A lonely grave at midnight, wind howling like the cries of cranes, and my uncle digging up a corpse. I'm a Celestial Master from Mount Longhu who transmigrated here after failing to survive tribulation. I thought I could settle down and farm in peace, but the world is harsh and ghosts lurk everywhere. To stay alive, I have no choice but to swing a hoe in one hand and a peachwood sword in the other, driving out evil spirits and improving the crops until I turn this cursed land into a renowned feng shui paradise. Life is hard, but it's still better than becoming a meal for wild ghosts.
