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

The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist shook his head.

The kid had cultivated for only a very short time but had ascended up to True Immortal-pinnacle, and could turn the tables against Golden Immortals already, making him an unparalleled prodigy.

The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist even heard that Jiang He was extravagant in his cultivation—when he was still a low-ranked martial artist, he would chug Origin Fluid as if he was drinking water, even if it was incredibly precious to other low-ranked martial artist, not to mention that he possessed inestimable troves of spirit stones and immortal crystals.

Reaching Golden Immortal was not that easy.

It required remarkable enlightenment in Dao, and was not dependent on the accumulation of resources or whatnot.

Wang Hou gestured that he understood the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist's reaction very well.

It’s Finally My Turn To Show Off!