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Bok Taejin was an ordinary young man who met an untimely death in a car accident—only to wake up in the body of a starving teenager in a strange world. Stranded in the wilderness, he is rescued by a group of villagers and soon discovers that he has transmigrated into the new Sect Leader of the long-forgotten One Flower Sect—a once-powerful immortal sect now reduced to nothing.

With no cultivation talent, no resources, and only a mysterious technique called the Life and Death Technique, Bok Taejin soon realizes that the key to reviving his sect isn’t just through martial arts—it’s through farming. Hidden within the sect’s abandoned fields are spiritual herbs and ancient crops with untapped potential. By cultivating the land, nurturing rare plants, and trading with nearby towns, he slowly builds a foundation for the sect’s return.

But as word spreads of a declining sect suddenly producing miraculous crops and powerful elixirs, forces from the martial world begin to take notice. Can Bok Taejin grow his sect back to its former glory while fending off enemies who seek to steal his secrets?

Armed with nothing but his wits, a hoe, and an iron will, the last disciple of the One Flower Sect is about to change the world—one harvest at a time!

Note:

1. Slow-paced story.
2. There is no female lead in this book.

Farming In The Eastern Cultivation World

The reason he could cultivate the Life and Death Technique was that his body contained both Vital Qi and Death Qi—worse still, the Death Qi in his body was even stronger than his Vital Qi?!

The original owner of this body should be dead.

He also had been hit by a car before he died.

The people around him at that time had screamed so miserably.

So, he had probably died in the accident, which was how he ended up here.

They said his body was primarily filled with death energy maybe this is the reason.

Well, fine, he would accept that.

However, there was also some life energy—true enough, since he was still technically alive.

The Life and Death Technique maintained a balance of life and death energies within him, so he didn't have to worry about his survival for now.

Recalling that he had just been rescued and brought back to the village yet didn't even know his savior, Bok Taejin lost interest in cultivating for the time being.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a blanket.

At the head of the bed, a thin jacket was neatly folded.

Bok Taejin picked it up and shook it open—it wasn't his, but it fit him well enough.

The original owner had come down from the mountains and had walked a long way.

The clothes he had been wearing were already torn and ragged, scratched by tree branches and other obstacles, looking filthy and tattered.

Now, the clothes he had originally worn had been taken off, though he didn't know where they had been placed.

After a brief hesitation, Bok Taejin put on the thin jacket over his inner garments.

He stepped out of the small wooden house.

It was late autumn, bordering on early winter, and a chill had already set in over the mountains.

The sun slanted westward, painting half the sky red.

A gentle evening breeze carried the rich aroma of meat.

Bok Taejin couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, his hunger intensifying.

He rubbed his stomach, which was so empty it felt like it was sticking to his back, and followed the scent.

He hadn't walked far when he heard someone call out, "Hey, kid!"

At first, Bok Taejin didn't realize the shout was directed at him.

He only glanced in the direction of the voice, slightly puzzled.

A burly man emerged from a side path in the mountains while carrying a large bundle of firewood in his arms.

Bok Taejin took a closer look and recognized him—it was the man who had fed him water earlier.

The others seemed to call him Im Beomhyeon.

Just as he was about to step forward to express his gratitude and ask Im Beomhyeon some questions, the man was already striding over.

The hefty bundle of firewood in his arms seemed light as a feather.

"Hey, kid, what's the deal with you?! I called you, and you didn't even respond?"

Awakening in the Village