At This Moment, All of Humanity Believes I Am an Immortal Cultivator

Author: The river of sorrow flows endlessly westward.

Farmer, Spring, a Bit of Land. When the immortal gate creaked open on the farm, a host of strange and sinister spirits began to emerge in the small backyard. Gods clashed, mortals suffered. Yet a humble farm owner calmly unfolded a script deadlier than any poison, its lines as follows: The upper verse reads: "Through three lifetimes in the mortal realm, every deed against heaven and reason bears your name." The lower verse states: "In the Netherworld, from ancient times to now, who has ever escaped?" The banner: "You have finally arrived."

At This Moment, All of Humanity Believes I Am an Immortal Cultivator

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Chapter 1: I Saved an Injured Monkey, But I Am Not the Monk Tang

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Beichuan, Eastern Metropolis, Phoenix Village, Film City.

Chu Xiaoyu was a native of Phoenix Village. Right beside the village lay the Film City. In recent years, thanks to the focused development of tourist attractions and the expansion of the studio complex, Phoenix Village had suddenly become a must-visit spot for major television stations, media outlets, and countless internet celebrities.

The village was surrounded by mountains, and all year round a purple mist lingered, making it seem like a city suspended halfway up the mountain—a veritable paradise on earth.

This ethereal mist only highlighted the beauty of every flower and tree around Phoenix Village.

Whenever a short or long holiday arrived, the area around Phoenix Village and the nearby Film City would be packed with people.

Having just graduated from the University of Finance and Economics, Chu Xiaoyu, sharp-eyed and entrepreneurial, saw limitless opportunity. Taking advantage of his local roots, he opened a farm stay, which he later expanded into a small farm.

The farm stay was quiet during slow times—sometimes days would pass with only a handful of guests. But when it was busy, it was truly hectic; there was hardly a moment to sit down, and Chu Xiaoyu would be rushing about like a spinning top.

He did manage to earn some money, though.

As for the small farm, whenever he had free time, Chu Xiaoyu would slip on his sandals, grab a hoe, and tend his land—digging here, watering there. Besides growing fruits and vegetables for his guests, he also