After graduating from college, Lin Fusheng returned to his hometown and inherited a dilapidated and barren mountain. He originally wanted to set up a farmhouse to make a living.
Unexpectedly, as soon as it opened, it welcomed some strange customers.
The old man with a broken arm was chopping firewood in the backyard, crying and saying that he had mastered the art of swordsmanship.
The square dance aunt used sound fighting skills to shake off her inner demons.
Even the glass of boiled water poured casually was called Jiutian Linglu by the group of cosplayers in ancient costumes.
Lin Fusheng looked at the pile of "glass balls" and "scrap iron pieces" (top-quality spiritual stones and magic weapons) in his hands and fell into deep thought.
"Everyone, we are a serious resort here. Flying with swords is prohibited, and raising spirit beasts in the swimming pool is prohibited. Violators will be fined 500!"
All the immortal cultivators were trembling: "Senior Lin, calm down! I'll pay the fine right now, and I just want to stay one more night!"
