Creditors are blocking the door, the manor is running out of food, and the ancestral property is being swallowed up bit by bit.
As the last heir of the Weilan family, Shen Yan originally just wanted to keep his ancestral home until he awakened a god who had been banished by the gods in the cellar.
What he handed over to Shen Yan were nine kinds of alchemy that were dismissed as side sects by the orthodox academy.
A bottle of youth potion makes nobles scramble to pay for it; an alchemy workshop makes a dilapidated manor run again. As for the plants in the fields that can breathe fire and shoot seed bombs - when the undead army comes, of course there will be people who know how to appreciate them.
From fighting with the chamber of commerce for a way out, to fighting for mines with wealthy families, and fighting for shipping lanes with pirates, Shen Yan used potions to earn gold coins, used the gold coins to build workshops, and then let the workshops build his own army and fleet.
When the former creditor came to visit again, dwarf craftsmen, alien warriors, and alchemical creations they had never seen stood outside the manor.
However, every time he skipped a level, he accumulated a "desire debt" on Shen Yan, making him stronger and stronger and more and more difficult to satisfy.
All he wanted was a home that wouldn't be taken away from him.
Now, I have begun to want a world that will never disobey myself.
It's okay, just a little short