Qin Yun, an abandoned member of a collateral branch from a small village on the border of Xuanzhou, lost his parents at a young age and suffered endless cold treatment.

In Xuanzhou, martial arts are revered and the strong reach the heavens, but he has only mediocre talent and is considered a waste.

He accidentally fell into a pool and awakened the spiritual field system within his body, allowing him to grow herbs, raise beasts, and accelerate the development of cultivation techniques, enabling all things to grow at an accelerated pace.

While others spend ten years in arduous cultivation, he breaks through in just three days of farming.

He sold medicine to earn spirit stones, cultivated martial arts skills to surpass those of geniuses, established a sect to recruit disciples, and transformed a barren mountain into a sacred land.

He didn't compete or fight, he just focused on farming, and eventually he became the best in the world.

My name is Chen Wuzheng. I woke up one night and found myself in a chat group for the Myriad Realms. It's packed with everyone: immortal sword masters, Buddhist arhats, exotic gods, future technological emperors... We all hail from different worlds, but we all share one thing in common: we're the pinnacle of our respective realms. This group is part of the "Myriad Realms Mutual Aid Alliance," dedicated to fostering cross-disciplinary exchange and resource sharing among talented individuals. My own world of cultivation is experiencing declining spiritual energy, making the path difficult to find. But I've been trading intelligence in the group for cultivation techniques, and elixirs for divine weapons, slowly rising through the ranks. Most astonishingly, I've discovered I possess a previously unseen "Dao Body," capable of integrating all forms of cultivation. While others must choose their spiritual root attributes to cultivate, I can absorb them all. With the divine support of the group and my own innate talent, I've crushed my peers, leaving even the older generation uneasy. Don't ask me why I'm so powerful; I simply read the group messages over and over again. The question now isn't whether I can achieve immortality, but who will shoulder the responsibility when the Myriad Realms face a crisis. In this world, fighting alone is out of date. The real way is in group chat.

My name is Chen Yan, and I'm a novelist. Growing up, I've never had any big ambitions, always just going with the flow. Ten years ago, I moved to Wutong Lane, and next door moved in with a little girl named Shen Zhixia. She was cheerful and talkative, like a chirping bird. Our families were close, and we grew up together. She called me "Chen Xiaolan," and I called her "Xia Xiaofeng." Later, she entered the entertainment industry, while I stayed at home writing. Unexpectedly, she went on to become a film queen, while I continued to calmly update my obscure novels. Until one day, a system notification popped up on my phone: "Signed in successfully, received 'Inspiration Boost'." From then on, every book I wrote became an absurd hit. Zhixia always said, "You're so clear-headed, but you act like a blockbuster on the outside." Actually, I'm not a blockbuster, I just don't want to argue. But there were people who wouldn't let me sit idle: scheming capitalists, hypocritical movie stars, and those who pretended to be gentlemen but were actually trying to sabotage me. Fortunately, I always had her, always running towards me with a smile. No matter how chaotic this circle is, there are always lights, such as her, such as the stories I write, and such as the tacit understanding between us that we are running towards each other.