Retirement, But I Can Punch Through the Cultivation World

The world really is one giant amateur production.

Yun Luoxing had been enjoying a retired life for two and a half years when the Transmigration Department accidentally sent her back to a small world.

Who sends an employee who fought her way through everything to a farming novel?!

Yun Luoxing repotted a spiritual plant, and it immediately gained sentience. She refined it in one smooth process, producing a crystal-clear plant overflowing with spiritual energy.

Alchemists: What am I even supposed to say?

Yun Luoxing sowed seeds and raised seedlings. Overnight, the cultivation world's farming skills, fifty years behind the times, made rare varieties as cheap as cabbage.

Herbalists: Does anyone care about us old holdovers, stuck in a rut for fifty years?

Only the villain nodded in satisfaction. Only an idiot would give the heroine of a farming novel time to grow. Finish the fight within five chapters, then move on to the next job and hit those performance targets.

What? This isn't a farming novel?

Yun Luoxing shook her iron fist, still glowing green. "Oops, my bad. You looked so fake and sweet, I thought you were tea I'd grown. My hand just went up on its own."

Ah, what a life. Think of it as physical therapy for retirement, right?

*

Chi Yan had lost count of how many times this had happened.

He was trapped in an endless cycle, waiting for a hope that had no hope of coming true.

Then one day, someone rekindled his lantern. She said:

"I don't remember the past, but you can be part of my future."

"I promise I'll take you with me!"

He smiled and cooked a meal for her.

It was no small thing for someone like her to say something so straightforward. It was worth it.

He had to send her home.

Chi Yan stopped counting how many times it had happened.

Theme: The body may retire, but the spirit never admits defeat