Ning Chen found a patch of wasteland nobody wanted and thought it would simply give him a little extra food.
Instead, planting astragalus made him a fortune, the shopkeepers scrambled to buy his white peonies, and even a single seed of jade marrow grass fetched a sky-high price.
The entire immortal sect was wondering: could this good-for-nothing menial disciple be hiding some secret art for communing with the earth?
A bronze bell weighed on an old case, an old keepsake rested in his arms, and his father owed someone a favor. He kept all of it to himself.
Watch first, act later, and grow a life into something worth living. As for the rest, he'd wait for it to speak on its own.
> As he kept planting, he discovered that the waters beneath this land ran far deeper than he'd imagined.
