When he wakes up, Lin Feng has become a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit deep in the mountains, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.
No System, no quests, just a “Chosen Lucky Star” aura forcibly bestowed on him by the Heavenly Dao.
Others struggle through countless hardships to find opportunities, while he steps outside for a stroll and stumbles into an ancient medicinal herb garden.
Others fight tooth and nail over treasures, while he casually picks up a stone that can cure every poison.
Even the muddy pool where he bathes is mistaken for a holy spring that can restore flesh and bone, and people sneak sips of it.
One day, as he happily soaks in the mud and wonders how best to eat ginseng for maximum nourishment,
he hears someone shout from the bank: “Fellow Daoist! Are you still selling this holy spring? I'll offer ten high-grade spirit stones!”
Lin Feng: “???” Cultivators these days are something else.
