With his System maxed out and cultivation reaching the heavens, Lin Mo had hoped to retire to a secluded valley, growing medicinal herbs, brewing wine, and watching the clouds drift by. But the young man he casually rescued became the leader of the righteous path, the fragmentary manual he gave away was revered as the sacred scripture of cultivation, and even the dead tree he had casually planted behind his house grew into a sacred spirit-root tree that protected the whole region. When cultivators from across the land trampled his gates in their eagerness to meet the “hidden true immortal,” Lin Mo gazed at the chaos of chickens flying and dogs leaping across his courtyard and rubbed his temples in exasperation. “I just wanted to retire. How did I become a legend?”
