Live for 100,000 years, and have all your skills maxed out. While others cultivate immortality, I farm, while refining weapons and elixirs is my pastime. I am the head of a small mountain village. The corn I grow is spiritual root, the native dog I raise is the Demon King, and the hens I feed are mythical beasts. Until the giant of the Immortal Sect knelt down at the entrance of the village to ask for medicine, and the ancestor of the Demonic Way was scared away by my hoe. My five apprentices who had already become immortals finally came to my door, hugging my legs and crying, "Master, stop acting! We can't hold on any longer!" I held my rice bowl with a confused look on my face, "Ah? I'm just a farmer."
