In the Age of Declining Dharma, the uncanny runs rampant, and humanity has reached the end of the road.
The uncanny cannot be killed, except by practitioners of Sequence Divine Arts.
Gu Yin opened his eyes to find himself an old peasant fleeing famine in ancient times. Two sons and a daughter knelt before him, calling him Father, while his eldest son's wife had another child on the way. A lifelong bachelor, he had suddenly become a grandfather, and was fleeing famine with his family. Fortunately, he awakened a pocket realm called the Peach Blossom Spring.
All he wanted was a flower, some wine, and a hoe to work his fields, living a leisurely life beneath the southern mountain.
It was just that the spirit plants he grew were a little unusual: “Explosive Fruit,” “Gravity Fruit Tree,” “Sunflower,” “Mist Mushroom Tree,” “Thorny Vines”...
The “Peashooter,” a spirit that could take human form, announced, “Reporting, sir! Peashooter One is in position and ready for battle!”
A grass-leaf swordsman sprang from the bushes, wearing a bamboo hat and wielding the sword art of the Grass character, flourishing his blade with a clatter. “A lone shadow on the cold river, an old friend in the martial world. Why act like strangers when we meet?”
There was also a forest-dwelling mushroom child, no taller than three cun, with a tiny lingzhi cap and a body shining with fluorescent light.
A moss-covered lad whose head sprouted termitomyces mushrooms on rainy days.
An old mushroom man carrying a poisonous-mushroom umbrella, beneath which it was always warm and dry. And a cherry blossom of fleeting glory, born with a divine seed, as well as dragon-whisker grass that could become a dragon after nine transformations...
Cultivating immortality was like farming: tend spirit fields, nurture divine seeds, bloom the Three Flowers, gather the Five Qi, and form the Dao Fruit.
Farming was also cultivating immortality: grow divine seeds, cultivate undying roots, and bear the fruit of eternal life.
He became a farmer who risked everything, growing divine powers to poison, rob, swindle, and kill his way to eternal life across countless ages.
It's hard to write a story with an old protagonist and a family. Moreover, the audience is not large.
The bizarre pairings in the beginning were quite good, and the protagonist's various plant skills were quite interesting. However, the latest chapter's Hundred Races Competition felt a bit disjointed in style. The plot unfolded too quickly…
A "Mother Teresa" style?
The protagonist raises his adult son and daughter-in-law, which is fine, it's a family-themed story. They even support the villagers' children?
The author has stopped thinking and started to slack off, piling up excrement.
Author, what are you writing? Are you trying to write a farming family story or a solo leveling-up story? The beginning was so enjoyable! But why did things feel so awkward after I joined the department?
What kind of genius could possibly identify with a protagonist who's a father with a family to support? What an idiot!
On the changes before and after joining the Demon Suppression Division
Before joining the Demon Suppression Division, the main playstyle was farming and development; after joining, it became a monster-slaying and leveling-up playstyle.
Have prices collapsed? The price of a cow can range from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions of dollars—that's a huge difference!
To be honest, the first few chapters were alright, just right for reading. But then those game-related things came out and completely baffled me. This writing style is really novel, but not for me.
Depressed
I'm getting married and I have a bunch of sons. You won't even talk about it? Is this even possible?