I'm Really Not the Ancestral Master of the Immortal Dao

I'm not good at writing introductions, so please give it a try first. After transmigrating, Jiang Li finds himself a storyteller in a teahouse. They say a storyteller's tongue can turn a troubled age into peaceful waters. That one word, "waters," says it all about how hard life is. To survive, he can only spin tales of immortals and strange happenings in the martial world.

Gradually, rumors spread through the martial world. They say an immortal is preaching in Jiangling City, opening the path of cultivation for the world and cleaving open the lofty gates of heaven with a single sword.

In Jiangling City, after finishing his day's telling of The Legend of the White Snake, Jiang Li returns home. Looking at the white and green snakes coiled around his peach tree, he tells them what he heard that day: "I heard an immortal came to Jiangling City. What a shame I didn't get to meet him."

Note: The story probably goes from martial arts fantasy to immortal cultivation fantasy~