The World of Cultivating Immortals Is Too Deeply Involved, so I Choose to Go Home and Farm.

[Cultivation] [Farming] [Relaxing imagination] [Pet beasts] [Daily] [Mortal flow] When others travel to the world of immortality, they either go against the will of heaven and change their fate, or they trample the void, or at the worst, they become a sect's genius and become powerful. Chen Pingan is different. As soon as he opened his eyes, he became the lowest outer sect disciple of the Yunwu Sword Sect. He had just been seriously injured by the inner sect's senior brother, and the original master died directly. After receiving the memories, he looked at the intrigues, murders, treasure hunts, and inner demons all over the world, and came to a simple conclusion—— This wretched place is darker than a black factory and more tiring than a construction site. The key is that people die at every turn. "I don't want to play this game anymore." Chen Ping'an decisively quit the clan, took 20 taels of severance pay, bought an abandoned wasteland in the southern countryside, where the spirit was the poorest, and became a small farmer who kept his integrity. Farming, raising chickens, and basking in the sun are a wonderful life. Until one day, a native chicken he raised suddenly spoke human language. Chen Ping'an: "...???" ——Don't panic, it's not a big problem, I am serious about farming.