Scooping water, sprinkling, and water droplets fell like rain, evenly landing on the vegetable plot in the yard.
Spiritual energy surged, an inexplicable aura gathered in the space around, accompanying the dance of the water droplets.
The fruits and vegetables across the yard being nourished, underwent a miraculous transformation, and began to nurture strands of life essence.
Ji Mo clenched onto his watering gourd dipper, watching the dynamics in the vegetable garden, his face full of anxiety and anticipation.
"Ding......"
"The upgrade of the planting skill has been successful, the skill is now perfect."
"Congratulations host, you have received the title of Legendary Farmer."
"Learning is a lifelong process, I hope that the host will not forget their original intention, be eager to learn, and continue to strive. The next skill upgrade will come with a mysterious grand prize!"
A flash of white light flickered around Ji Mo, and in his mind, the system voice slowly echoed.
"Is that it? Nothing more?"
"I don't want any damn titles, I just want to cultivate..."
Ji Mo's eyes were bloodshot, the corner of his mouth twitched, and in the end, unable to endure further, he fiercely smashed the gourd dipper in his hand to pieces.
"Screw 'never forgetting your original intention', damn system! You've been screwing with me for eight whole years, I'm done..."
Ji Mo showed no trace of excitement after receiving the reward, instead, he was filled with anger.
Because the reward was still not the cultivation he yearned for the most.
Boom!
A surprising thunder struck out of nowhere, hitting right on Ji Mo's head.
At once, Ji Mo's hair stood on end, and his handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Arcs of electricity zapped around him as his body quivered like he was being sieved.
System warning!
This time it was off lightly, recalling the past defiance of the system and suffering the punishment of the celestial thunderbolt, was both painful and exhilarating, unbearable to think about.
Gritting his teeth, Ji Mo was furious but dared not to speak a word.
Why is it when others obtained a system, they could rise against adversities, soar to great heights, sweep away all enemies, and be wildly cool as they rocked the heavens?
But what about him?
Farming, blacksmithing, chopping wood, playing zither, chess, reading, painting ...
A big pile of trivial life skills were honed to perfection under the system's boost.
But regrettably, about cultivation, there was always a blank.
No matter how much effort he put into it, he could never cultivate, and couldn't sense the existence of heavenly and earthly spirits at all, isn't that infuriating?
It's been eight whole years since he transmigrated to this world.
At first, he harbored dreams, hoping he could stand out with the help of the system. Then go through trials and tribulations, win fame and fortune, attract the fair, rich and beautiful, and reach the pinnacle of life.
In the end, year after year, although he perfected countless skills, he was still just an ordinary person.
Damn this dog system!
"So it seems, I am destined to be ordinary, someone who cannot cultivate," Jimo sighed deeply, feeling the world's overwhelming hostility towards an outsider like him, full of powerlessness.
Life still needed to persist; if you can't accept it, you've got to bear with it.
Being compromised is the only way to survive.
Jimo picked up his spirits, pulled a few cabbages, and continued to practice his next skill: fish cultivation.
He went to the pond behind the house and threw the torn cabbage into the water.
For some unknown reason, the pond full of golden koi seemed starving today; they were ceaselessly eating the leaves Jimo had thrown.
Golden lights were continuously shimmering. After ingesting the cabbage, the fish seemed to be noticeably transforming; their body structure has become slender, with terrifying shapes emerging on their heads. Occasionally they leapt above the water surface, as though they wanted to fly away with the wind.
"Holy shit, are they about to attain spirit?" Jimo exclaimed.
In this world, where the heavens and the earth were full of thick spiritual qi, it was common for all creatures to gain intelligence.
Still, Jimo was oblivious that this scene in front of his eyes was actually... a higher level of creature evolution...
Super Evolution!
"Even fish can cultivate themselves, this is undoubtedly a slap in the face. Ji Mo is even more upset.
This can't be tolerated. We'll have to take care of it tonight.
"Chili pepper fish head, West Lake vinegar fish, Heng County raw fish, big fish stewed in an iron pot..."
Recalling a hundred ways he knows of eating fish, Ji Mo can’t help but salivate.
The golden carps that had already morphed into dragonfish were scared back to their normal state by his words, hiding at the bottom of the pond without daring to make a bubble.
“Good that you're wise enough not to stir things up, or else you'll be met with my iron stewing pot."
