Farming My Way to Immortality in the Cultivation World
Shen Qinghe crossed into the world of cultivation with a mysterious ancient book, becoming an ordinary outer disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect. While others soared through the skies on flying swords, s
Agonizing pain!
That was Shen Qinghe’s first sensation upon regaining consciousness.
It felt as if her internal organs were being scorched by searing flames; each breath carried the taste of blood.
A buzzing filled her ears, mingling with shrill, clamorous voices:
“Senior Brother Zhao Shi kindly used the Spirit Rain Technique to water our spirit fields—why is it only Shen Qinghe’s field that’s having problems?”
“It’s clearly her own lack of skill, yet she tries to blame Senior Brother Zhao Shi for the trouble in her spirit field!”
“She even dared to attack him when her ploy failed—she’s lucky Senior Brother Zhao showed mercy and didn’t kill her!”
The harsh words pierced her mind like steel needles. Shen Qinghe forced herself to listen through the discomfort, and though she didn’t fully understand, it was clear that all their accusations were aimed at her.
“Elder Sister... wake up... how can they treat you like this...”
A tearful young girl’s voice sounded by her ear, making her realize she was leaning against someone’s arms.
Spirit Rain Technique? Spirit field? Elder sister?
What on earth was all this?
She distinctly remembered being in the experimental field, recording data, and had only wanted to take a brief nap during her lunch break.
Shen Qinghe tried to open her eyes to see who these people were.
Suddenly, a violent headache seized her, and a torrent of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind.
When the pain finally receded, an astonishing realization took root—
She had