Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 1

Sector A1, Garbage Planet A001.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench—a sharp, revolting cocktail of decaying filth that made every breath a struggle.

Elizabeth Schofield was fuming.

As a veteran Spiritual Botanist who ruled the cultivation world through farming—ahem, cultivating—she had been a VIP to every major sect, yet here she was, stuck in this mess.

Who wouldn't be fuming? One second, she was admiring a freshly harvested Divine Essence Root in her spiritual field; the next, she was trapped against a literal mountain of garbage, held down by a leering, deranged maniac with the worst of intentions.

"Hahaha! As expected of a high-born lady from a wealthy house! Look at this tender skin... It would be such a waste to let you die just yet. Let me just..." The man flashed a mouthful of yellowing teeth, closing in with a predatory sneer.

A wave of concentrated halitosis hit her full in the face, nearly sending the newly awakened Elizabeth straight back to the afterlife.

Damn it!

She might be a 'combat-weak' Spiritual Botanist, but that didn't mean any random trash could just step on her!

Her thoughts spun wildly, but her body reacted even faster.

Driven by pure instinct, the last trace of spiritual energy inside her surged into her fist, delivering a fatal blow straight toward his face!

Bang!

With a dull thud, the man who was gloating a second ago was sent flying like a tattered ragdoll.

He slammed down several feet away, clutching his chest and groaning in agony.

He's still breathing?

Elizabeth frowned, deeply displeased.

What happened to the sword aura that was supposed to kill even a Golden Core cultivator in one strike?

That was it? Seriously?

She instinctively raised her small fist, then froze at the sight of her bare fingers.

Where was the Golden Suncrow Ring on her pinky, the one housing three strands of Golden Suncrow sword aura—each one lethal enough to kill a Golden Core cultivator?

Where was the storage ring on her middle finger with half her life savings inside?

Ahh damn it! Whoever stole my things deserved to die!

Radiating pure killing intent, Elizabeth marched toward the man.

The man was scared out of his wits. Scrambling backward on all fours, he shrieked through a mess of tears and snot, "Ms. Elizabeth, spare me! Please, spare my life! It wasn't my fault! It was... it was the Madam! Madam Schofield made me do it!"

Ms. Elizabeth? Mrs. Schofield?

Elizabeth froze. It was as if two giant, physical question marks had just popped up over her head.

What kind of nonsense is this? Who's he even talking about?

She had no parents. She'd spent decades fighting her way through the cultivation world alone, relying on trickery—no, hard work and wisdom—to survive.

Wait. Where's my Divine Essence Root?

She clearly remembered reaching out to harvest it when Nine Heavens Divine Lightning thundered down.

That lightning could wipe out even top-level cultivators.

If it had truly locked onto her, how could she still be alive?

Not only alive, but seemingly unharmed?

Elizabeth checked herself. Aside from a body so fragile it looked like it would crumble in a light breeze, and the familiar long-sleeved clothes she wore, everything seemed intact.

So what exactly was going on?

Before she could think it through, a flood of unfamiliar memories slammed into her mind, leaving her dizzy and unsteady.

An interstellar world ... Federation Sector ... the prestigious Schofields ... a biased father ... a vicious stepmother ... a fake, two-faced half-sister ... a stolen fiancé...

Elizabeth was stunned.

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