A Transmigration with a Panel

Sitting beneath the eaves, Wang Chen stared blankly at the rice paddies outside.

A light breeze swept through, lifting wave upon wave of emerald-green grain. The leaf sheaths rubbed together with a soft rustling sound.

The sky was high and the clouds pale; immortal mist coiled around the rolling mountains in the distance.

It was a scene of serene peace.

Yet inside Wang Chen, ten thousand horses were galloping wildly.

Three days. A full three days!

No one knew how he had survived those three days!!

Three days ago, Wang Chen had still been a happy shut-in, drinking Ice Cola, scrolling through pretty girls, and living without a care in the world.

That night, he had grinded a mobile game until late at night and drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

When he woke up, he discovered that he had arrived in another world!

At first, Wang Chen had thought he was dreaming. It was simply a dream that was unusually long and realistic.

Not until today, when he had received all of the original owner's memories,

did he helplessly accept reality.

This was not a dream!

Wang Chen really wanted to cry.

When he used to read novels, watch movies, and play games, he had also fantasized about transmigrating into a world of immortal cultivation—refining Qi, cultivating the Dao, roaming freely with a sword, living forever, and sharing the lifespan of heaven.

But when the dream shone into reality, Wang Chen only wanted to return to his original world.

The world where his family was.

And where there were phones, computers, the internet, Ice Cola, takeout, toilet paper...

Sniffling hard, Wang Chen wiped the dampness from the corners of his eyes and stood up.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

He had never been the sort of person who blamed heaven and earth whenever he encountered hardship. Since fate could no longer be changed, he needed to learn to survive bravely.

Looking on the bright side, as long as he was alive, perhaps one day he might transmigrate back to his own world.

Returning to the crude room, Wang Chen began carefully taking stock of the memories left behind by the original owner.

The original owner was also named Wang Chen. He had just turned seventeen and was an Outer Sect disciple of the Yunyang Sect outer sect in Dongcang Continent of the Mountain Sea Realm.

He was at the third layer of Qi Condensation.

The original owner's mother had died of illness shortly after giving birth to him.

His father, Wang Shaoyuan, had also been an Outer Sect disciple of the Yunyang Sect, with cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

Five years ago, he had disappeared while exploring Tianyun Mountain with a team.

Having become an orphan, little Wang Chen entered the Yunyang Sect through the recommendation of one of his father's friends in the sect.

He became a Spirit Plant Farmer in the Outer Sect.

His usual work was to cultivate and care for the ten mu of Spirit Fields outside, then regularly hand over the harvested Spirit Grain.

Three days ago, the original owner had circulated his cultivation in an attempt to break through the bottleneck of the third layer of Qi Condensation.

The attempt failed, and he fell unconscious.

When he awoke, he was Wang Chen from the Earth Realm!

After reading through the original owner's memories, Wang Chen could not help but shed a tear of sympathy for him.

Too miserable.

Compared to him, Wang Chen's own life had truly been much happier.

Though life had been ordinary, he had never lacked food or clothing. His parents had been kind, and he had two adorable younger siblings.

He just did not know how deeply his parents would grieve over his sudden departure.

But with his younger brother and sister there to bring them joy at their knees, time would surely smooth away their sorrow, and their old age would not be bleak.

After collecting himself, Wang Chen worked hard to pull himself together.

He would no longer sink into confusion and bewilderment.

"Ah!"

His expression suddenly changed, and he fiercely slapped his forehead.

Over the past three days, Wang Chen had been living in a daze after just transmigrating here and had completely forgotten about Tending to Spirit Fields.

Those ten mu of Spirit Fields outside were the foundation of his standing in the Yunyang Sect.

If something went wrong, being expelled from the sect would be the lightest punishment!

The original owner's memories instantly filled his mind. Wang Chen hurriedly grabbed the hoe resting in the corner and rushed out of the house.

Wang Chen's home was located at the southern foot of Tianyun Mountain, in the outermost region of the Yunyang Spirit Land.

The ten mu of Spirit Fields assigned to him needed diligent care. Otherwise, weeds and pests would breed and affect the harvest, and then the trouble would be enormous.

