Lying Flat While Cultivating: I Somehow Become the Heavenly Emperor

With a low-grade spirit root and no golden finger, I didn’t want to get caught up in the rat race of immortal cultivation, so I decided to lie flat and leave the mountain to enjoy a pastoral life: growing crops and marrying a hundred or so wives. But who knew the mortal world would be full of trouble too? At first, I only pitied them and wanted them to survive, so I taught them how to farm. Then they lifted me all the way to the position of Heavenly Emperor. (Who says a golden finger has to be a deep-blue stat-boosting system or a troop-building panel? Why can’t it be your values?) (You hold the people in your heart, and the people will raise you up to the heavens.)