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A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

"Battling young masters for some treasures in mysterious caves? No, thank you. What's so special about a ring containing an old sage's trapped soul? I'll just toss it away. Becoming a direct disciple of some big expert with many enemies? Count me out. I'll flip the bird to the pointless struggle in prestigious sects that only attract calamity. What I have here, this opportunity I've seized, is plenty for me. I'll choose safe and steady methods of progress, even if they're slow. After all, I'm just a simple farmer seeking peace through cultivation. I'll rely on myself to pave the way." - Aksai Everwood (Chapter 7) ============ Aksai Everwood was a terminally ill man in his past life who signed up for one last experiment and accidentally made history by merging his mind with an AI. Instead of dying, he woke up in another world with a new name, new body, and a magical farm. But this isn’t your average pastoral paradise. Spirit farming here means dealing with dangerous cultivation, chaotic realms, and the occasional reality-bending headache. Armed with neural tech, an enchanted farm that grows mystical resources, and the ability to travel between worlds, Aksai skips the usual sect life to blaze his own trail. From druidic powers to martial arts and body cultivation, he’s on a path to conquer many realms. ============ Additional Tags: #druid #bloodlines #Martialarts #worldhopping #artificialintelligence #coldmc #battlenovel #calculatingmc #villain #farming #spiritcultivation #mindcultivation #bodycultivation #worldhopping #rpgelements #low-keymc #sliceoflife #nonarrogantmc

Grayback · 東方
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519 Chs
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A Special Place

Hour of the Rat. (06:00 AM - 07:00 AM)

The dawn brought a crisp breeze to the open ground just outside the Black Blood Demon Sect.

The mist hung low, swirling around the jagged rocks and barren earth.

Aksai, standing in his simple robes, took in the desolate scene with a quiet focus. Ahead of him, Haitin Blackblood, with his imposing figure and dark robes adorned with blackish blood accents, stood waiting.

"Are you ready?" Haitin asked, his voice steady but with a hint of caution.

Aksai nodded. "I am."

Haitin's eyes narrowed slightly. "Good, because what I'm offering you today is filled with risks, brother Aksai." His tone was grave.

"I'll repeat it again. The opportunity I spoke of is why the three Core Formation Lords of the demonic faction have been missing for years. Their fate… remains unknown."

Aksai raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. "Is it an isolated domain?" he asked, his mind racing with possibilities.