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 "Hey, men have nothing to do but have nothing to do, but women have to suffer because they don't have money..."
 It's just getting light.
 Nanhuang Xiuxianjie, a shanty town outside Qingyangfang City.
 A wooden door opened, and an ordinary-looking young man walked out.
 Qin Ming yawned, rubbed his red eyes listlessly, and got ready to go out to work with his spiritual hoe.
 Before leaving, he looked back at the neighbor's yard next door and became very angry.
 "What do you call someone who works in the middle of the night? Do you have any sense of public morality?"
 His neighbor was a young female cultivator who was quite pretty, but she would take the male cultivator home to spend the night every now and then, doing that casual thing.
 Last night, he howled all night long.
 ‘Once you have the spirit stone, even if you can’t afford to change your house, you must first set up a soundproof array! ’
 Qin Ming gritted his teeth and secretly swore in his heart!
 The soundproofing of the houses around here is really poor.
 At night, Qin Ming was meditating and practicing. There was too much movement next door, which made him distracted, his energy and blood surged, and his Taoist heart almost wavered.
 It’s too dangerous!
 Qin Ming had no choice but to stay up all night, angrily copying the Purity Sutra a thousand times to the rhythm of the rocking bed next door, and finally calmed down...
 Qin Ming's mentality exploded when he thought that there was still endless work to be done in Lingtian today.
 "It has been almost five years since I traveled to this world of immortality. When will these days end?"
 "In this environment, why do you still want to practice Gou Baxian?"
 "I can't even get a good night's sleep!"
 "Hey, it's so uncomfortable without a golden finger..."
 Before coming to this world, it was in Qin Ming's understanding.
 To cultivate immortality, one should travel to the North Sea in the morning and see the sky at dusk, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, with sword energy stretching across ninety thousand miles.
 But in fact.
 Although cultivating immortals sounds quite high-end, how can low-level monks have a good life?
 Struggling to survive every day is stressful.
 ‘If the original owner of my body hadn’t been forcibly recruited from the Immortal Cultivation Clan by the Lingyu Sect and ordered to carry out land reclamation tasks here, I would have to serve a period of sixty years of corvee. ’
 ‘It’s better to find a mortal to take care of your old age. At least you can live a good few decades. ’
 After so many years, Qin Ming has already seen the reality clearly, and finally understands that he is mediocre after all.
 after all.
 With his four-series pseudo-spiritual root qualifications, without special opportunities, even if he practices until death, he will not be able to reach the foundation-building stage.
 More than ten years have been wasted...
 His cultivation is still stuck on the second level of the Qi training period and he is in jail. Basically, his path to immortality is hopeless.
 It is understandable that the family chose to give up on him and exchange resources with the sect.
 Fortunately, the family had arranged some relationships for him in advance, so at least he didn't have to go to the front line to fight against the monsters.
 Qin Ming rented three acres of spiritual land in the cleared area of ​​the rear area and became a spiritual farmer.
 And today is the day to harvest spiritual rice.
 But.
 Qin Ming's face showed no joy at all.
 Instead, I felt a little uneasy inside.
 A good harvest day also means that the higher authorities will send people to collect spiritual rice taxes.
 …
 "Hey, Xiao Qin got up so early? It seems that this season's spiritual rice is growing well!"
 Qin Ming was thinking about it halfway to Lingtian when he saw an immortal cultivator who looked like an old farmer coming from the alley next to him and greeted him with a smile.
 The opponent's cultivation aura is much higher than his, and he is at the fourth level of Qi training stage.
 "Good morning, Lao Jiu."
 Qin Ming couldn't help but smile when he met this person.
 He then sighed.
 "Hey, don't mention it. You also know that I am only at the second level of Qi training, and I have only practiced the Lingyu Jue to the elementary level. I can't use it a few times a month."
 This man's name is Cai Jiuwu, and the immortal cultivators nearby call him Cai Laojiu. He is the old man in this shanty town.
 Qin Ming didn't know his specific origins, but he only knew that he had been cultivating this place for more than ten years.
 Cai Laojiu has dark skin, a face full of wrinkles, an unshaven beard, a pipe in his mouth, his trouser legs rolled up, and a slovenly appearance. He has a spiritual hoe and a spiritual sickle on his shoulder.
 He feels more like a beggar than a cultivator.
 But based on Qin Ming's contacts, he knew that the other party's actual age was in his early forties...
 "By the way, Lao Jiu, with your fourth-level cultivation in the Qi-training period, plus the intermediate-level Spiritual Rain Technique, your harvest this year should be pretty good, right?"
