The plot, while being a fun twist on the genre, was not very interesting to me. There was barely any action, barely any drama, and the characters weren't interesting. Being a comedy and little else, it all came down to the humor. This community is for the discussion of progression fantasy fiction in all mediums. Progression fantasy is a fantasy subgenre term for the purpose of describing a category of fiction that focuses on characters increasing in power and skill over time. This webnovel stands out not for having a cool idea on how to deconstruct a setting (he takes the piss out of the xianxia genre, deservedly) but for spinning a touching, character-focused story out of that. The only gripe I've seen is about grammar. The comments section is full of readers pointing things out, and the author fixing them. By the time I get a chance to read, almost all the mistakes are already gone.

Yun Ren raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You’re not just going to jump into getting your own place? I thought with Xianghua and all…” They were still mustering their strength, reaching out over it's length and breadth to bring in more, when the enemy was cast down, and defeated. The feeling of violence faded, and their power relaxed once more. It recoiled. It was vindicated in its distrust. The other dared to offer them tainted energy, the energy that hurt it! It fled from the other, and rejected it's touch. It fled deep, and dispersed, ready for another bout of pain. The story is a decent twist on the genre (a cultivator works as a farmer, while his farm animals go through the usual Xianxia storyline), but the execution is not good. Also, I think Travis Baldree's narration might not have been a good fit for this story, and may have negatively affected my experience with it. The only reason I finished the book was that it did manage to instill a pleasant, lighthearted coziness in me. Though I did consider quitting a few times.A giggle broke me out of my examination of my work and I turned to regard the little man who was sitting beside a boar, the creature’s massive bulk shielding him from the sun. His brother grimaced. “Let's just say I’m glad Jin is handling all that stuff. It's going to be a pain in the ass when I have to do it by myself. Still, I learned a lot, I think.”

Shattered, broken fragments pulled together. Forging themselves anew. A tiny spark. A bare portion of what it was. But it was here. Gou shook his head. “I don’t think I’m ready. Jin’s been showing me all the stuff he has to do for this place, and he has people to handle finances. I can grow Gold Grade Rice, but I’m not ready for all the rest, not yet. I… don’t think I can just jump into getting my own place, yanno?”

This is it. The cultivation book I have been waiting for. While I like the genre I almost always feel like something is missing. Joy. Happiness. Cultivation is supposed to be taking in the energy of the world to perfect yourself. Why then does nobody seem happy in those stories? If you can see the majesty of the universe why can't you appreciate it's beauty? Gaining power for power's sake seems kind of stupid to me. Yes it is interesting for a while but there has to be more than that. This book is all about that other. This book is about a cultivator who realizes that he shouldn't live to cultivate. He should use his cultivation to live. He goes against the troupe of cultivators taking from the world to become stronger. This person wants to go off and live his life, be a farmer. He doesn't want to have anything to do with fighting to the death or killing monsters. He uses his chi to help the land and finds purpose in life. Balance. I didn't like the humor. Or rather, whatever humor I did like was not enough to make me like the book as a whole.