A Brash Sword Cultivator Decides to Take Up Farming

I was famous in the cultivation world in my previous life.

My cultivation reached the pinnacle, and no one understood the loneliness of my invincibility.

I'm not bragging. Even though plenty of people hated me enough to grind their teeth, my death was purely an accident.

I just didn't expect that after being dead for ten years, I'd be reborn and find that the great cultivation sects had made no progress at all. There still wasn't a single one who could put up a fight.

Invincibility was too lonely, so I could only pass the long years by farming.

They couldn't beat me, or even the dog I raised, so they resorted to slandering me.

I thought that was ridiculous.

Last month, they denounced me for stealing the grand prize, the Crescent Moon Saber, from the martial arts tournament.

But the wheat in my fields was nearly ripe, and I just needed a decent sickle.

Last week, they cursed me for abducting the Peach Blossom Pavilion's medically skilled master.

But the hens in my coop had suddenly stopped laying eggs, and I was genuinely worried.

Recently, they've sneered at me for being so lust-crazed and deranged that I wouldn't even spare a handsome male corpse that had been lying in an ice coffin for years.

But he's my junior uncle. What's wrong with taking him home?

(Told in third person.)

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Theme: Persevere through every setback and bravely move forward.