The Cultivation World Is Too Cutthroat, So I'm Going Home to Farm

[Cultivation] [Farming] [Lighthearted, Imaginative Story] [Spirit Beasts] [Slice of Life] [Ordinary Mortal's Journey] When other people transmigrate to the Cultivation world, they either defy fate and change their destiny, shatter the void, or at the very least become a sect's prodigy and earn renown far and wide. Chen Ping'an is different. The moment he opens his eyes, he's the lowest-ranking outer disciple of the Cloudmist Sword Sect. He's just been beaten nearly to death in a “sparring match” by an inner sect senior, and the original owner of the body has already died. After receiving his memories, he looks at a world full of backstabbing, murder and looting, heavenly tribulations, and inner demons, and reaches one simple conclusion: This dump is shadier than a sweatshop and harder work than a construction site. And people can die at any moment. “I'm done with this game.” Chen Ping'an promptly leaves the sect with twenty taels in severance pay, buys a patch of abandoned wasteland in the spiritual-energy-starved countryside of the south, and settles down as a humble farmer. He grows crops, raises chickens, and soaks up the sun. Life is good. Until one day, one of his chickens suddenly starts talking like a person. Chen Ping'an: “...???” Don't panic. It's no big deal. I'm serious about farming.