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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 ignored him and simply stared into the fire, letting its warmth seep into him.

Suddenly, the image of the giant turtle surfaced in his mind again and again, yet every time he tried to make out the patterns on its shell, his vision blurred.

By the time he finally gave up, Im Beomhyeon had already filled an entire bucket with fish, and two larger ones were now roasting over the fire.

Im Beomhyeon grinned smugly. "Don't be fooled by how many big fish are in the lake—these guys are smart! If we're talking about the best fisherman in the village, that's definitely me. Anyone else would have taken much longer to catch this many. You're lucky today! If we hadn't skipped lunch, I wouldn't have bothered coming here."

As he spoke, he carefully turned the fish over, the rich aroma slowly filling the air.

Bok Taejin hadn't eaten much of the dried meat earlier.

He'd also done a lot of work and walked a long way, so the smell of roasting fish made his stomach growl uncontrollably.

He could only rub his belly and wait.

Fortunately, one of the fish was smaller and cooked faster.

Im Beomhyeon handed it to him, and he didn't hesitate, tearing into it immediately.

The fish had only a central spine with large bones and no annoying tiny ones, making it easy to eat.

Its flesh was tender and fatty, without any unpleasant fishy taste—fresh and delicious.

Roasting it over an open fire probably wasn't the best way to prepare this type of fish, but it still tasted amazing.

Bok Taejin realized that he had learned to wolf down his food like a starving man…

Back in the village, Im Beomhyeon dumped the bucket of fish at the communal kitchen and left without a care while dragging Bok Taejin along to wander around the village.

From time to time, he would point things out—praising one woman's beauty, admiring another's skill in sewing clothes…

After a while, Bok Taejin's expression turned strange. "What about their husbands?"

There were about twenty to thirty households in the village, with around a hundred people.

Some were single men, but it was impossible that only a few women stood out enough for Im Beomhyeon to remember.

And yet, he hadn't mentioned a single man.

Im Beomhyeon hemmed and hawed for a moment before finally replying, "Husbands? Hah! How many men in this village could beat me in a fight? They're not even worth mentioning!"

While that might have been true, hearing it from Im Beomhyeon himself made Bok Taejin doubt the credibility of the statement.

He looked to be at least twenty, and Im Beomhyeon was clearly older than him.

If they were in Bok Taejin's previous life, Im Beomhyeon would have been considered an aging bachelor.

In this era, he was just a lonely single man.

Listening to Im Beomhyeon talk about how capable other men's wives were at managing their households, Bok Taejin couldn't help but conclude that this was just the envy, jealousy, and bitterness of a single man speaking.

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