I Picked Up a Demon Lord to Help Me Farm

The day Chen Xian transmigrated into the body of the foremost disciple of an immortal sect, a white-bearded old Daoist was passionately giving a speech about “revitalizing the Immortal Alliance KPI.” Chen Xian glanced down at the gleaming sword in his hand and, while everyone was distracted, made the best of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: run. What demon-slaying and upholding justice? What bringing glory to the sect? Wasn’t this picturesque world of cultivation exactly the retirement haven every overworked wage slave dreamed of? So long, and thanks for everything. Even if cultivators had no other skills, they could still outlive ordinary people. Making it to a hundred and fifty was no problem. Stay far away from trouble, don’t compete or fight, don’t stand out or make mistakes, and the next hundred years would be carefree and wide open, with food to eat and no work to clock in for! Vast world, here I come! Chen Xian’s on his way! But before he’d gone even a mile, Chen Xian came across a blood-covered person in the woods. He glanced over without thinking and couldn’t take another step. A beauty. An absolute beauty. His brain: Don’t get involved! His hand: I have a mind of my own. Before his brain could catch up, the beauty was already on the verge of death, lying in a battered carriage with holes all over it. With no debt weighing him down, Chen Xian was good at making peace with himself: Well, I’ve picked him up, so I might as well. It’s only one more bowl at mealtime. Later, clutching the few coins left in his purse, he could only resign himself to the truth: That’s what it’s like raising a pedigreed cat. Fussy, destructive, and temperamental, but just too beautiful. That’s what they mean when they say lust is a blade hanging over your head. Every day, Chen Xian grew crops, brewed wine, raised his cat, and experimented with recipes. He turned his shabby thatched hut into a secluded paradise and achieved the dream he’d always had, enjoying a peaceful, unhurried life. He thought he’d live like this forever. But can someone explain how a pollution-free, debt-free paradise with beautiful mountains, clear water, birdsong, and fragrant flowers ended up raising a Demon Lord? Qi Suxue felt as if he’d been tortured to death just a moment ago. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn at seventeen, gravely injured and on the brink of death. The enemy who had cut out his immortal bones in his previous life was now sneering in the backlight. He secretly gathered his strength, ready to give everything he had for a fatal blow, when something cool was suddenly shoved into his mouth. The man said, “Try it. Is it sweet?” Fresh, sweet tomato juice splashed across Qi Suxue’s lips. He ran his tongue over his canine teeth. Only then did he see that the man’s smile in the sunlight wasn’t sinister at all. He looked young and gentle as spring. Qi Suxue decided to wait before striking. A gloomy, sickly, spoiled beauty top X A carefree, sunny, dashing bottom who’s lazy as a fish I’m writing something silly and sweet as a treat for myself! The keywords are probably [cozy farming, healing food, rustic cultivation, everyday life] There will be illness and caregiving early on. A road-trip story + a farming story HEHEHE [[[[[[[[[[[[[[ A preview of what’s coming: I’m planning a space-opera trilogy!!! Please roll around and beg for follows and bookmarks! [Coming soon] "The Vase and the Sword" [ABO] Luo Qiyin, hailed as a god of esports, conquered the world and then transmigrated into a new world a thousand years in the future. When he opened his eyes, a beautiful creature who didn’t look human was standing before him, insulting him. Luo Qiyin: What’s that pretty little mouth saying? It’s all gibberish to me. Perhaps seeing his dazed expression, the beauty slammed the door and left. Once he came to his senses, Luo Qiyin got up and looked up his situation. He learned that the beauty was the Empire’s ornamental Third Prince, while he was the disposable prince consort who had just married him. As for why a man could be a prince consort, this was an ABO world. He had to thank his silly, sweet cousin for explaining what ABO meant. …Wait, humanity has reached the space age, but gone back to arranged marriages? Luo Qiyin: Great. I’m tired, and this is the perfect time to retire. He planned to divorce peacefully, collect alimony, buy a planet to grow tomatoes, and spend the rest of his life at ease. Unfortunately, things didn’t go according to plan. At a moment of crisis, his second-wind buff kicked in. He used the Vase Third Prince’s security force to wipe out a notorious band of space pirates, and after that, there was no stopping him. He turned the interstellar battlefield into a chessboard, and wherever his army advanced, victory followed. Step by step, he went from disposable prince consort to the Empire’s god of war. In the end, he defeated the Zerg, reclaimed the lost territories, and delivered his vase of a husband to the throne. By a stroke of luck, he also learned the truth about the original timeline: the original owner really had been a disposable character, who died on his wedding night with the Third Prince. His arrival had changed everything. From disposable character to god of war, what came next… becoming empress? No, no, no! That’s not even the same system! Xierfa was the Empire’s best-known ornamental prince. He was forced to marry a beta from a political rival’s family as his legal spouse, and was fated to have no chance at the throne. On their wedding night, he watched coldly as the spouse who was supposed to “drop dead” in an accident opened his eyes, then left with a flourish. Just a farce. They were both insignificant pawns in a deadlocked game. Later, he watched Luo Qiyin pull off an unbelievable comeback. One victory after another, Luo Qiyin presented the entire Empire to him as a trophy. Like a divine weapon buried in dust, suddenly unsheathed, its brilliance chilling the stars. Everyone thought Luo Qiyin was the sharpest sword in his hands. Only he knew that Luo Qiyin was the one light he’d managed to grasp in endless darkness. A deceptively sweet, black-hearted “vase” beauty top × a genuinely cold and devoted god-of-war bottom - Theme: Love of life and ordinary days can overcome every hardship in the world