Jiang He might have transmigrated to a world of Qi and martial arts, but the System that he got only provided him with... seeds. 
"Hold on, System. Aren't these just... peas? Not only are they inedible, but I'm supposed to throw them far, far away?" 

Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Trumbo's jet-black eyes were bulging roundly with a look of curiosity filling its feline face.

It purred a few things, mouthing something unintelligible in cat language, while Dumbo stood on its rear legs, holding its front paws at its hip as it smugly said, "No need, I have already grasped Sky Daemon Invincibility up to initiate level. In days, I would ascend up to rank-eight, and be able to kill a rank-nine at any given time."

Trumbo looked utterly envious, and it lay on the ground, dipping its head several times, before rising and carving several words into the ground with its blade, "Kowtowing to you, bro."

Dumbo stared at the words on the ground for a while before slapping Trumbo on the head, barking, "What the hell? Why is a cat daemon like you acting all cultured for? Don't you know daddy can't read?"

The silly ones gain silly blessings?

Immortal-Cutter Flying Dagger?