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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

Those that completed their tasks could retain their existing land and might even receive additional rewards from the empire.

However, those that failed had their land reclaimed by the empire.

Everything produced on the land belonged to the respective sect, and sects could trade land among themselves.

As a result, while there was competition among the sects, they also collaborated frequently, often working together to complete tasks and petition the empire for more land.

When Bok Taejin first learned about this, he thought the sects resembled ancient landlords.

There might be competition between them, and some might seize opportunities when others fell into hardship.

However, for the most part, they formed a shared interest group.

The sects had to unite in order to balance the power with the empire and continue extracting benefits from it.

Still, the relationship between sects and the empire was not entirely antagonistic—many times, the sects relied on the empire for certain forms of support.

The former Sect Leader had never explained these complex relationships in detail, so Bok Taejin only had a rough understanding.

Perhaps, when he became stronger and had to interact with other sects, he would truly grasp the full picture.

While watching the sunset, Second Uncle suddenly said, "They're almost here."

Im Beomhyeon sensing the moment, quickly stepped aside to make room for Second Uncl.

Bok Taejin followed suit, shifting away as well.

Second Uncle took some burning firewood from the stove and transferred it to another clay stove nearby.

Then, he added more firewood and heated the pot.

Only then did Bok Taejin see, in the direction of the sunset, a large group of people carrying various things as they approached.

There were large cuts of meat and washed vegetables.

Some people carried nothing but went straight into the nearby houses, bringing out tables and chairs.

In the blink of an eye, the open space was filled with the sounds of chopping vegetables, cutting meat, and cleaving bones, mixed with the crackling of firewood and the scraping of tables and chairs across the ground.

The noises blended together in a lively symphony.

Bok Taejin had nothing to do and could only stand aside.

Surprisingly, Im Beomhyeon also had nothing to do.

Bok Taejin watched as he casually grabbed a young man, dragged him over to take over the fire-tending duty, and then stood beside him with his arms crossed, simply watching.

Feeling awkward, Bok Taejin said, "Brother Im, you can go do your work. I actually want to help too…"

Im Beomhyeon spat disdainfully, "What's the point of doing all that? I'm not working anymore! Earlier, no one else was around, and I couldn't beat Second Uncle, so I had no choice but to help him with the fire. But now? Heh!"

He suddenly felt that he had misjudged Im Beomhyeon.

When this man had saved him, he had seemed so kind—even a little gentle.

But that must have been an illusion, the biggest illusion of life.

A Village Feast