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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

One of them had already passed away, and the rest only knew certain steps of the process.

One of the elderly villagers, grateful for Bok Taejin's kindness and care for their village, decided to entrust him with the secret recipe.

Unfortunately, the recipe was of little use to Bok Taejin.

The plums required for making the sauce had extremely strict growing conditions—they had to be cultivated in these very mountains, ripening later than ordinary plums.

Additionally, there was a specific spice that could only be found within these mountains and nowhere else.

Even if one attempted to cultivate them artificially, not only would it be difficult, but the result would never compare to the naturally grown flavors of the wild.

He was destined to be merely a guardian of this recipe.

Let alone carrying forward the tradition, he couldn't even make some plum sauce for himself.

Perhaps the elderly villagers had taken this into consideration when choosing to pass the recipe to him rather than leaving it to their own descendants for profit.

Otherwise, no matter how much Bok Taejin cared for them, how could he compare to their own flesh and blood?

Even if one elder was willing, could all of them possibly agree without objection?

Lost in memories of his past life, Bok Taejin had already finished his routine of Baguazhang technique.

Im Beomhyeon, who initially had no interest, was now staring at him in utter shock.

Even after Bok Taejin finished and stood upright, Im Beomhyeon still hadn't closed his mouth.

"Brother Im, what do you think?" Bok Taejin asked, his tone a mix of shyness and pride.

Im Beomhyeon, who could never stand this attitude of his, immediately sneered, "Not even worth crap!"

Bok Taejin's expression stiffened.

Im Beomhyeon continued his mocking tone, "The technique itself is actually good, but you have no internal strength at all. Your movements are weak and powerless—what a waste! This is a colossal waste! It's worse than hunting a wild boar and burying it without eating it!"

What kind of ridiculous comparison was that??

Clicking his tongue, Im Beomhyeon added, "Look at the people in the village. Don't think you're living comfortably here just because Hwayang Village is so remote that no one finds it. The truth is, they fought for it, generation after generation."

"There are so few of them, yet every single one has trained in their ancestral martial arts. They've fought against people from neighboring villages, fought against government soldiers, and never once backed down. They beat them so badly that no one dares to mess with them anymore!"

"But as for their martial arts? Compared to yours, their techniques aren't even as good! And yet, with your current strength? Hah! Any 3 years old kid in Hwayang Village could knock you flat on your back!"

Bok Taejin forced a bitter smile. "Brother Im, I know I'm weak. You don't have to say it so bluntly, do you?"

Im Beomhyeon waved his hand impatiently. "Can't even handle that? You'll have much bigger problems to deal with later. If you don't hurry up and train your body, even the women in the village will be much stronger than you!"

Bok Taejin could only keep smiling bitterly.

A Wasted Technique