 Qin Ming's words revealed a hint of envy.
 The Spiritual Rain Technique is a spiritual planting technique passed down to spiritual farmers like them by the sect. The spiritual energy in spiritual crystals, spiritual stones or spiritual veins can be dispersed into the air to forcibly bring down spiritual rain.
 The various spiritual grains, spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual grasses nourished by the spiritual rain can not only avoid being bitten by insects and rats, but also greatly enhance the yield of spiritual plants.
 Qin Ming also didn't expect that this was just farming, but it could also be linked to cultivation and closely related to it.
 When he performed the Spiritual Rain Technique, which he had practiced for more than half a year, the rainfall range was only two feet away, and his spiritual power could only last for less than half a stick of incense.
 I even want to die...
 Others pee more than this.
 "Hehe, it's okay, I'll just make do with it. After collecting the spiritual rice and paying the taxes today, do you want to go to Juxuan Pavilion in Fang City to have a drink and relax?" Cai Laojiu pursed his lips and answered. Very vague, looking like a ghost.
 "Come on, I won't go to that gold-selling cave." Qin Ming shook his head.
 It's not that he doesn't want to go, it's mainly because he's short of money...
 Cai Laojiu clicked his tongue.
 "I say you are really boring, there are still many days ahead, it doesn't matter if you enjoy yourself occasionally..."
 "As the saying goes, drink and enjoy yourself today, for someone like you, why would you care about the longevity and immortality? It is better to wake up early and enjoy life."
 "Okay, then you treat us?"
 "Go away, get out of here! Get out of here!"
 ...
 Not long after.
 A huge mountain range surrounded by misty clouds came into view, with vast mountains, waterfalls cascading down, caves leading to dragon pools, and vast smoke and waves, presenting a picture of ink painting.
 On the reclaimed hillside, hundreds of acres of spiritual fields are stepped and divided in an orderly manner.
 There is spiritual energy provided by the first-level spiritual veins here, which is more than enough to plant some low-level spiritual grains and spiritual plants.
 The golden spiritual ears in the spiritual fields exude brilliant brilliance, swaying in the wind, and the unique fragrance of spiritual rice overflows and blows in the face.
 Attracting the birds in the nearby sky to come for food.
 "Ding!"
 Before the flock of birds landed, a bang was heard.
 The simple straw puppet set up in the spiritual field shook the spiritual gong in its hand, emitting bursts of harsh sound waves in all directions, scaring the flock of birds away.
 Qin Ming and his companions followed the mountain path to their respective spiritual fields and began to get busy.
 In the spiritual field.
 Qin Ming looked eagerly at one of his plots of land, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, a little discouraged.
 In this spiritual field, there was about half an acre of spiritual rice, still green, and the style was completely different from the mature golden spiritual rice around.
 If others didn't know, they would think he was planting garlic seedlings here...
 He himself knew the reason for this scene very well.
 That was because the Spirit Rain Art was not proficient enough, the level was too low, the number of times it was performed was too few, and the rainfall distribution was uneven.
 "It seems that the spiritual rice production this season will be reduced, and I don't know if I can cope with the tax this time." Qin Ming was a little worried.
 Shaking his head, Qin Ming began to harvest the spiritual ears.
 The spiritual sickle passed under the rice, and handfuls of spiritual rice fell down and were tied into bundles by him skillfully.
 The spiritual rice here can be harvested three times a year. As long as the roots are left, it will grow again in a few months and can be harvested again.
 It's almost the same as cutting leeks.
 The setting sun is setting in the west.
 After harvesting the spiritual rice, beating the spiritual rice, and packing it in bags.
 The mana in Qin Ming's body was completely drained, and he was as tired as a dog.
 He had just wiped the sweat off his face when he heard the sound of a magic weapon breaking through the air in the distance.
 Qin Ming hurriedly looked up and saw a green leaf magic boat passing a green light in the air and slowly descending.
 A person came down from it.
 The other party was a fat middle-aged male cultivator, wearing the blue and white clothes of the outer sect of Lingyu Sect, with a big belly, majestic, and walked to him.
 The fat man was named Du Haifu, the supervisor of this spiritual field.
 The one who is in charge of the spiritual fields and spiritual farmers of the entire mountain is a real local emperor for Qin Ming and his friends.
 "Haha, Xiao Qin is very quick! He collected all the spiritual rice so quickly."
 Du Haifu opened the spiritual rice bag in front of Qin Ming, stretched out his hand to pinch a few grains of spiritual rice, and first put them under his nose to smell them.
