Lin Chuan transmigrates to a world of cultivation and becomes the son of an assistant magistrate in a remote county.
His spiritual roots are mixed, and the path of immortality is closed to him? No problem.
His System activates and shows him a whole new path: every resident of the county automatically contributes a trace of cultivation to him each day.
Ten thousand people means ten thousand traces of cultivation a day.
No spiritual roots, no cultivation techniques, no spirit veins required.
He only has to do one thing: make more people want to come and stay.
While others cultivate in seclusion, he clears land and farms it.
While others fight over fortuitous opportunities, he builds irrigation works.
While others kill for treasures, he cuts taxes.
Many years later, the Immortal Emperor looks down upon the mortal world and finally notices this anomaly, who relies on neither spiritual energy nor cultivation techniques, yet has reached unimaginable power.
“You're nothing but a mortal. How did you acquire such heaven-defying cultivation?”
Lin Chuan looks up, with countless billions of people standing behind him.
“It comes from the people of this world.”
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