After Three Years Farming in the Medicine Garden, I Refined Weeds into Immortal Pills

Life is full of suffering, and the path to immortality is fraught with hardship.

As a lowly medicine slave of Yunxi Sect, Chen Qing had only one wish: to cure his younger sister's strange illness so she could live like a normal person.

But the Heavenly Dao was merciless and the immortal sects cruel. His spiritual roots were impure, his status lowly, and even staying alive meant depending on others' mercy.

Just as he was losing hope, a mysterious ancient bronze mirror in his sea of consciousness opened a door to the path of immortality.

Within the ancient mirror was a world of its own.

One day in the outside world equaled one year inside the mirror.

Even the most ordinary herbs could, after enough time, become spiritual treasures capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bare bones.

From then on, by day Chen Qing was a lowly medicine slave anyone could bully. By night, he became a mysterious tycoon with an endless supply of spiritual herbs.

"All I wanted was to quietly tend my fields and lie low until the end of time..."

"But why do you keep forcing me to draw my sword?"

While people of the era fought tooth and nail over a single hundred-year-old spirit herb, Chen Qing's medicinal garden was piled high with ten-thousand-year-old herbs.