The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) 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.

The joy of surviving rebirth was crushed by this disastrous beginning. All that was left was grief and an overwhelming urge to curse.

While she was still hurting over her losses, the man on his knees thought he had a chance. He jumped up and tried to crawl away.

Just before he escaped her sight, Elizabeth didn't even look up. She picked up a sharp stone and flicked it forward.

"Zip—Thwack!"

The stone pierced straight through his back and into his heart.

He stumbled forward, collapsed, and went completely still.

That strike made her feel slightly better. At least her spiritual root was still there.

Still, her cultivation had dropped from Golden Core all the way down to Early Essence Refinement.

Worse, the air here was filthy and almost completely devoid of spiritual energy. The bit of motivation she had just built up instantly deflated.

Whatever. Being alive was better than being dead.

When she initially entered the cultivation world, she started as a slave with no freedom. She still climbed her way up.

With the memories and mastery of a divine-tier Spiritual Botanist, there was no way she'd starve to death in a literal dump like this.

A Garbage Planet meant endless waste and, more importantly, boundless unclaimed land. She could farm on her own terms—completely rent-free.

As for the environment being harsh and unsuitable for farming?

She was a spiritual botanist. What was there to fear?

She decided then and there to look on the bright side.

Having successfully pumped herself up, Elizabeth immediately flicked open the holographic display on her wristband, eager to see just how much of a fortune the original owner had left behind.

After all, she came from a rich family. Even if the stepmother was cruel, that useless father was still her biological parent.

His daughter had been exiled. Surely he'd drop some credits in her account to keep up the act of being a father, right?