Clear Sky Village.

It was a quaint little village located in the Golden Tiger Woodland, a large forest at the foothills of the immortal White Cloud Mountains, an enormous chain of mountains and hills that ran across the Blue Star Continent and split it in half. 

The people of Clear Sky Village lived off the mountains for numerous reasons, but the main one was because they didn't want any trouble from immortal sects──as only they had the right to claim the mountains as their own. They preferred to live a life that had very little to do with the outside world. 

Being the simplest village also meant having the simplest man, and that was Simon the Farmer.

Simon was a man with an unyielding passion for farming. 

He would rise with the sun every day, ate a hearty breakfast of steamed buns and pickled vegetables before heading to his fields. What he didn't know was that his daily routine involved more than just planting seeds and pulling weeds. 

Each action, each hoe strike, imbued the earth with spiritual energy, causing his crops to grow with unparalleled vitality and magical properties. 

The villagers came from miles around to purchase his produce, savoring the vitality and strength they gained from his vegetables. They'd grown accustomed to the never-aging farmer, treating it as a quirk of village life. 

Simon, however, thought nothing of it, attributing his good health to clean living and hard work. 

He'd been tilling the same plot of land for as long as anyone in Clear Sky Village could remember. His back bent and calloused hands were the marks of a lifetime of hard work. As a gift from the heavens, this simple act of cultivating his fields had bestowed upon him a level of cultivation that rivaled the most revered sages of the heavens.

Indeed… through years of diligent farming, he had become an immortal cultivator. 

It all started from the Magical Harvest.

One that happened 1,000 years ago. 

On that market day, Simon hauled his cart of fresh produce into town. 

The cabbage glowed faintly with a golden color like it had fallen from the heavens, the carrots shimmered with silver dust, and the potatoes were so dense with Qi that they thrummed like a heartbeat when touched. 

Villagers lined up to buy his goods, praising the miraculous effects they experienced after consumption──clearer skin, longer life, and greater strength. 

Old Man Garp, who used to limp, now ran marathons. 

Auntie Gwendolyn, who suffered chronic coughs, sang like a nightingale. 

All attributed their good fortune to Simon's vegetables, but when they tried to thank him, he simply laughed and waved them off. 

"It's just good soil and hard work." 

He was oblivious to the true nature of his crops. 

While the Village Chief as well as the townsfolk had long noticed his agelessness, they chose to keep it to themselves, content with the magical bounty his produce provided. 

Also, if they made too much noise about it, they were certain it would attract the attention of immortal sects who would likely come here to cause a scene, thus destroying their enjoyment of a life free from the outside world. 

Several generations went by, and each one would hear stories about an Immortal Farmer whom they were to respect in silence. Then, after a thousand years, Simon had come to be known by the people as an Immortal. . . perhaps, even more than that. 

Being an Apothecary Grandmaster, Simon instinctively knew which plants were medicinal. However, he liked to believe that it was just his extensive knowledge as a farmer that guided him. 

In the Golden Tiger Woodland, there was an abundance of plants, ranging from Mortal-grade to Celestial-grade. 

There were 9 distinct grades for medicinal plants in the Cultivation World, ranging from the most common to the most extraordinary, heaven-defying kinds.

Mortal-grade was rank 1 while Celestial-grade was rank 5. 

Occasionally, Simon would accidentally create tier-4 pills. 

Not wanting to waste anything, he would sell these pills in the markets down in Clear Sky Village. 

[Ding!]

[Congratulations! Your farming skill, Heavenly Soil Cultivation, has become an Immortal-level skill!]

[Would you like to take a look at your skill chart?]

Each time he brought a higher, purer tier pill, showcasing his excellent pill refinement skills. It was as if these pills were concocted in the Heavenly Realm, with little to no impurities, allowing for effective use and immediate results after consumption. 

Nowadays, Simon had only gotten better at his craft in almost everything. 

Dressed in his usual dirty work clothes typical of any dedicated farmer, he was a familiar sight in the village. 

A woman carrying a basket of bread saw him and smiled. 

"Oh, it's the Immortal Farmer! Good day, Supreme Elder Farmer!"

Simon awkwardly waved back. "Oh, good morning! But I'm no Supreme Elder. That's for our immortal cultivators up in the mountains, haha!"

The woman chuckled and handed him some bread. "Oh, Supreme Elder, always so humble!"

Simon took the bread and nodded. If he could find a way to plant bread, he would, but even he wasn't that gifted a farmer. "Thank you! I'll share it with my lovely Niu-Niu!"

"Good to hear!" The woman kept smiling as she walked away. To her, Simon wasn't like those arrogant cultivators who constantly bragged about their ability to tear apart mountains with a single swing of their fists.

Before long, Simon started to wrap the bread given to him in a ragged piece of cloth where he usually kept his spirit stones whenever he planned to buy something in the market, which was quite rare. 

He didn't even get the chance to finish wrapping it when someone greeted him from behind.

"Oh! It's Supreme Elder Farmer!" the man called out.

Simon turned and waved. 

'It's as if I'm seeing new faces every time I come here…'

Of course, Simon was; most of the people he knew 300 years ago were likely dead, and sometimes, the ones he thought he knew were just the children or grandchildren of people he'd already met.

"The pills you brought last time worked so great!" the man said excitedly.

Simon nodded. "Mhm! I'm so glad to hear that!"

With that, Simon started to take his leave. He was fine with occasional conversations with the village people, but sometimes he felt they gave him more respect than he deserved, which made him a bit uncomfortable. 

Considering a millennium had passed, Simon knew more about the history of Clear Sky Village than anyone, though he wasn't even aware of it. They had been through a lot together, and most of the time he wasn't even sure what was happening. They would call him from his farm to examine patients in distress and then beg him to heal them with his medicine.

"Uhhh, I'm just a farmer..." he would say, but they would insist. 

Somehow, Simon would harvest a heaven-defying pill or crop and give it to the village people.

"While I don't know much about treating or caring for a sick person, I always heard good food is the key! Take these supplements of mine. They don't do much, but I always feel like I can lift a mountain after consuming them. As for these crops, I just think good food equals good health, so the patient should eat more!" 

That was all he would tell them.

In just a few days, every meridian impurity would be cleansed, Qi deficiency would be a thing of the past, and even villagers on their deathbeds would believe they could live another hundred years! 

Their faith in him was well-founded, given all the good he had done. 

People treated him like the town's guardian deity, even starting to call him Ancestor Clear Sky. 

But he didn't care about any of that; his only concern was the well-being of his beloved cow, Niu-Niu, and living a peaceful life farming.