Framed by the company, millions of dollars in debt, and my mother secretly selling blood - I was forced into a desperate situation.
In order to save my father who was in a vegetative state, I signed a blood contract and used my Yangshou to water the fairy grass.
Others rely on aura to cultivate immortality, while he relies on krypton life to cultivate immortality.
When the expensive elixir was grown by him for the price of cabbage, when the dying giant knelt down and begged him for a life-sustaining grass,
When the peeping Immortal Sect discovered that what he had grown was not only immortal grass, but also something that could subvert the taboos of the Three Realms...
Only then did everyone realize in horror: This mortal man who lives to farm holds the life and death of the entire era in his hands.
Later, the entire world of cultivators begged me... To stop planting.
