Adventures With a Reincarnated Bush Chapter 1

  My head went flying . I was just a gardener in a sect . A man who survived some harsh times . To be killed by a "hero" who bumped into someone from our sect . So, of course, he vowed a blood feud . This happens all the time, who knows what will set off a chosen or random hero? 'Will anyone mourn this poor man's death?' John thought in his last moments .

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AdvertisementAn unknown time later, in the resurrection office in the heavens, a small soul was finally plucked from the river Styx . A glowing deity looked at the insignificant soul . "Let's see, wow, I haven't seen such a weak soul in quite some time . It's hard to tell anything from such a pathetic soul . Even mortals are better than this . "

A servant walked up and bowed reverentially . "Should I dispose of it master?"

"Hmm? Oh, I guess it was alright at gardening . " Pausing to consider, the deity shook his head . "No, the plant division is always complaining that they need more souls . " Without any more thought, the deity threw the small soul in with a bunch of other weak souls in a basket .

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A short time later, a small, white, fluffy seed floats through the air . 'What's going on? Where am I?' A shocked John tries to yell, but he had no mouth with which to speak . In fact, besides knowing that he was floating through the air, he couldn't sense anything . Normally, this would send him into a panic, but something told him that this was how things were supposed to be .

'Was my soul refined into a magic item or something?' He searches his thoughts, and he soon found that there was a deep instinct there that he didn't have before . 'He was just a small seed . He needed to float and find a place to grow . ' This small quiet voice seemed to kindly remind him . Unlike animals that had strong, overpowering instincts that would force them to slaughter and fight, plants were different . Plants had a gentle and calm instinct . This instinct lacks the urgency that even humans felt to hurry and survive . A seed could float for months, or even years without worrying . When the time was right, things would happen naturally .

John enjoyed his relaxing time floating through the air . For humans, being alone with no sensory stimulation would usually drive a person insane . Yet as a plant there was a strong calming feeling . Everything is as it should be . For John, his previous life wasn't a good one, and he had had a hard time cultivating . Now he could relax without worrying about sects, politics, or material things .

Suddenly, things change and he found himself on the ground! A distinct feeling of the damp soil intruded into his consciousness and his instincts spoke again to him . 'It's time to grow!' John yelled excitedly in his mind . Wait, how do I grow? John was worried, he had never been a plant before . What if he messed up? 'Well, it can't be worse than my previous life . '

Slowly but surely he split open . It was surprisingly painful, and mentally grimacing, he endured the feeling of being torn in two . It's not like he had a choice, it was a natural part of his new life . The instinct kept him calm as it laid out what he had to do . John felt regret for his past self . 'Is this how those great demonic beasts cultivated?' He had to scrape and beg to even get basic cultivation techniques, but now this instinct just gave him a step by step guide to growing .

After an hour of excruciating pain, small spindly roots began to sprout from him . As the roots slowly dig into the soil, he could feel the exhilarating thrumming of the earth . Though soon, he has exhausted the energy in the seed . The lack of energy left him feeling exhausted, but he has now started his next phase of life . Following his instincts, John began to slowly suck the energy from the damp earth, but it was a slow process . He had never felt so exhausted in his previous life . Still, he felt very accomplished now that his new life had truly started!

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