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

  Before Zhao Hai reached the middle of the mountain, he had to stop because his path was blocked by five people. These five people were all wearing the clothes of the disciples of the imperishable sect. One of them was a big man who was nearly two meters tall. His muscles were very strong and he was comparable to a bodybuilding champion.


  However, in Zhao Hai's eyes, these people posed the least threat. Zhao Hai looked at these people. Although they were also physical cultivators, they were at a very low level. Although their muscles looked very intimidating, it did not mean that they were stronger than Zhao Hai. On the contrary, once a physical cultivator cultivated to the point of being simple and honest, his muscles would become very different. They would not be like this person, whose muscles would become more flexible. Because at that time, it was not just their muscles that provided the main power for their bodies, but their bones and muscles.


Ruthless (1)