When he thought of his hoe, Nong Zaitian wanted to vomit up blood. Who would refine a hoe into a power vessel? Really, who? Nong Zaitian wished that he could pull that bastard out of their grave and beat up their corpse. 

This hoe had shoved Nong Zaitian straight into the pit of despair, as he would never be able to return from the path of a hillbilly youth; anything to do with elegance and style was no longer any of his business. 

He had already reached the depths of despair, and even when he simply walked down the road, he felt like everyone was laughing at him. He had felt stifled due to this for a long time, but he eventually thought things through and finally decided to let go of such feelings. A hoe was a hoe, and he could still achieve glory with a hoe; a hoe could also be the foundation of many things. 

Of course, letting go was one thing, but he still carried some regret in his heart.

However, this regret had completely vanished after the incident at the First Divine Gate located in the Fifth Mainland’s Daosource Sect's ruins. 

With the Sixth Mainland invading the Fifth Mainland, as a descendant of a Cosmic Imprinter’s family, Nong Zaitian had to go to the frontlines. Before he left, his family had allowed him to seek out a lucky encounter in the Fifth Mainland’s Daosource Sect's ruins. The members of the Nong family always had decent luck, and this youth was so smug that he had vowed to obtain countless treasures in the same manner as his ancestor...