I Planted a Mountain and River in the World of Cultivation

Lin Wanxing traveled through time. A mortal at the bottom of the cultivation world, he has no spiritual roots, no property, only half an acre of saline-alkali land where nothing can be grown, and a leaky adobe house. The good news is, he studied soil improvement. The bad news is that in this predatory world, growing food may be more dangerous than not growing it at all. On the day he went to the mountains to look for seeds, he picked up a man covered in blood by a mountain stream. The man called himself Mo Yuan. He was as cold as ice. When he looked at people, his dark golden vertical pupils were full of alertness. Lin Wanxing thought he had picked up trouble, but he didn't expect that what he picked up was the top cooking god in the world of cultivation, the most ferocious fighting power, and—— The most arrogant shorts protector. Mo Yuan disliked his unpalatable cooking and took over the kitchen with a cold face. A bowl of wild vegetable and mushroom soup was cooked to a heavenly taste, and Lin Wanxing burst into tears after eating it. From then on, he was responsible for farming and Mo Yuan was responsible for cooking. Saline-alkali land has become fertile farmland, coarse grains have become delicious, and life is getting better day by day. But trouble also came. Ruffians, monks, enemies... Wave after wave of people focused on his fields, Mo Yuan's cooking, and Mo Yuan himself. Only then did Lin Wanxing realize that the "trouble" he had picked up was once an existence that even heaven and earth feared. But now, the being who once overlooked all living beings was wearing an apron and cooking for him in front of the stove. "Who are you?" Lin Wanxing asked. Mo Yuan handed him a bowl of hot soup and said in a calm tone: "The person who cooks for you." --- Farm, cook, raise dragons. From nothing to something.