I Awakened to a Farming TALENT

Jiang Tingyun dragged her suitcase and stared at the small building in front of her. It was two stories tall, completely unremarkable. Due to years of neglect, the walls were dusty gray, the roof was covered in broken tiles, and the yard was wide open—the gate hanging crookedly with a rusty copper lock. As soon as she stepped into the yard, the corner of her mouth twitched. Weeds grew everywhere, and on the main door, three crooked white wooden boards were nailed up, bearing three large characters written in bold, flamboyant brushstrokes: **Qionghua Sect**. A gust of wind blew. The middle board, whose nail had already been loose, wobbled and then *thudded* to the ground, leaving only "Qiong Sect" on the door. "...Well, that's one poor sect." Jiang Tingyun's expression was hard to describe. Uncle Liu chuckled, picked up a hammer from the corner, and *whack whack* nailed the board back up. Then he eagerly opened the door. "Come on in! Sect Master." ... A month ago, Jiang Tingyun had been a miserable emergency doctor at a top-tier hospital. As the saying goes, "Advising someone to study medicine is like being struck by lightning." Emergency doctors were the most miserable of the miserable. After endless night shifts finally broke her, Jiang Tingyun decisively quit. Sure, you need to make money—but you also need to live to spend it. She'd originally planned to find a rural guesthouse to rest for a while. Then, just as she was nodding off, a pillow landed in her lap. This old man calling himself Uncle Liu showed up with a lawyer. That was when she learned that she actually had a grandfather she'd never met. After he passed away, he left her an inheritance: a small countryside courtyard and half a mountain forest behind it. After confirming it wasn't a scam, Jiang Tingyun signed the inheritance papers without hesitation. She had always longed for a rural life—rising with the sun, resting with its set. Being a doctor? Hah. She'd rather starve to death than do that again. But there was one condition attached to the will: she had to also inherit the cultivation sect her grandfather had left behind—the Qionghua Sect. As a staunch materialist, Jiang Tingyun didn't believe in cultivation for a second. She thought, irreverently, that her grandfather must have gone senile in his old age. ... After dragging her suitcase into the old house, Uncle Liu rummaged around and found a box, handing it to her. "These are the previous sect master's belongings." Jiang Tingyun took it. The box contained only a few things: some photos, a notebook, and a dusty wooden box. She pulled out the photos—group pictures of her parents and grandfather. In one, a spirited old man held a little girl in his arms. She recognized herself immediately and felt a pang of nostalgia. So she had met her grandfather after all. She just didn't remember it. She then took out the notebook. On the cover were written the words "Qionghua Sect Records." She was speechless. She thought to herself that it might look more legitimate if the records weren't written in a school exercise book. Curious to see what kind of story they'd made up, Jiang Tingyun opened the notebook and scanned a few pages. It said that over a thousand years ago, spiritual energy in the cultivation world had declined, and competition for resources grew fiercer. It became even harder for rogue cultivators without sects to survive. At that time, a group of powerful rogue cultivators—Jiang Ming the Medical Cultivator, Pei Jue the Sword Cultivator, the female diviner Zhu Wangxing, and the Artifact Refiner Jin Chengdao—founded the Qionghua Sect, honoring the Medical Cultivator as their leader. They hoped to help each other and weather the crisis together. Later, as spiritual energy grew even thinner, cultivation became more difficult. Spiritual veins shattered, cultivators' power regressed, and one after another, they fell. Before dying, the four founders left behind spiritual artifacts, each containing a portion of their own innate talent. Future generations could awaken these talents by triggering the artifacts through bloodline. But bloodline alone wasn't enough. Triggering the artifact also required a Spiritual Root. Clearly, not everyone had one. Take the Jiang family line of Medical Cultivators—from her great-great-grandfather on down, not a single person had a Spiritual Root. They were like guards standing before a treasure vault with no key. The next few pages noted that the dusty wooden box was the artifact passed down for over a thousand years. It was impervious to swords, fire, and water. Those with a Spiritual Root could open it directly to awaken a talent. Without one, even a knife couldn't split it open. *Not a bad backstory,* Jiang Tingyun thought to herself. *Shame about the shoddy-looking artifact.* When Uncle Liu saw she had finished reading, he pointed at the gray box and said tentatively, "Sect Master, here's the artifact. Why don't you give it a try? No one's ever been able to open it, but... what if?" Jiang Tingyun picked up the box without much thought. But she didn't grip it properly—*thud*—it fell to the ground, cracking open. A porcelain bottle rolled out. Both of them froze. The next second, Uncle Liu was overjoyed. "It opened! It really opened! Sect Master, you have a Spiritual Root!" As he spoke, he picked up the cracked box with concern and looked at it puzzledly. "But why did it break?" Jiang Tingyun was even more speechless. *How ridiculously casual this 'Spiritual Root' business is. Why did it break? Because this artifact was so poorly made—it would be a miracle if that old piece of wood didn't c***k after decades.* The porcelain bottle, however, was something else. Pure white, smooth as jade, it looked quite valuable. As the cool, smooth touch of the bottle reached her palm, Jiang Tingyun froze. *Holy crap! I'm doomed!* A massive suction force shot down from the top of her head, and her soul felt like it was being yanked into the air. *Help! I'm afraid of heights!* The next second, her consciousness re-formed, and she was back in her body. When she opened her eyes, everything was different. She had been nearsighted—around 100–200 degrees—from staring at a computer screen all day. But now, the world was crystal clear. She could even see the tiny c***k in the wall three meters away. *No way... This can't be real...* Jiang Tingyun was completely unsettled. She hurriedly looked back at the porcelain bottle in her hand, now stripped of all her earlier contempt. Carefully, she opened it. Inside were small, round, black pellets. *Could this be some kind of miraculous pill for cleansing the marrow and reforging tendons?* Her heart raced. She immediately poured one out. As soon as it touched her palm, a description naturally appeared in her mind. **[A completely ordinary green vegetable seed. No different from the ones sold at the market.]** "What is that?" Uncle Liu asked in surprise. "It seems... it seems to be seeds." "Seeds? Are they ginseng? Or lingzhi? Now that's a Medical Cultivator legacy!" Uncle Liu was thrilled. "Uh... they're just green vegetable seeds."