Don't Call Me Holy Son, I'm Just Here to Farm

Others tested for heavenly spiritual roots, but Lu Qinghe tested for planting suggestions. 【Wood affinity, superior.】 【Spiritual root undetermined, suggest covering with soil to promote growth.】 【Keep moist.】 The immortal sect elders studied him for a long time, and finally decided: not accepting him for now, afraid they couldn't keep him alive. Failing to seek immortality, in order to have a full meal with his sister, agricultural graduate student Lu Qinghe had to go farm for the sect. But just as he took up the hoe, he heard the spirit rice scream: "Stop applying! One more spoon and I'll be cooked!" From then on, his path of cultivation gradually went off track. Others took masters and learned swordsmanship; he squatted in the fields checking fertilizer damage. Others went into seclusion to break through; he chased a runaway sweet potato all night. Others offered thousand-year spirit ginseng to congratulate the patriarch on coming out of seclusion. He pulled up the spirit ginseng and looked at it: "Why does this root look exactly like the patriarch?" The patriarch went into seclusion on the spot. But as he farmed, Lu Qinghe discovered something was wrong. Why did the so-called "heavenly punishment" only happen in villages that refused to hand over their fields? Why did someone always buy up the grain in advance when "earth qi depletion" occurred? And the warm soil spirit sand that the sect spent a fortune on— Why did even a bug get diarrhea after eating it, yet you want to pour three tons into the fields? While the immortal sects of the world fought bloody battles over spirit veins, Lu Qinghe had already shouldered his hoe and found the upstream sewage outlet. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Don't Call Me Holy Son, I'm Just Here to Farm — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