Chapter 1: Rebirth in the Soil of the Spirit Realm

Chapter 1: Rebirth in the Soil of the Spirit Realm

The morning sun bathed the rugged landscape of the Green Sky Valley, casting its first light across patches of jade-colored fields and rocky outcrops. Mei Lan stirred as a gentle warmth brushed against her cheek. She opened her eyes and froze, unfamiliar surroundings pressing down on her senses. She wasn't in her tiny room in the village anymore; she was lying in the dirt on the outskirts of the Spirit Valley Sect.

Disoriented, she sat up slowly, her fingers digging into the cool earth beneath her. Only then did memories come flooding back—the whispers, the scoffs, the disappointment. In her last life, she'd been cannon fodder in this sect, an insignificant disciple who died in the line of duty, overlooked and forgotten. Her cultivation was low, her strength meager, and in the end, she hadn't even been able to save herself.

But then…how was she here again? Alive?

She scanned her surroundings, her heart pounding. She was back, and her body felt younger and stronger. Her fingers touched her cheek, and she felt the smoothness of her skin, free of the scars she'd acquired over her last life. It was undeniable—she'd been reborn.

Just as Mei Lan began to process this miracle, a warm sensation in her chest made her heart skip. It was as if something was calling her, a strange yet comforting pull. She focused inward, and suddenly her vision blurred. In the next heartbeat, she found herself in a vast, open space, unlike anything she'd ever seen. This wasn't the Spirit Valley Sect, nor any place on earth.

It was… a field.

Stretching out as far as her eyes could see was fertile land, divided into neat rows and dotted with small patches of grass. In the distance, a gentle mist swirled over what appeared to be a small pond. Above, a golden light streamed down from a sun that didn't seem to hang in the sky but instead floated softly above, almost as if watching over the space.

Her breath caught. She'd heard of rare cultivators who were blessed with spatial dimensions, private realms that only they could access and control. Such a gift could transform a weak cultivator's fate—especially one like her who had focused on farming. But this wasn't just any ordinary cultivation space; it was one filled with fertile soil and an energy so rich it practically hummed.

Her hand trembled as she touched the soil. Warm and alive, it pulsed with qi that flowed into her fingertips, invigorating her senses. She quickly realized the enormity of what she had: a perfect cultivation space where she could grow spiritual plants, herbs, and even crops to enhance her qi.

Slowly, Mei Lan knelt down, pressing her hands deeper into the soil, feeling its vitality. "This… this is my chance," she whispered. In her last life, she had been dismissed as a useless farmer. But this time, she would master this art of spiritual farming. She would become strong—strong enough to escape her fate as cannon fodder and stand tall.

Excitement bubbled within her, and she didn't hesitate. She focused, feeling the qi within her connect to the space around her. A seed appeared in her palm—a common spiritual herb seed she recognized from her past life. She placed it into the soil, gently covering it with her hands.

Almost instantly, the seed began to sprout, tiny green leaves pushing up through the soil with astonishing speed. Her eyes widened. In the outside world, it would have taken weeks to grow, but here, with the potent qi, it was fully grown within minutes.

As she watched the plant come to life, Mei Lan's heart swelled with newfound purpose. No one in her sect knew of her rebirth, nor of this extraordinary farming space. She would keep it hidden, a secret weapon. With this space and her knowledge of spiritual herbs, she could cultivate rare plants, enhance her qi, and refine potions—things that would help her grow in power.

A new life, a new chance. And this time, she would be more than just a background character in someone else's story. She would become a cultivator of her own destiny.