Farming in the Cultivation World, Until the Immortals Force Me Out of Hiding

Other cultivators cultivate by stealing. I cultivate by farming.

Reborn as a discarded stand-in with a good-for-nothing spiritual root, Li Wen only wants to tend his three acres of barren fields, grow spirit rice, brew fruit wine, and raise a treasure-hunting rat, all while keeping his head down until he achieves immortality.

That is, until he grows a rainbow-hued Rosy Cloudgrass and brews a jar of Hundred-Fruit Wine strong enough to knock out a Golden Core cultivator.

One night, a gentle elder knocks on his thatched hut: “Nephew, could you perhaps grow a little more spirit rice?”

The icy senior sister storms into his fields, injured from sword practice: “Lend me some of your medicinal herbs. I need them for my wounds.”

Even the dignified, imposing sect leader and master sheds her fine robes and steps barefoot onto his field ridge: “Li Wen, I’m tired. Could you let someone like me stay here while you farm?”

Li Wen clutches his hoe. “I just want to farm! Don’t come any closer!”

Later, when demonic cultivators besiege the sect and demonic beasts mass at its borders, everyone trembles in fear.

Li Wen sighs and scatters a handful of seeds.

In an instant, withered trees bloom anew, countless vines form a prison, and a thousand acres of spirit plants transform into swords. One man becomes an entire sect.

The fairies glance at him with sparkling eyes. “So, do you still say you only want to farm?”

Multiple heroines, farming-focused, slice of life