Introduction to the work (300 words version)
While others cultivate immortality and attain enlightenment and compete for hegemony in the heavens, I just want to guard one-third of an acre of land and be an ordinary farmer.
Everyone in the world laughs at me for being cowardly and humble, with no strength to tie a chicken. No one knows that I have unparalleled fighting power.
The sect's genius stepped on me to establish his authority? Are ancient mythical beasts showing off their evil deeds? The ultimate demon is wreaking havoc? The powerful men from all over the world are coming?
Sorry, I'm just a farmer.
What I cultivate is the chaotic spiritual soil, what I plant is the Hongmeng Divine Plant, and what I wield is the Heaven-Opening Divine Artifact.
A punch can break the stars, a sword can cut the sky, and a thought can fix the world.
The so-called genius can be knocked away with a hoe; the so-called divine beast can be brought down with a sickle; the so-called saint can be knocked to his knees by a clod of earth.
Regardless of whether you are the Supreme Being of the Immortal Realm, the Overlord of the Demonic Realm, an Eternal Giant, or the Great Emperor of the Heavens,
If you dare to disturb the tranquility of my countryside, if you dare to touch the people around me, I will give you a good beating first!
I originally wanted to keep a low profile and farm, and live a stable life, but the world insisted on forcing me to take action.
Since this is the case, then I will let all heavens and worlds remember:
Don't mess with that farmer!
I am a farmer,
What's wrong with beating up all the strong men?
