Honghuang: From the Start, I Had a Bamboo Shoot, and Zhunti Came to Recruit Me

[Primordial World Saga] [System Cultivation] [Cautious Immortal Cultivation] [Disciple of a Sage] [Farming and Growth] After transmigrating to the primordial world, Jiang Yuan becomes a bamboo stalk. An innate Clear-Heart Bamboo, a low-grade spiritual root: from the start, he's in hell mode. The Western lands are barren, with not a soul in sight, while all the big shots are caught up in cutthroat competition in the East. He doesn't even have anyone to talk to. Fortunately, life as a bamboo is simple and unassuming: bask in the sun, absorb spiritual energy, restore the earth's ley lines, and tend to his sanctuary. After tens of thousands of years, he finally takes human form, reaching the Golden Immortal realm with a bamboo forest, a spirit spring, and a little medicinal garden of his own. He thinks he'll spend the rest of his life as a quiet, reclusive farmer. Until one day, a Daoist in hemp robes, his face etched with hardship, appears on Lingtai Mountain. “Fellow Daoist, I have come from Western Mount Sumeru. I sense that this place is destined to be connected to me.” Jiang Yuan recognizes him: Daoist Zhunti, a future Heavenly Dao Sage! Without another word, he bows down: “Your disciple Jiang Yuan pays his respects to Master!” On his first day as a disciple, his senior uncle Jieyin bestows upon him a ninth-grade Pure World White Lotus, an upper-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. His master, Daoist Zhunti, gives him a supreme-grade Bodhi seed that enhances his comprehension. After three thousand years traveling Mount Sumeru, he comprehends the Great Dao of Life and breaks through two realms in succession. After five thousand years of arduous cultivation, he reaches the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm and creates his own divine ability, “Mount Sumeru Mountain-Quelling Art.” At the grand ceremony celebrating the Heavenly Court's founding, he sits at the banquet, eating spirit fruit and drinking celestial wine, casually stuffing all the fruit pits into his sleeve to plant back at Lingtai Mountain. The Daoist Shangqing watches him for a long while. “Your disciple is a practical one.” Jiang Yuan: The big shots can fight among themselves. I just want to quietly farm and cultivate to immortality.