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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

He knew that his only hope for change lay in the Life and Death Technique.

In this world, a person's innate physical strength and potential were closely tied to their affinity with the world's spiritual energy.

The stronger their connection to it, the more physically powerful they were.

Those people with high potential had both a high upper limit and a strong baseline—even at their weakest, they wouldn't be frail.

A village like Hwayang Village, where everyone had at least some aptitude for training, couldn't be considered full of geniuses, but they were certainly far better off than Bok Taejin.

He had lived in an immortal sect for years and still couldn't even touch the threshold of cultivation.

Besides, how could Hwayang Village be a normal comparison?

They had so few people, yet they could crush large villages in battle and even stand their ground against government soldiers.

That wasn't something an average person could compete with!

Trying to change the topic, Bok Taejin asked, "Brother Im, how does my technique compare to the one you learned?"

"Of course, mine is better!" Im Beomhyeon declared.

Then, for once, he fell into deep thought, his expression growing nostalgic.

After a long moment, he let out a long sigh, his face filled with loneliness.

Bok Taejin was taken aback, recalling what he had heard about Im Beomhyeon's past.

Back then, the world was struck by calamity, and famine spread everywhere.

Aunt Seo had met Im Beomhyeon on the road while fleeing for survival; they hadn't known each other before.

Being a kind person, she shared some of her food with Im Beomhyeon when their rations weren't yet critically low.

At the time, Im Beomhyeon had been so hungry that his eyes gleamed at the mere sight of food.

That small act of kindness unexpectedly became the reason she and her son managed to survive in the end.

But whether Im Beomhyeon had any family, or how he had learned martial arts before fleeing for his life, no one knew.

Bok Taejin was still waiting for Im Beomhyeon to teach him martial arts, but before he knew it, Im Beomhyeon had turned around and gone back inside.

"Sleep, sleep! Whatever it is, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Bok Taejin followed him in and watched as Im Beomhyeon lay down on the bed, resting his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes—he didn't look like he was planning to sleep at all.

Perhaps something had stirred up painful memories for Im Beomhyeon.

Standing by the door of Im Beomhyeon's room, Bok Taejin hesitated.

Im Beomhyeon must have noticed him because he turned his head slightly, glanced at him, then went back to staring at the ceiling.

After some thought, Bok Taejin returned to his own room, sat cross-legged, formed a hand seal, and began cultivating.

The opposing forces of life and death energy made it extremely difficult to maintain balance.

Each time he tried to keep them running separately along his meridians without interfering with each other, they would clash the moment they met.

Balancing Life and Death