Dreams Never Return Home is currently a popular single-player farming and casual mobile game, fondly known as Tap Tap Fun. Players take on the role of a low-level rogue cultivator who accidentally stumbles into an immortal estate. By chance, they learn the key to entering and leaving the ancient secret realm "Dreams Never Return Home," and make the ancient realm their private property.
The ancient secret realm is rich in spiritual energy and has fertile soil. Scatter grain and it grows into rice; ordinary beasts become living spirits. It's the perfect place to cultivate spirit plants and raise spirit beasts, and was the designated farm of ancient cultivation sects.
Players jokingly call it the Immortal Estate Farm Retreat.
Pei Ran was playing the mobile game on his commute when a car sent him flying more than ten meters. When he woke up, he was in a world of cultivation, and had somehow returned to his younger self, becoming fifteen again.
Penniless and homeless, he searched himself from head to toe. The only thing he found was a new birthmark on his wrist, shaped like a black and a white carp embracing head to tail. It looked exactly like the game icon for Dreams Never Return Home.
Pei Ran understood. His golden finger had arrived along with his transmigration.
A car crash followed by transmigration, plus a golden finger: all the necessary conditions for becoming the protagonist were in place. He knew how this story went. It was called destiny being on his side!
But after only a few days of feeling pleased with himself, reality doused Pei Ran with a bucket of cold water.
He had no spiritual root.
Without a spiritual root, all his fantasies were useless.
Heartbroken, Pei Ran prepared to let go of his delusions of immortality and carefree travels from the Northern Sea to the Cangwu Mountains. He would return to reality and honestly find an apprenticeship at a rice shop.
On his first day at work, the shopkeeper sent him to the back door to unload a delivery. After hauling several hundred pounds of grain, his back ached and his legs cramped. He started to miss home.
That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He unexpectedly found an unhulled grain of rice in his sleeve. When it rolled onto his wrist, the birthmark glimmered faintly.
Plant a grain of rice, and a spirit rice plant grows.
A line of text floated above the spirit rice.
[Metal Spiritual Root +1]
Pei Ran sowed countless kinds of seeds and raised hundreds of kinds of beasts.
Ten thousand acres of fertile fields and a thousand kinds of spirit beasts would help him attain the Dao.
So what if he had the worst possible start, with no spiritual root? He'd grow one himself!
Fang Yunjian is one of Qingyun Sect's most outrageously unorthodox disciples, a super-rich second-generation cultivator with "spoiled brat" practically carved into his face.
With a golden core ancestor presiding over his family, an exceptional spiritual root and a born Dao physique of his own, he'd brazenly pulled strings as a child to become a disciple of Qingyun Sect's Sect Leader. Spiritual resources flowed like water, while spirit stones meant as little to him as dirt.
His cultivation never hit a bottleneck, he mastered spells at a glance, and his life went smoothly at every turn. He was enough to make anyone grit their teeth in envy.
An eight-layer Qi Refinement cultivator before the age of eighteen could be called a heaven-gifted prodigy anywhere.
Yet this arrogant prodigy kept failing in front of one nameless rogue cultivator. Every time they met, he either embarrassed himself or was on the verge of doing so.
How could the world be so determined to thwart me?
Fang Yunjian was shocked, incredulous, and furious.
He shouted angrily, "Pei! Don't think I'm afraid of you! What do you have to be so proud of? You're only a little better-looking and a little stronger with a sword. I'll surpass you in no time!"
Pei Ran: "..."
Was that supposed to be a compliment?
"Thanks?"
"Don't thank me!! I wasn't complimenting you!!"
A cultivation-and-farming novel!
A gifted prodigy who's an immature, short-tempered gong x a cool-headed, BKing shou with a total lack of common sense
Spell cultivator x sword cultivator
As everyone knows, sword cultivators are stat monsters. When they fight, they don't play fair at all.
So it's perfectly normal for the gong to get beaten to tears by the shou. The shou won't comfort him, either. A mature gong should learn to regulate his own emotions.
Fang Yunjian (wronged): Why won't you comfort me?
Pei Ran: ? Wait a bit, I have to feed the chickens.
Fang Yunjian: Are the chickens more important than me?
Pei Ran: Why are you comparing yourself to chickens?
Fang Yunjian stormed off.
Theme: Diligence can make up for a lack of talent; the slow bird flies first.
