Farming style + Mortal style + Cultivation of immortals in the apocalypse. The rhythm is steady and not mindless. The protagonist is a farmer. Golden Finger has a paranoid understanding of "land" and "vitality".
I, Li Qingfeng, am a useless person with four spiritual roots in the last days of cultivating immortals. I am in charge of the worst medicine garden in my sect.
These days, spiritual energy is thin and resources are cut off, so the monks are eager to grab it. If I don't rob, I will farm.
Others laugh at me: "Can you grow golden elixir from farming?"
I said nothing. Because I touched an uninterrupted stream of "living energy" under the wasteland.
When other people's spiritual fields withered and their cultivation stagnated, the night dew flowers bloomed just right on my three-foot field.
The gray gophers came to chew the grass, and I let the wire grass grow barbs. Evil cultivators came to seize the land, and I made the mountains full of thorns come alive.
Senior brother said that I was on an evil path.
I pointed to my feet: "My way is in the soil."
"You practice ascension, I practice -"
"In this world that is about to end, how can a seed survive?"
Starting from a piece of wasteland, plant a "home" that can take root in the end of the world.
