A discarded son of a powerful clan, with the talent of a three-element spiritual root. His inheritance was stolen, his engagement broken, and he was driven out of his family home.
His sword-cultivator uncle broke the rules and stormed the sect to defend him, only for the sect elders to seize on the incident and sentence him to a flogging. He chose to leave of his own accord, giving his uncle a peaceful confinement and himself a solitary path.
"Don't worry, Uncle. I'll be all right."
Those words were both a promise and a path of cultivation.
On a deserted island in the East Sea, on a stormy night, he passed through layers of illusion and killing formations with a heart pure and free of greed, and entered a forgotten little world.
A flood dragon that had failed to ascend had slept for a thousand years, its primordial spirit fused with the secret realm, so that the two shared the same fate. The dragon did not know this world was "alive." It only knew the spirit herbs it planted glowed at night, and the spirit veins it formed seemed to breathe.
Thousands of Qinghe plants grew into fields, Qing Tang trees formed a forest, flowers filled the garden, fruit trees bowed with their harvest, and medicinal herbs grew everywhere.
He used farming to create spirit veins, then nourished the little world with them. From mortal veins to immortal veins, from desolation to prosperity, he planted one crop at a time and tended it year after year.
The flood dragon transformed into a little red snake and entered the fields, secretly urging the veins along. It did so not out of kindness, but because if the secret realm lived, so would it. After a century together, its cold heart was gradually soaked through by his sincerity, yet it knew it had no right to speak of love.
This is the story of a little world growing from nothing.
This is the story of an ordinary boy proving the Dao through farming and ascending to immortality.
This is the story of a cold-hearted flood dragon and a pure-hearted boy walking together for a century, and finally entrusting their lives to one another.
Farm a world's fields, cook a wisp of rosy clouds.
This is also my favorite subject. Add it to the bookshelf [plus one on the bookshelf] [plus one on the bookshelf] But the author is great, don't forget the Edge Star Plantation [please update] [please update] [please update]
Isn't there any update on Edge Star Plantation😢
Why did the protagonist call him Uncle when others called him before?
I am a casual person and like this kind of theme.