When I woke up from a hangover, my hair seemed to have grown in the wrong place and all over my chin. My skin was pale as a ghost, and what made me even more angry was that I had a red tattoo of the Black Society.

But I thought of the axe called Leviathan next to me, the kid called Atreus who called him father, and the wife who was pregnant but was lying there waiting for him to be cremated...

As soon as Lu Xuan woke up, he became an ordinary spiritual planter in Sanxiufang City, guarding a one-acre three-point spiritual field, and living in the world of practice.

Fortunately, I accidentally discovered that every time a spiritual plant matures, I can get extra rewards.

Harvest a sword grass and get a sword pill.

Harvest a Xuan Chong vine and get a share of Yin Xingsha.

Harvest a Youquan flower and get a piece of Zhiyan Pill Recipe.

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From then on, he guarded his spiritual field peacefully, and sat and watched the world of practice turbulent and vicissitudes.

“What about fighting skills, exploring secret realms, seeking immortal fate, obtaining magic weapons…all have nothing to do with me!”

“I just want to farm quietly.”