Half an Acre of Spirit Fields

Chen Wangshu has four spiritual roots, mediocre talent, and a slow cultivation pace. The cultivation world would be no different with him than without him. He has no grand ambitions, either. All he wants is to take good care of the half-acre of spiritual farmland in his hands. As he tends it, the field becomes a spiritual vein, half an acre grows into thousands of acres, and Qi Refining becomes Golden Core. Looking back, some of the single-spiritual-root geniuses from back then have fallen, while others have been stuck at bottlenecks for over a century without making progress. And he is still squatting by the field ridge, taking his time.

“It's farming. What's the rush?”