You Can't Even Farm, So What Are You Cultivating For?

"I'm really just an ordinary farmer. At most, I raise a few little pets." Ye Huan held up his hoe, looking innocent.

"The Heavenly Palace Immortal Grass is an ancient holy medicine that even an Emperor struggles to find, and it only grows to about half a person's height. How do you explain that towering Heavenly Palace Immortal Grass of yours?"

"Heh. It's just an ordinary peach tree. You must have mistaken it for something else."

"Then what about that dog at your feet? Our sect's patriarch said he'd found an ancient Emperor's Supreme Bone, but he couldn't even beat your dog for it. What kind of terrifying demon is it?"

"Whoa, this thing's just an ordinary mutt. His name's Wangcai. Don't believe me? Go on, call him."

"Then what about those women, the rabbit demon, fox spirit, and viper? I heard they toss the Ten Supreme Beings of the human race around like balls!"

"Look, that's impossible. They're all my pure-hearted, shy wives. There's no way they'd do something like that!"