 He casually threw the spiritual rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly, then showed a smiling and satisfied expression.
 "Well, the quality is quite good, it seems that a lot of effort has been put in."
 Du Haifu patted the storage bag on his waist, took out the large weighing device, and began to weigh.
 "The harvest of spiritual rice is two stones and eighty catties, and the tax to be paid is 70%, which is 196 catties..."
 "Huh? That's not right?"
 "Why is the spiritual rice harvested 50 catties less than last season?" The smile on Du Haifu's face disappeared instantly.
 After taking out a booklet and checking it, his expression turned cold and his eyes moved to Qin Ming.
 Qin Ming was shocked when he heard this.
 He took out a small brocade bag from his bosom and hurriedly handed it to the other party.
 Then he put on a smile and apologized: "Senior Du, I'm really sorry. There was a small problem in the spiritual field. I will use these spiritual stones to make up for the half bag of spiritual rice that is missing. Please bear with me."
 Although Qin Ming felt painful, he had to do it because most of his wealth was in it.
 In fact, Lingyumen only collected 50% of the spiritual rice tax, but there were deacons under them, and under the deacons there were supervisors who looked after the spiritual farmers...
 In this way, after layers of exploitation, what he could get in the end was pitiful.
 That small bag of spiritual stones probably went into Du Haifu's private pocket.
 Du Haifu took the brocade bag and weighed it with his hand. He already knew what was going on, and his attitude softened a lot.
 However, he still warned Qin Ming: "This is just the first time, and it will never happen again!"
 After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it forward, and the bags of spiritual rice in front of him were put into his storage bag.
 Qin Ming stared at the storage bag on Du Haifu's waist and the Qingye Flying Boat magic weapon before, and was really envious.
 He couldn't afford something like this...
 "Do you know how much spiritual rice Cai Laojiu paid this season?" Du Haifu suddenly asked him meaningfully.
 Then he raised two fingers and shook them in front of him.
 "It's more than twice as much as you!"
 "You can't go on like this, kid."
 "Since you still know something, I can remind you of something."
 "I just received news that when the next tax is collected, the deacons and elders in the sect will count the spiritual rice tax payments this year, and the ten spiritual farmers at the bottom of the ranking will be sent to the front-line camp to supplement the manpower."
 "You can take care of yourself."
 Du Haifu finished speaking, and without even looking at Qin Ming's reaction, he sailed away.
 Qin Ming was left standing there in a daze.
 "What? Sent to the war camp?"
 ...
 Night fell.
 Qin Ming returned to his room carrying the remaining spiritual rice.
 Bang!
 After closing the door, Qin Ming threw himself heavily on the bed with a "thump", lying on his back like a dead dog.
 His heart was in turmoil.
 He stared at the roof in a daze, recalling what Du Haifu had just said.
 He knew very well that with his current spiritual rice production, he was 100% one of the bottom few.
 The war camp of Lingyu Sect was a place with a very high death and injury rate, and everyone was terrified when talking about it.
 The so-called land reclamation was naturally the sect sending cultivators to reclaim the uninhabited wilderness in the cultivation world.
 These places were often originally occupied by monsters, or blocked by natural barriers, and were full of dangers and dangers.
 Not to mention, there were some indescribable strange threats, which made it difficult to practice peacefully on a daily basis.
 To put it bluntly.
 The sect needs a large number of low-level cultivators to serve as cannon fodder for exploration.
 Being a spiritual farmer is indeed a bit tiring, but it is more stable.
 There are many people in this world who struggle for survival.
 The job that others despise has now become their life-saving straw in the sea of ​​suffering.
 ‘What should I do? I don’t want to be a cannon fodder in the war camp! ’
 ‘I really don’t want to! ’
 Qin Ming thought, maybe he was too tired today.
 He fell into a deep sleep...
 Suddenly!
 A gorgeous and beautiful light passed through the depths of his soul.
 Qin Ming had a very long dream.
 In the dream, all kinds of strange plants seemed to have encountered something, growing wildly at an incredible speed, covering the sky and the sun...
 “Boom!”
 Then it seemed as if something exploded in his mind.
 …
 The next day.
 Qin Ming got up and supported his swollen head, feeling dizzy.
 He got out of bed, fetched a basin of water, and walked to the flower bed in the yard to wash up.
 There were dozens of spiritual rice plants planted in the flower bed, which he used to study crop habits and occasionally practice the Spirit Rain Technique.
 But when Qin Ming looked up at the flower bed, he was stunned!
