Immortality: Unlocking New Abilities Through Farming

“Ah, when a man has no money, he’s idle as a bird; when a woman has no money, she suffers in silence...”

Dawn had just barely broken.

In the southern wilds of the cultivation world, on the outskirts of Qingyang Market, lay the ramshackle shantytown.

A wooden door creaked open, and a plain-looking young man stepped out.

Qin Ming yawned, his spirit flagging as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes, slung his spirit hoe over his shoulder, and prepared to head out for the day’s labor.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the neighbor’s yard, feeling a flare of irritation.

“Making all that noise in the dead of night—don’t they have any decency at all?”

His neighbor was a young female cultivator, rather attractive, but every few days she’d bring some male cultivator home for the night, engaging in shameless debauchery.

Last night, in particular, the ruckus had lasted all through the night.

‘Once I have enough spirit stones, even if I can’t afford to move, I’ll at least set up a soundproofing array!’

Qin Ming gritted his teeth, making a silent vow.

The soundproofing here was truly abysmal.

Last night, while trying to meditate and cultivate, the noise from next door was so overwhelming it nearly disturbed his Dao heart, his mind wandering and his blood stirring dangerously.

It had been a close call.

Unable to do anything else, he’d gritted his teeth and endured the whole night, copying the *Scripture of Purity* a thousand times to the rhythm of the shaking bed next door, barely managing to calm himself.