Springtime for the Land God

The group chat was quiet, just like the night sky outside Qin Fen's hotel. Everyone held their breath and waited. Qin Fen was still trying to gather his thoughts. Honestly, he had never delivered a lecture, let alone preached the Dao. He had no idea where to start and not a shred of experience.

Qin Fen stared at his phone, dazed. Where should he begin? He had never even seen anyone preach the Dao, and he had no clue what the great masters of old had talked about. With nothing to go on, the pressure was crushing.

Qin Fen was agonizing over it. Food God was so anxious he felt sick. The voice in his head had gone silent; the patriarch seemed stuck. Heavens, why did happiness have to come with so many twists and turns?

Medicine Master, Du Kang, and the others waited calmly. This subject was far removed from their fields, but they had to listen to the patriarch's lesson. Right now, they were the best audience anyone could ask for. Chef Qin did not even need to remind Food God to mute the chat.

The students of the Heavenly Court truly were the best students. As for the teacher, well, that was another matter.

The land god waited for ages without hearing a sound and grew despondent. Not far ahead of him, Shennong began to speak.

As soon as Shennong opened his mouth, his words flowed like blossoms, and a fragrance filled the air. He recounted his experience tasting a hundred herbs and shared what he had learned through cultivation. The land gods below listened, spellbound. His experiences and insights were immensely helpful, with much they could draw on. Since they all worked in agriculture, his words resonated even more deeply.

The land god of the Immortal