Synopsis (300-word version)
While others cultivate immortality, prove their Dao, and vie for supremacy across the heavens, I just want to look after my little plot of land and live the simple life of a farmer.
Everyone laughs at me for being timid and lowly, and too weak to hurt a fly. No one knows I’m hiding peerless combat strength.
A sect prodigy wants to use me to make a name for himself? An ancient divine beast goes on a rampage? A peerless demon wreaks havoc? Powerful beings from across the heavens descend?
Sorry, I’m just a farmer.
I till Primordial Chaos Spirit Soil, grow primordial divine plants, and wield creation-splitting divine weapons.
One punch can shatter the stars, one sword can cleave the heavens, and a single thought can determine the fate of the universe.
So-called prodigies? I send them flying with a hoe. Divine beasts? I take them down with a sickle. Sages? I knock them to their knees with a clod of dirt.
Whether you’re the supreme ruler of the Immortal Realm, overlord of the Demon Realm, an ancient titan, or a great emperor from across the heavens, if you dare disturb the peace of my farm or lay a hand on anyone close to me, I’ll beat you senseless first!
I only wanted to keep a low profile, farm, and live in peace. But the world insists on forcing my hand.
In that case, I’ll make the Myriad Worlds remember one thing:
Don’t mess with that farmer!
I’m just a farmer,
and I beat up every powerful being I meet. So what?
