This Farming Sect Is a Little Too Powerful

After eking out an existence for a thousand years, the Starry Sect has been reduced to just five disciples. To ensure their sect survives in this brutal world of immortal cultivation, they resolutely decide to contact their patriarch, who ascended a thousand years ago, and ask him for five books of so-called methods for becoming an immortal. The eldest senior brother looks at the giant iron hammer in his hands. “Did the patriarch really become an immortal through blacksmithing?” The second senior brother says nothing, spending every day tilling fields and growing vegetables. The eldest senior sister stays indoors, teaching the youngest junior sister to write and paint. The illiterate youngest junior brother says, “Whatever’s in the books, I’ll grow it...” Jiang Chen, holed up in a tiny pocket space, wipes the sweat from his brow as he sees this: “Damn it, I’m just a mortal, the most useless transmigrator there is. That so-called ascension was nothing but me using the System to exchange for a little pocket space where time flows differently, so I could hide away. How could I possibly have supreme immortal arts to pass on to you? Could people from Earth really cultivate immortality first?” Several years later, a mighty cultivator passes over the Starry Sect. “Are immortals these days all so low-key? They’re hiding out here, farming and forging iron!”