Spiritual energy is running dry, and the class system has calcified.
Sects monopolize spiritual veins, while spirit fields have become tools for exploiting rogue cultivators.
Certification fees and transaction taxes strip away wealth at every turn. Those at the bottom have no chance of rising.
The protagonist, Wang Dayun, transmigrates from Earth. A “good-for-nothing” who needs five times the resources of an ordinary person to cultivate.
Others transmigrate and thrive thanks to their spiritual roots and lucky opportunities. For him, even scraping by in the market is a distant dream.
To break through, he must lie low. Only by surviving can he turn the tables.
One swing of his hoe, and a barren field turns green, yielding premium spirit rice.
Another swing, and spirit herbs take root, restoring life to a wasted spiritual vein.
Starting with a single spirit field and a rusty hoe, he builds a farm of his own: a farm for Wang Dayun, and for all the low-level cultivators cast aside by the old order!
The guild forces prices down? The rules strangle him? He creates a work-point system and establishes a cooperative of spirit farmers.
The sects suppress and hunt him? He allies with rogue cultivators, the demon race, and the sea folk, uniting everyone abandoned by the old order.
Others cultivate immortality by robbing homes, snatching pills and spiritual veins, and fighting over a dwindling pool of resources.
Wang Dayun cultivates immortality by farming, balancing the books, and setting rules. Through labor, he creates value and carves out a flourishing age of immortality where everyone can work the land.
Opportunity belongs to those who strive, and to everyone at Farm No. 9527!
The work is average and lacks many details. I can read it fairly smoothly, and it's not too confusing.
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To be honest, I have seen waste materials flow. But this was the first time I saw someone unable to practice at the beginning. Your opening is bound to fail to attract readers. 🤦