Don't Call Me a Saint, I Just Came to Farm

Others were tested and found to have Heavenly Spirit Roots. Lu Qinghe was tested and given planting advice.

[Wood affinity: Excellent.]

[Spirit Root undetermined. Recommend covering with soil to encourage growth.]

[Remember to keep it moist.]

The elders of the immortal sect studied him for ages before finally deciding: They wouldn't take him in yet. They were afraid they couldn't keep him alive.

Unable to become an immortal, and needing to put food on the table for himself and his little sister, Lu Qinghe, a graduate student in agricultural science, could only go farm for a sect.

Who knew that the moment he picked up a hoe, he'd hear the spirit rice screaming:

"Stop fertilizing me! One more scoop and I'll be ripe!"

From then on, his path to immortality gradually veered off course.

While others apprenticed themselves to swordmasters, he squatted in the fields investigating fertilizer damage.

While others secluded themselves to break through, he spent the night chasing a runaway sweet potato. Others presented a thousand-year-old spirit ginseng to congratulate their founder on emerging from seclusion.

He pulled up the ginseng and took a couple of looks. "Why does this root look just like the founder?"

The founder immediately went back into seclusion.

But as he kept farming, Lu Qinghe began to realize something was wrong.

The so-called "heavenly punishment" only happened to villages that refused to hand over their fields. Why? Why were people always buying up the grain in advance whenever there was talk of "earthly energy drying up"? And that Warm-Earth Spirit Sand the sect had paid a fortune for...

Why did even a bug get diarrhea after eating it, yet you want to dump three tons of it on the fields?

While the immortal sects under heaven fought tooth and nail over spirit veins, Lu Qinghe was already carrying his hoe and searching for the upstream outlet where the waste was being dumped.