by iamsomoene
He had walked the blood-soaked path of cultivation to its terrifying summit, carving legends with his blade and silence. Then, one day, he vanished. No sect. No war. No grand destiny. Just a quiet valley, a field of rice, a stubborn bear-like girl, and a flock of chickens that seemed far too confident for their own good. But retirement is never simple. Qi does not forget, enemies do not sleep, and the world keeps breaking into his garden. When spirits stir, immortals scheme, and danger comes scratching at the door, the farmer must choose: hide behind his apron, or remind everyone why they once feared his name. And if you hear clucking in the mist… run.
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