I Became an Immortal Emperor by Farming

[Fallen mortal · Farming]

Han Geng’s Four Spiritual Roots were tested, and the immortal master’s words, “You have no hope of establishing your foundation in this life,” severed all of his dreams.

When he returned to his broken shack, a piece of ancient jade fell out of his rotten pillow. Inside was one mu of spiritual farmland and a single spiritual spring; wild grass planted there grew into a hundred-year medicinal herb overnight.

From then on, this youth with poor aptitude walked an unprecedented cultivation path: while others bitterly cultivated in meditation, he diligently farmed; while others fought over treasures, he quietly made a fortune.

When the sect geniuses fought to the death over the main ingredient for Foundation Establishment Pills, Han Geng’s spiritual field was already full of neatly grown jade marrow herbs.

When the old demon of the demonic path came knocking and demanded, “Hand over the immortal estate!” Han Geng silently took out a handful of seeds: “Don’t rush. Let me plant two mu of poison thorn grass first.”