When he ran to the fields, Wang Chen indeed found that many weeds had grown among the Spirit Fields.

Quite a few of them were as tall as two chi!

Although his fields were poorly located, they still received nourishment from the spiritual energy of Tianyun Mountain's spiritual vein. As a result, these weeds were not only stubborn, but grew extremely fast.

The weeds would compete with the Spirit Rice for nutrients and spiritual energy, so they had to be eradicated.

"Ptoo, ptoo!"

Wang Chen spat into each palm, gripped the hoe handle, and began weeding the fields.

He had never done farm work before.

But having received all of the original owner's memories, coupled with the farmer's physique forged through five years of grueling cultivation,

he swung the hoe and cut down weeds with orderly precision, doing everything perfectly.

Yet under the blazing sun, after clearing just one mu of Spirit Field, sweat was already beading on Wang Chen's forehead.

Only cultivators could farm Spirit Fields.

Ordinary people simply could not hoe through the stubborn weeds in the fields. Every swing of the hoe required exerting strength.

And his cultivation was only at the third layer of Qi Condensation.

Naturally, it was extremely arduous.

But Wang Chen knew very well that he had to make up for the three days of farm work he had missed!

So he gritted his teeth and labored under the blazing sun. Only when he was truly exhausted would he rest beneath the shade of a nearby tree for a quarter of an hour.

He took a drink of Mountain Spring Water from his gourd.

Then continued working.

He worked like this from morning until the sun was nearly setting, when Wang Chen finally finished hoeing all ten mu of Spirit Fields.

His waist and back ached, his legs cramped, and his body seemed as though it no longer belonged to him.

But he was not finished yet!

After weeding, he still had to cast the Cloud and Rain Spell.

Wang Chen had not watered the Spirit Fields for three days!

The fields had become dry, and the edges of many Spirit Rice leaves had turned faintly yellow.

This would not do!

Wang Chen forced himself to straighten up, stood at the edge of the fields, formed a hand seal, and activated the mana within his Qi Sea.

The Qi Sea, also known as the lower Dantian, was located three cun below the navel and was where the human body stored essence.

Most of the mana that Qi Condensation cultivators usually refined was stored within the Qi Sea, then activated when needed to invoke hand seals.

What Wang Chen was using was precisely the skill that every Spirit Plant Farmer had to know—the Cloud Rain Art!

As the hand seal unfolded, clouds from the surrounding area rapidly gathered and churned above the Spirit Fields.

Before long, a drizzling rain began to fall.

The rainwater contained spiritual energy from Tianyun Mountain's spiritual vein. When it fell into the fields, the thirsty Spirit Rice greedily absorbed it.

The yellowing rice leaves gradually regained their lush green hue.

A feeling of joy welled up in Wang Chen's heart.

He felt that all the Spirit Rice nourished by the rain was conveying gratitude and delight to him.

The feeling was extraordinarily wondrous.

The light rain ended after the time it took to burn half an incense stick.

First, Wang Chen's mana could no longer sustain it. Second, what he cultivated was dryland rice, and too much rain was not a good thing.

Ding!

Just as Wang Chen withdrew his technique, a message suddenly popped up in his field of vision.

Cloud Rain Art · Experience +1

Huh???

Wang Chen was dumbfounded!!

What the hell was this?

He could not help rubbing his eyes, only to find that the message still remained in his field of vision.

It was not an illusion!

But after only a few seconds, the message silently disappeared.

A flash of inspiration struck Wang Chen.

The next second, a data panel appeared in his field of vision!

Name: Wang Chen

Lifespan: 17/85

Cultivation: Third layer of Qi Condensation

Physique: 4

Spiritual Root: 2

Comprehension: 2

Divine Soul: 3+6

Cultivation Technique: Five Elements Technique (third layer): 299/300

Skills:

Cleanse Art (Beginner): 85/100

Mighty Strength Art (Beginner): 42/100

Gengjin Finger (Beginner): 99/100

Cloud Rain Art (Beginner): 99/100

Heavenly Merit: 0

Human Virtue: 0

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A new book is starting!

PS: This is my first time writing in the immortal cultivation genre. I hope all readers will offer plenty of guidance and support. Thank you, everyone!