 Above three of the spiritual rice plants in the flower bed, a series of prompts popped up:
 [Name]: Golden Spirit Rice[Term]: Ripening (100% maturity, harvestable)
 [Name]: Golden Spirit Rice[Term]: Intermediate Spirit Rain Technique five times (100% maturity, harvestable)
 [Name]: Golden Spirit Rice[Term]: Weak Mana (100% maturity, harvestable)
 Qin Ming rubbed his eyes in disbelief and murmured:
 "Get up so fast."
 "Did I have a problem with my sleeping posture last night?"
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 Qin Ming traveled to the world of immortal cultivation, but he didn't have a golden finger. With his mediocre talent, he was abandoned by his family and was ordered to participate in the sect's reclamation and recruitment mission, becoming a low-level spiritual farmer. 
 Every day he faced a cruel cultivation environment, a difficult life, and great pressure. 
 Until one day he came back from farming and found that what he harvested was a little different. 
 [Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Term]: Weak Mana (Harvestable) 
 From now on, he managed steadily, worked hard to farm, and finally became a big boss. 
 There was a chaos in the immortal world, and everyone was dumbfounded. 
 "Is this the strength that a spiritual farmer should have?!" 
 "Show your cards, I'm just a farmer..."
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 In novels with a stud there is always a Senior Martial Brother like this:
 In the early stages of the novel, his innate talent is high, his cultivation is good, his appearance is handsome, and he has an intelligent, cute younger Martial Sister as a fiancée.
 In the middle stages of the novel, he is caught unprepared and defeated by a young disciple (the protagonist) in the sect who’s hardly remarkable at all. From then on, he falls from his godly altar and loses his brilliance. Even his young Martial Sister leaves him for someone else.
 In the late stages of the novel, he continues to turn dark, going down the Demonic Path and becoming the major villainous boss. However, the protagonist still ruthlessly defeats him and his soul is eternally sealed.
 Once Qin Mo opened his eyes, he discovered that he had become this Senior Martial Brother.
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 Banruo Village was all Bai Ye knew in her 15 years of existence in this world of magical beasts, fickle spirits, and mystical practice. Growing up with only her grandfather as her support, her life was turned upside down when the old man was found murdered. Following the tragedy, the man whom she loved since childhood betrayed her in the vilest way possible. Bai Ye was left with no choice but to kill herself. Alas, even after being driven to the brink of despair, death eluded the young girl. With her family blood awakened, she was prompted by a mysterious man to join the Erudition Trails in Imperial City in order to escape the tightening claws of her ex-fiancé.
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 Jiu Xuan Xian Zunlin also unfortunately encountered the legendary dragon attack when he was robbed and thundered. He returned to his youth and became a high school student Lin Yi. He also found his left hand position and was sealed with a dragon..
 Since then, Lin has stood in a new world with a strong attitude, punching the old tyrannical gangsters, kicking and defeating the family.
 As a result, a strong newcomer rises and officially opens.
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 Through to the prehistoric,
 Feng Zichen is not an innate god or devil,
 It’s not inborn creatures,
 It has become the weakest creature in the prehistoric age.
 In this world where his birth determines his destiny,
 Feng Zichen is in the spirit of man conquering the sky,
 Create your own myth step by step.
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 How can one be a human being without a heart of good or evil? 
 Without a heart of right and wrong, how can one be a human being? 
 Even if a cultivator goes against heaven, he is still a human being. He must uphold kindness and uphold justice in order to confirm the great path. 
 The Monk's Diary!
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 [Mortal Flow] A boy from a fishing village accidentally got a magical shell with an independent world inside. Originally, he had ordinary aptitude, and since then he has embarked on an ordinary but not mediocre road to heaven.
 Planting spiritual medicines, raising monsters, cultivating monsters, condensing spiritual veins…
 Wang Ping held the “Heaven and Earth Shell” and created a legend of his own step by step with his abandoned spiritual roots.
 ps: The title of the book does not look serious, but the content is very serious. It is definitely orthodox mortal, with farming and adventure.
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 A thousand years ago, she was only a camellia demon, but he was the controller of the Central Heavens, King of Central Heavens!
 During the centennial Flower Festival, she confessed her love for him. Everyone laughed at her. She angrily said, “I just want to be the Empress.”
 He smiled and said: “Then cultivate.” From then on, she focused on cultivating.
 Five hundred years later, she asked again, “When can I be your Empress?” He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, “We’ll talk about it after you enter the Immortal Registry.”
