!”

My loyal seed quietly steps in front of me and punches his head clean off.