Chen Wangshu, a cultivator with four spiritual roots, has mediocre qualifications and slow cultivation. In the world of immortality, he is not much more than him, and he is not much less than him. He doesn't have any big ambitions, he just wants to cultivate the half acre of spiritual land in his hand. As you plant, the fields turn into spiritual veins, half an acre turns into thousands of hectares, and practicing Qi turns into golden elixir. Looking back, some of those geniuses with single spiritual roots have fallen, and some have been stuck at a bottleneck for more than a hundred years, unable to make any progress. And he was still squatting on the field ridge, taking his time.
"You're just farming, what's the rush?"
