I Transmigrated to the Stars to Farm, and the Powerhouses Dote on Me

[Interstellar + Immortal-Cultivation Farming Space + Chatty System + Female Disguise as Male + Sweet, Adored by Everyone]

Lu Youyou, a 23-year-old PhD in agronomy, was caught in a landslide during a field survey. When she opened her eyes, she had transmigrated to the year 3,838,438 in the interstellar era.

Desolate Planet 350 was all scorched earth, with not a blade of grass in sight. And in her mind, a System calling itself Long Aotian was frantically apologizing:

[Host! You were supposed to go to the cultivation world! The main god made a mistake and tossed you into the interstellar era...]

Lu Youyou: [...So what's my golden finger?]

Long Aotian, guiltily: [An immortal-cultivation... farming System?]

Lu Youyou: [In the interstellar era? Immortal cultivation? Farming? Are you out of your mind?!]

Long Aotian, shouting hoarsely: [But your spirit plants are the only cure in the interstellar era! They can treat the mental instability of those SSSSR-level big shots!]

Lu Youyou looked down at her own height of 162 centimeters, then up at the five men before her, all over 200 centimeters tall, with auras like demons and expressions that said, “Who is this weak male brat?”

Lu Youyou: [This is the golden finger you were talking about? You want me to disguise myself as a man and live with five SSSSRs who could go berserk at any moment?]

Long Aotian, in a small voice: [They still haven't realized you're female. Your disguise is holding up just fine...]

Before he could finish, a white-haired research big shot pushed up his glasses. His eyes turned dark and his lips curled into a slight smile.

Lu Youyou: ...

Lu Youyou: [Long Aotian, explain why both his affection and obsession levels just exploded!]