A Stone Bottle from the Start, I Survive Until I Become an Immortal Ancestor

Cultivation, mortal cultivation, immortality, feel-good fiction, farming, slow burn

Chen Sui'an transmigrated to the cultivation world two years ago, and all he had to show for it was a job as a menial servant with a mixed spiritual root, where anyone could shortchange him.

One day, while carrying water, he found a chipped stone bottle. He meant to take it home and use it for salt, but discovered that every night it condensed Dew of Time.

One drop could hasten the growth of spirit herbs; another could purge pill toxins. The useless herbs and pills others dismissed became supreme treasures for breaking through in his hands.

From then on, while the chosen prodigies competed in grand tournaments, he farmed underground.

While his fellow disciples explored secret realms, he collected scrap and refined pills.

When his enemies came to provoke him, he smiled and paid them off, then buried the road they were bound to take with explosive talismans.

Thousands of years later, the prodigies and enemies of old had all turned to bones. The servant everyone had looked down on emerged from the depths of his spirit fields, having become the Immortal Patriarch of the mortal world.