Ji Mo nods in satisfaction, then his attention is drawn by a moving white figure in the distance.
"That's, a cultivator hurrying on their journey!"
After a closer look, he becomes incredibly excited and his eyes glow.
She is a young female cultivator in white clothes, as swift and beautiful as a startling swan. She's so fast it's like she's the wind, and her skirt flares with her speed, making her out of this world.
Her movement is graceful and pleasing to the eye, leaving Ji Mo entranced and filled with envy and longing.
The white figure moves swiftly, approaching Ji Mo's direction continuously.
Lin Zihan is extremely anxious at this moment, a layer of sweat seeping from her smooth forehead, and a look of anger adorns her beautiful face.
Her aura is a mess and her body's spiritual energy is almost exhausted. There are traces of blood on the corner of her mouth and remains of a battle on her white skirt.
"I have to rush back to Fantianzong and inform the sect leader about the betrayal of the Sky Wolf Gang who have sided with our archenemy, Xuan Shui Pavilion. The sect must be ready to deal with this, otherwise, disaster may befall us."
"Also, that Ma Peng, the eldest brother of the Sky Wolf Gang on the surface he is as humble as a gentleman, within his heart he is as filthy as it can be, harboring a disgusting plan to drug and defile me, such a despicable villain. We're utterly irreconcilable."
Being the victim of a heinous scheme, Lin Zihan, persevering through severe injuries, cut open a bloody path of escape, all buttressed by sheer loathing.
Approaching the boundary of her sect, her pent-up anxiety finally relaxed to some extent.
"This is a humble abode, with virtue to cherish!"
Passing the courtyard of Ji Mo, Lin Zihan unwittingly glanced at the couplet displayed in front of the gate and was instantly shocked, her petite body trembling, her face full of terror.
In the calligraphy style of a 'dragon and phoenix in flight', the brushstrokes were vigorous and forceful, especially the enhancement with the tip of the brush appeared to be as pointed as a steel needle, sharp and unparalleled. Emanating a wave of righteousness nearly caused Lin Zihan's Dao heart, her spiritual core, to crack.
"Whose ink treasure is this? It's teeming with an absolute righteous energy!"
Could it be that a learned scholar wandered to this place?
If I could find a renowned scholar for support, perhaps the crisis of the sect could be alleviated.
Lin Zihan was ecstatic within, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope for the survival of the sect.
However, her heart fell to the depths below in the very next moment.
Because She saw next to the thatched cottage, a man as ugly as black charcoal staring blankly at her, his face full of like a lovesick idiot and what's even more nauseous is that he was drooling…
She expected a great scholar to be present, but never thought it would be a lecherous person.
Moreover, the person in front of her was not a martial arts expert, but a very ordinary person.
Such a disparity nearly made Lin ZiHan cough up blood.
Ji Mo had never imagined that due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, he had become the "foolish man" in the eyes of many.
"Ugh, as expected, no man is decent; disgusting!"
Being the heiress of the Sect Leader of the Fantiandong Faction, her noble status was unquestionable. How could any man dare to blatantly stare at her like this? This stirred up immense shame and anger within Lin ZiHan.
Moreover, her previous experiences had made her detest men.
If the other party was a cultivator, with her fiery temper, she would have unsheathed her sword to face him. But the other man was just an ordinary one, leaving her nowhere to vent her anger.
"Young lady, why do you insult without reason?"
Ji Mo felt inexplicably confused.
So what if he's a cultivator? Here I am, peacefully staying in my own yard, not bothering anyone.
With a cold huff, Lin ZiHan lost her interest in staying, and turned to leave.
"Young lady, I foresee great danger for you…"
Ji Mo noticed that Lin ZiHan's brow was darkened, her life palace was gloomy, and out of goodwill, he wanted to offer a warning.
Dangerous?
Busty?
Upon hearing this, Lin ZiHan subconsciously glanced down, and flipping out with rage, she yelled, "You scoundrel, you're asking for death."
Immediately, he sprang up and aimed a palm strike at Ji Mo.
At the door.
The door deity painted by Ji Mo, upon sensing the killing intent, suddenly opened its previously closed eyes, as if it was coming to life.
A profound aura circulated, and the enormous pressure, like a tidal wave, swept towards Lin Zi Han.
"Puff..."
Lin Zi Han, who was already severely injured, didn't possess the slightest bit of resistance and was sent flying backward.
