I Cultivate in a Zombie Apocalypse
A zombie apocalypse? Everyone’s frantically stockpiling supplies and building fortresses. As the only cultivator in the world, I’m free to enjoy my cultivation.
After the zombies break out, my neighbors frantically trade food for supplies, scrimping and saving as they live in constant fear.
I quietly carve out a spiritual field on the rooftop, use magic to summon a spirit spring, and grow low-grade spiritual plants.
I even anonymously post on a cultivation forum: “Fresh spiritual rice in exchange for old phones and tablets. I need more shows to watch.”
Then winter arrives, the zombies mutate, and everyone is starving and freezing, while I lounge in the sun on my balcony.
My neighbors finally notice that my home is green and springlike all year round, and that a single grain of rice I grow can keep you full for three days.
As they charge over with bloodshot eyes, my guard spirit dog lazily yawns.
