The Road to a Clan’s Rise with the System at His Side: A Five-Element Spirit Root
Chen Yan figures his life is as good as over.
His five-element spirit root is hopelessly impure. During the spirit-root test, even the testing lamp could barely be bothered to shine at a third of its full brightness, and he was written off as a good-for-nothing who would never get beyond sensing qi. His father died young, leaving him half a mu of spirit fields with scant spiritual energy. He and his frail mother and lively little sister have only one another. Zhang the Butcher of Qingshi Village eyes their fields greedily, while sect prodigies treat him like dirt beneath their feet. In this cultivation world, where human life is worth less than grass, someone like him would be lucky to live past thirty.
Then the black ring warms, and the Mortal Path Alchemy Farmer System drops into his lap.
[Ding! Plant your first Qi-Gathering Grass. Reward: Introductory Spirit-Gathering Formation!]
[Ding! Refine a batch of low-grade Body-Tempering Powder. Reward: Mortal Heart Formula, teachable to family members!]
[Ding! Repel the field-grabbers and protect your family. Reward: Basic Five-Element Saber Arts!]
While others fly on swords in search of opportunities, he crouches in his spirit fields, arranging formation flags. While others shut themselves away and toil at cultivation, he tends the pill furnace and boils medicinal concoctions. His five-element spirit root is impure? Perfect, he can refine pills for all five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth! No sect to back him up? No problem. Every clan member he teaches can fight, defend the family, and work the fields!
The Zhang Clan Leader’s punch whistles through the air. “Chen Yan, hand over the spirit fields and I’ll spare your life!”
Chen Yan wipes the medicinal residue from his hands. Behind him, his cousin Chen Shi grips a hoe and sneers, while his little sister Chen Ya directs spirit grass to coil around their opponent’s ankles. “You want to touch our land? Ask the pill furnace in my hands first!”
Later, when the Zhao Clan of Yuncheng tries to steal his pill recipes, he traps them in a manure pit for three days and nights with a poisonous-herb formation.
Later still, an elder of the Qingyun Sect covets his System,
Not bad, worth a look