If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day.
Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both.
“So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!”
“What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!”
The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

    Zhao Hai was sitting calmly in his room, with Yan Bei sitting opposite him. Yan Bei looked at Zhao Hai and said, " "I didn't think that the sect master and the others would agree to your suggestion. They're really going to set up the arena. Hehe, I'm afraid you're going to be in the limelight again. Tell me, do you want to cripple all the true disciples of the other sects?" Others might not know of Zhao Hai's strength, but Yan Bei was well aware of it. Zhao Hai's strength was unrivaled among the legacy disciples. Even if he was a cultivator who had reached the refinement realm, there were only a few who could be his match.


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