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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

Bok Taejin sat in the hall, slowly eating his steamed buns.

This time, no one was snatching food from him, so he could take his time savoring it.

Inside the basket, a divider separated the buns into two types.

One portion was pure meat-filled, with both lean and fatty cuts.

With each bite, the fat melted, releasing a rich aroma, while the finely minced lean meat blended with the bun's soft dough, the flavors intertwining until they became one.

The other type was vegetable buns, made with pickled greens.

Bok Taejin couldn't tell exactly what kind of vegetable had been used for the pickling.

There were tiny bits of meat mixed into the filling, but they were added so sparingly that one had to taste carefully to notice them.

Since Hwayang Village had never lacked meat, this was likely intentional—to keep the meat flavor from overpowering the fragrance of the greens.

Both types of buns were delicious, but the vegetable ones, in particular, provided Bok Taejin's stomach a much-needed break from all the meat he had eaten.

As he ate, he couldn't help but crave chili peppers.

He had always enjoyed pickled vegetable buns, especially the ones with a bit of spice.

Thinking back to last night's feast, he realized he hadn't tasted anything spicy.

He wondered if Hwayang Village simply didn't use chili in their cooking or if chili peppers didn't exist here at all.

After finishing his meal and resting briefly, Bok Taejin started looking for water.

Im Beomhyeon's house had a dedicated kitchen, complete with a built-in stove, a rice jar, a water jar, and several hanging cured meats.

However, the stove's surface was still spotless, showing that it had barely been used.

Bok Taejin only wanted a drink, so he lifted the lid off the water jar.

There was only a little water left, with a ladle floating on the surface.

In a hurry, he couldn't find any tools to boil water, so he simply scooped some with a bowl and drank to his heart's content.

The water, drawn from an unpolluted well, tasted sweet and refreshing.

Bok Taejin recalled that there was a well beside the house.

Since he had nothing else to do while waiting for Im Beomhyeon to wake up, he decided to fetch more water.

Making several trips back and forth, he eventually filled the water jar to the brim.

Standing in the kitchen and looking at the full jar, he couldn't help but smile.

The joy of labor, the simple focus on a single task without any other worries—this feeling was truly wonderful.

He felt a little bit tired, but it was the kind of fatigue that brought deep satisfaction.

A lazy-sounding voice suddenly came from behind him. "Yo, kid, you're pretty diligent."

Bok Taejin turned around in surprise and delight.

Sure enough, Im Beomhyeon stood there, his hair messy, looking at him with drowsy eyes.

"No kidding," Im Beomhyeon replied, clicking his tongue twice before going for a drink.

Unlike Bok Taejin, he scooped up a ladle full of water and gulped most of it down in one go.

Then, following the open window beside the water jar, he dumped the remaining water outside before placing the ladle back on top of the jar's lid—a necessity since the jar was now full, making it impossible to close the lid with the ladle inside.

Bok Taejin twitched at the sight, he pressing his hands to his face with a silent sigh.

He had a bad feeling about the trouble ahead!

He would have to fix some of Im Beomhyeon's living habits!

Otherwise, if they were going to share a house, how would he survive?

Of course, by the time he succeeded in changing Im Beomhyeon's habits, Hwayang Village itself would probably have changed as well…

Morning Habits