Honghuang: I Farm on Buzhou Mountain, and Nuwa Is Astonished

Lin Xuan died suddenly after working 996 hours in his previous life, then transmigrated to the Primordial World. He had no powerful lineage, no magical treasures, and didn’t even know which way the gates of Zixiao Palace faced. The only thing he awakened was a “Daily Rewards Panel,” which told him: as long as he stayed alive, he would receive rewards. Sleep for a while, and he gets a Dao-level concealment formation. Stir-fry some greens, and he gets the Chaos Supreme Treasure, the Creation Cauldron. Turn the soil in his fields, and he gets ten pounds of Chaos Soil. So he fenced off a plot at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, laid 108,000 layers of illusion formations in front of his door, and resolved to avoid every entanglement for the rest of his life, lying low until the end of the universe. But the Primordial World refuses to leave him in peace. During the Dragon-Han Tribulation, the First Kirin’s blood splashes across his courtyard wall. When the Dao is preached at Zixiao Palace, Nuwa passes by his door. During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, the shock waves from the Twelve Ancestral Witches’ self-destruction collapse his chicken coop. Worse still, Hongjun, the embodiment of Heaven’s Dao, discovers that no matter how he calculates, he can’t see through the young man chopping wood with the Pangu Axe and stewing meat in the Chaos Bell. When the demon god Luohu is surrounded and beaten by the Four Sages, then flees in despair to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the sight that greets him makes him drop to his knees: “Senior... Who are you, really?” Lin Xuan grips his hoe warily. “Are you trying to scam me?”