The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

Everyone had their own path. Their own choices to make.

As a seeker of eternal life, Jiang Chen viewed himself primarily as an observer. He watched the world flow by, rarely stepping into the current unless necessary.

Thus, he didn’t disturb Chen Bo as the man walked off the arena stage. Instead, Jiang Chen turned and quietly slipped away.

Before long, he returned to his own sanctuary.

He had only been gone for a night, but Da Huang reacted as if it had been a decade. The moment Jiang Chen approached, the dog scrambled out of his kennel, tail wagging furiously. He bounded toward his master while simultaneously relieving himself, managing the impressive feat of tracing a jagged, winding “straight line” across the dirt.

Inside the coop, the guinea fowl cooed twice, watching the commotion with calm, judging eyes. Above the Spirit Farm, the five fire crows circled in formation, their caws echoing in the crisp air.

Under the great poplar tree, the Fortress rumbled, its voice deep and muffled like shifting stones. “Welcome home, Master.”

Taking in the scene, a profound sense of satisfaction swelled within Jiang Chen’s chest.

When Da Huang finally reached him, Jiang Chen crouched down and vigorously ruffled the dog’s head, scratching behind the ears until the animal melted with joy. After playing for a moment, he gathered his purchases and entered the stone house.