Little South Mountain.
"Fang Tianze," as Aaron's incarnation, was swinging a hoe and planting crops.
It had to be said that after being a spirit farmer for so long, growing ordinary crops was child's play for him. Whether rice, wheat, or vegetables, everything grew fast and well under his care.
The farmers from all the surrounding villages praised him endlessly: "That lad from the Fang family is no slouch when it comes to farming!"
The first time Aaron heard that assessment, his face had truly darkened.
But after thinking it over, he endured it.
He planned to wait until every last one of them was in their graves, then go spit on their tombs.
True Tomb-Dancing
Little South Mountain was ordinary enough, but its feng shui seemed rather good. There were quite a lot of graves on it.
Whenever Aaron passed by carrying his hoe, his hands would always start itching.
Still... this venerable one has more taste than that. I'm not about to switch careers and become a tomb-raiding captain...
What's worth digging up in mortal graves? If I'm going to dig, I should dig up cultivators—or even immortals!
Carrying his hoe, Aaron returned home and entered his fixed daily two-hour cultivation session.
By now, his progress had reached the Triple Burner among the six viscera!
The six viscera had no fixed cultivation order. They could be cultivated as one wished, though progress was somewhat more difficult.
It took roughly eleven or twelve years to cultivate a single one of the six viscera to completion.
Aaron made a rough calculation. To cultivate all the qi of the five organs and six viscera to great completion would take him at least a hundred and fifty years.
"With that kind of lifespan, a Baleful Intent cultivator who doesn't take life-extending spirit