The System Arrived a Hundred Years After My Death

Chen Nian transmigrated into a cultivation world for 102 years without any golden finger or system, his talent so mediocre he couldn't even touch the sect's threshold. He gave up, spent 80 years traveling mountains and rivers, and died peacefully at 102. Three years after his death, a boy dug him out. The system finally came online: [Points distributed. Current distributable points: 202.] Chen Nian: Where were you earlier? System: Host, you never called me. The boy, in tattered clothes with blood blisters on his hands and starving to the bone, had dug for three days, thinking there was immortal fate in the grave, but dug the wrong one. Boy: Senior, please teach me cultivation! Chen Nian: No spiritual root, can't teach. But I can teach you how not to starve. This is a story of a sarcastic old man who has died once, leading a stubborn boy who dug his grave, as they bask in the sun, plant flowers, and solve problems in the cultivation world.