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!
Chapter 55: Eating a Mushroom and Chatting with my Frog Friend
They froze, unable to advance any further. I wasn't exerting the full extent of my power, but its small fraction was enough to make them regret living.
The legs of the three cultivators before me were trembling, and their breaths irregular, scared that their lives might be extinguished at any given second. It felt nice to be superior.
"T-This is impossible," the lady muttered, trying her best to pitch the words together.
I looked at them with cold eyes piercing their soul, "This isn't the response I waited for."
They were nothing more than Qi Condensation cultivators. To mortals, they were immortals capable of doing extraordinary things. Things that devised common sense.
But before me? Before me, they were ants; just like ants, a simple strike of my palm was enough to end them.
One of the cultivators decided to act first, kotowing before me, kissing the green grass and the mud beneath our feet, pledging to me, "Please, forgive my attitude, Senior."