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Cultivator's Slice of Life: Spiritual Farming System

[WSA Entry] Priv Tiers low cost this month!!! Up to 15 Chapters! Let us get the 1000 unlocks! James, a bored supermarket worker who loves reading cultivation novels, dies in a car accident and gets reincarnated into the body of Tian Li, a talentless cultivator from the Cloud Sect. Unhappy with his new life, he decides to leave the sect and pursue his dream of starting a farm. Along the way, he makes friends with a big toad named Big. T and finds a cheap house in a remote village. However, he soon realizes that his peaceful life is not as simple as he thought. He will have to face dangers and mysteries that will challenge his beliefs and test his courage. Will he be able to follow his own path in a world where power is everything? Find out in this hilarious and heartwarming cultivation novel! All of that with the help of his incredible System! [Spiritual Farming System] A potato Tian Li plants becomes a rare 100 Year Old Potato, which increases cultivation! The animals Tian Li takes care of became Spiritual Beasts, and even the fish he fishes were rare golden carps! ~~~~ The Slice of Life will truly start after he leaves his sect the second time, and makes his own sect. It will also start the kingdom building aspect. Also, he might become dark in the future for some reasons related to his cultivation and his demonic energy!

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Chapter 250 - Prophecy

The sense of anticipation mingled with a tinge of apprehension as we approached the towering edifice at the heart of the elven city, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens with an almost ethereal grace. Arcane energies seemed to pulse within the very foundations of the structure, imbuing the surrounding expanse with an otherworldly resonance that echoed the subtle whispers of forgotten lore and timeless guardianship.

As we crossed the threshold into the grand hall, a breathtaking panorama of intricate carvings and ethereal sculptures greeted us, their delicate craftsmanship and enigmatic designs whispering tales of an ancient race that had long thrived within the confines of the mystical realm. The disciples, their expressions a blend of reverence and vigilant curiosity, trailed behind me with a sense of awe that mirrored the enigmatic beauty of the city's sprawling architecture and the timeless guardians that silently watched over our every move.