At the thought of the hoe, Nong Zaitian nearly spat blood. Who would refine a hoe into a rare treasure? Who? Who on earth was responsible? He wanted nothing more than to drag that bastard out of his grave and whip his corpse.
A single hoe had utterly crushed Nong Zaitian's hopes. From then on, he was doomed to follow the path of a country bumpkin. Swagger and elegance had nothing to do with him.
He had given up. Even when he walked down the street, he felt people laughing at him. After keeping it bottled up for a long time, Nong Zaitian finally came to terms with it and decided to embrace it. So what if it was a hoe? He had a hoe, and he was proud of it. What was wrong with that? The hoe was the foundation of all things.
Of course, even though he'd accepted it, he still felt a little regret.
But that little bit of regret vanished completely at the Divine Armor Gate in the Dao Origin Sect Ruins on the Fifth Continent.
When the Sixth Continent invaded the Fifth Continent, as a descendant of a Cosmos Imprinter family, he had to go to the front lines. Before he left, his family sent him to the Dao Origin Sect Ruins on the Fifth Continent to seek opportunities. The Nong family had always been lucky, and he'd been full of confidence, vowing to obtain countless treasures just like his ancestor.
Who could have guessed that he'd run into a madman the moment he entered the Divine Armor Gate?
He was grateful for his ancestor's teachings and the Nong family's ancestral precepts. The Nong family had always recorded powerful figures who might pose a threat to their lives, just in case. This had been the