This is not a transmigration power fantasy. It is a slow-paced, farming story told through sensory details. A story about
A ninety-seven-year-old man waiting to die.
Qin Xuan is ninety-seven, at the third level of Qi Refining, with four spiritual roots and only one year left to live.
He thought his life would end just like that.
Until he gave some advice to a female disciple in the plaza who was about to freeze to death from the cold.
After that, someone came knocking at his door every day.
Someone bringing porridge. Someone chopping firewood. Someone who said nothing, just handed him a pill recipe with a sash tied around their waist.
He began teaching them how to survive.
As he kept teaching, his sleeves gradually filled up.
The dates were sweet, the salt was salty, and half a piece of candy was warm.
Someone asked him, “How much have you got in your sleeves?”
He gathered up his cuffs. “Enough to get me this far.”
