MTL - Smallholder Farmer - ~ The second hundred and twenty-two festivals have their own arrangements

A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, a troublemaker, a meanie, an idiot, and a wimpy kid.

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William Carter, a nuisance streamer, met his end in a predictably stupid way and was offered a second chance by an overworked Lord of Death.​Reborn in a ruthless Xianxia world as Wei Chen, he has a new mission: to use his entire skill set and a divine streaming kit to reduce the realm's astronomically high death rate from constant sect wars, conflicts, and the number one cause of death.... the all-powerful “Courting Death.”Live on Stream:Wei Chen: “If those so-called 'trash' underdogs were truly incapable of cultivating, why would every Jade Beauty in the province be obsessed with them!?”Wei Chen: “Think, Young Master! Think!”Young Master: T_T

One day, Lin Tian, an 18-year-old high school student, accidentally binds with a producer system. As long as he binds with a partner and cultivates them into a super “idol,” he can receive rewards. When he meets the equally eccentric and obsessive cellist Gan Yanyu, they hit it off immediately and start creating short videos, striving to achieve the highest honor in music competitions!Thus,In a season of cherry blossoms, just after winning an international competition, Gan Yanyu plays a piece that Lin Tian has never heard before on the stage in front of thousands of spectators.To Lin Tian's astonishment, the young girl puts down her bow and beams a radiant smile.“You’ve written so many pieces for me; this one is my composition for you.”“It’s called—‘Love Letter.’”

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.What in this world could last forever?Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.