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Farming flow, mortal flow, steady flow There are many sects here, demons are everywhere, people are like ants, and their lives are like grass. The false world of cultivating immortals: I swallowed a golden elixir and my fate was determined by the sky. I rode the wind with my sword to eliminate demons in the world. The real world of cultivating immortals: The weak eats the strong, and strength is the only pass to the world of cultivating immortals. Chu Feng was accidentally electrocuted and traveled from Aquamarine Star to the world of cultivating immortals. The cultivation resources here are fixed and tightly controlled by the sect and other high-level monks. The low-level monks are either bullies or consumables and it is extremely difficult for them to get ahead. "Fellow Daoist Chu, the monsters are retreating. This is the time for our monks to hunt and earn resources." "No, no, fellow Daoist Wang, you know that my stable practice is my goal." "Fellow Taoist Chu, there are ancient ruins appearing in the world. This is the moment for you and me, Taoist friends, to seize the opportunity to form elixirs." "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you know that I don't want to fight and kill people as I wish, and practicing peacefully is my principle." "Alas, fellow Daoist Chu, your cultivation of immortality is going against nature. If you don't compete for resources, how can you form a golden elixir?" Chu Feng said nothing but looked at the mature Ganoderma lucidum in the farm space, and silently clicked the harvest button. "Fellow Daoist Chu...". "Fellow Taoist, you know me." "Fellow Daoist Chu...". Fellow Taoist, you know me." ... Many years later, Chu Feng stood in front of the ascension passage, looked at the fallen Taoist friends who invited him to take risks, and sighed, "Oh, my life is really like walking on thin ice."