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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 · Oriental
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527 Chs
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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
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#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#ANTIHERO
#XIANXIA

Returning Empty-handed

A few days later.

Somewhere in the Wild Devil Lands.

Nomel, the sect elder inside the nameless forest, rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the spectral screen with frustration and resignation.

The forest around him was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. The towering trees cast long shadows in the fading light of the evening, adding to the tension of his report.

The mirror artifact he had used earlier floated beside him, still and inactive.

"I know, Sister Elika," Nomel replied, his voice carrying the weight of several sleepless nights.

"But whoever did this left no traces. There are no aura signatures, no battle remnants. I even combed through the region with the mirror for days and... nothing."