I Am Actually a Cultivation Master

Tianwu Realm.

In the southern lands of Nanyi, within the nation of Anluan, there lay a secluded little mountain village on the outskirts of Chuwind City.

Zhu Xiaoyuan emerged slowly from his courtyard, holding a bowl of jade-green porcelain. Within it was fragrant, fresh feed, and as his lips moved, the free-range chickens in the yard all came running.

He first scattered some of the feed on the ground for the chickens, then walked to the pond to toss out the remainder.

Having finished this task, he made his way to a patch of garden yet to be cultivated and began to till the earth and pull weeds.

Before long, sweat beaded his brow. Taking a break, he wiped his forehead in the gazebo, eyes drifting to the branches of peach trees heavy with ripening fruit, a faint smile curling his lips.

In truth, Zhu Xiaoyuan was not a native of the Tianwu Realm, but a man from Earth who had crossed over into this world. By some unfathomable twist of fate, he had found himself in this land where only the strong survived and the weak were trampled underfoot.

Here, if one's strength was sufficient, one could move mountains and fill seas, shift the very stars, even attain immortality.

Naturally, Zhu Xiaoyuan yearned for such opportunities. He had once participated in the side examinations of a sect in the southern lands, but the tests revealed his body was useless for cultivation.

Just as despair threatened to overwhelm him, his golden finger—his system—manifested.

He had thought he would ascend effortlessly, dominating eternity