 The number of women who want to be his Empress is more than millions. She finally understands the reason for his silence. She resolutely turned her back and choose that mortal love fate of “using one’s body to repay a kindness.” She abandoned immortality and will reincarnate forever. She doesn’t want to cultivate immortality anymore, she just wants to forget him!
 Now, because of his thousand-year guilt, he reversed fate. Bringing the reincarnated her back to her previous life, focusing on helping her cultivate again, wanting to make up what he owed her in the past. When flowers falls, these two meet again…
 That day, the brilliant red enters the eyes, a mountain full camellias, whose eyes will it bewilder…
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 Ye Ling is a poor herbalist who accidentally found a jade pendant containing a fairy palace, and from then on embarked on the true path of cultivating immortals. In this magical fairy palace, there is a wooden house, a few acres of spiritual fields, and a misty valley mountain top. 
 Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, and spirit transformation... While collecting herbs and refining elixirs in the world of cultivating immortals, while farming in the fairy palace, the joy is endless
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 In this mysterious world, monsters are rampant, and human lives are like grass. 
 Jia Ren, who traveled to Dahuangfang City, just wanted to rely on the proficiency panel to practice steadily. 
 Go on. 
 Live forever.
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 Taihao is heaven. 
 The road is bumpy and the road to immortality is rugged. Due to a fairy tale when he was young, he dreamed of traveling across the world, and the young man embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation and seeking truth. 
 How deep the sea is, only the Kunyu can know; how high the sky is, only the Peng bird can know; how big the world is, only I, the stars, can illuminate the sky and the world. 
 Soaring straight up ninety thousand miles, the wind and clouds are moving to the ninth level. Even people like ants still have the heart to realize the Hunyuan! 
 Highly recommend "Tao Pi Jiuxiao", with its fairy-like ancient charm, not to be missed.
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 Yin BiYue has made the worst purchase ever. After transmigrating countless times into the bodies of canon fodder villains, he buys a ‘Fiend Halo’ from the Rebirth Company, supposedly the best aid for an up and coming final BOSS!
 He’s ecstatic to finally get a villainous role where he won’t die after just a few lines, if any at all, and is raring to become the best opponent a protagonist will have… However, why was everyone looking at him with pitying eyes? Why was the protagonist rushing over to help him get out of his crimes? Most importantly, why was his ‘Fiend Halo’ just making things worse?!
 Meanwhile, the intern salesperson at the Rebirth Company discovers that he might have accidentally sold a prototype White Lotus Halo to a certain villain…
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 Bai Yang is the youngest son of a rich family, he grew up spoiled and unambitious, and no one expects anything from him. He doesn’t really mind this though, because he’s still able to live a simple and happy life.
 One day, however, his older brother got into an accident and is now comatose. Bai Yang’s father now has to consider his youngest son to take over the family business. Unfortunately, for him, Bai Yang is a weak, timid, and cowardly child. How can he ever succeed?!
 Wanting to change his son’s personality, his father has Bai Yang transmigrated into the world of Wild Wind, a very famous fantasy novel. Bai Yang’s father hopes the environment of that world will shape his son into a more arrogant and domineering man, as a child of a wealthy family ought to be.
 However, due to an error in the Main System, instead of transmigrating as the protagonist, Bai Yang ends up becoming a cannon fodder villain, Xie Zietian, from the Demon Realm! In order to safely and quickly return to his world, Bai Yang has to ensure that the protagonist, Zhou Ying, ascends to the heavens so his transmigration mission will be completed.
 In order to sneak into the Human Realm and help Zhou Ying, Bai Yang comes up with a variety of excuses to the Demon King of Everlasting Night, such as…
 Bai Yang said in a dignified manner, “Your Majesty, that person might threaten the demon world. I will go to the human world to kill him for you!” (Actually, I went there to meet the protagonist.)
 Bai Yang proclaimed his loyalty to the Demon King, “Your Majesty, hang in there. I will go to the human world to find the elixir for you!” (Actually, I went there to save the protagonist.)
 Bai Yang said with an attitude of selfless dedication, “Your Majesty, I just want to go to the human world to further your great cause!” (Actually, I went there to see the protagonist.)
 The Demon King’s face remained impassive but, in fact, the tips of his ears were red. He was thinking: I can’t believe he loves me so deeply…
 Demon King said, “Humph! Seeing how clingy you are, I’ll accept your love. Tell me! Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you!”
 Bai Yang: “What the hell…! Your Majesty, I don’t love you.”
 Demon King said, “No, you love me.”
 The Demon King truly believed Bai Yang and him shared a deep mutual love until he discovered that Bai Yang was having an “affair” with a “wild human” …
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