Shen Qingci, a veteran of quick transmigration across countless worlds, had retired.
The System assigned her a world for a quiet retirement: the Great Wei Dynasty, Qinghe County, Liuxi Village. Spiritual energy was scarce, and the place was dirt poor.
The System said, “It's peaceful here, isn't it?”
Shen Qingci looked at the muddy ground. “You call this peaceful?”
Fine. At least her spatial stash was stocked with spiritual seeds for cultivation, high-yield crops from the apocalypse, interstellar greenhouses, fast-growing beans from fairy tales, and a tycoon System that doubled every penny she spent.
So the villagers of Liuxi Village found themselves faced with a strange woman who paid people's rent for them, bought out the town's grain shops, dug up a spirit spring with one stroke of her hoe, conjured seeds they'd never seen before, and declared, “I'll show you what a yield of three thousand catties per acre looks like.”
The villagers were baffled. “Who exactly are you?”
Shen Qingci said, “Just a rich passerby.”
Later, that “passing” man showed up too.
Xie Jingxuan, Sect Master of the Nine Heavens Sect, was at the Nascent Soul stage and wielded thunder magic capable of reaching the heavens. The first time he passed through Liuxi Village, he complained that the formation was three inches crooked. The second time, he complained that the fields were badly planted. The third time, he simply moved in.
“What exactly are you here for?”
“To teach you how to farm.”
“You cultivate thunder magic. What do you know about farming?”
“Thunder bamboo. I grew a hundred acres of it, struck by divine lightning.”
Shen Qingci handed him the hoe. “Then get to it.”
