Ming Yu

If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day.
Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both.
“So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!”
“What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!”
The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

Living In Another World With A Farm

  The way the cultivators looked at Zhao Hai changed. They didn't expect him to be the disciple of the two elders. The two elders were known as The Killing Gods in the tyrant's blade school. They didn't accept disciples not only because they didn't want to, but also because their killing intent was too strong. If they accepted disciples, they would teach them killing moves. Ordinary low-level cultivators would be affected by the killing intent after learning these killing moves, and it was very likely that they would go crazy. He had become a murderous Demon King. This was the reason why the two elders of yin and yang had never accepted any disciples.


  But now, Zhao Hai said that he was the disciple of elder Yin and elder yang. It would be strange if these people weren't shocked. The leading cultivator looked at Zhao Hai and suddenly cupped his fists,"So you're the disciples of elder Yin and elder yang. I, saber rat, am honored."


The twelve weirdos (1)