Zhenling Xiannong

Traveling through the world of immortality, Lin Yi became a poor boy in Qingluo Village whose parents both died, with only three acres of spiritual land in his hands that was almost deserted. Fortunately, he found that he could hear the whispers of all things - the spiritual rice said it was thirsty, the old tree complained of backache, and the injured spiritual beast hummed and asked for guidance. From then on, his style of painting the journey to immortality completely changed. While others were practicing hard and going through hardships, he was farming and making wine; while others were seizing treasures in secret places, he was bargaining with the mountain spirits in the backyard, exchanging three jars of good wine for a piece of sunny slope land. Many years later, the Sword Immortal came to ask for a Pure Heart Lotus, the Alchemy Saint wanted to exchange for his cellared spiritual wine, and the Demon King led his son to study in his courtyard. Lin Yi was lying on the rocking chair, sipping the home-brewed amber light, looking at the courtyard full of life. "It is better to water and fertilize than to kill." "When it comes to cultivating immortality, the most important thing is to be comfortable."