Stop Pretending, You're an Expert!

Lin Fan transmigrates to a fantasy world, but he has no spiritual roots and can't cultivate immortality.

Well, fine!

I'll play the flute, play the zither, practice calligraphy, paint a few pictures, and carve some wooden sculptures.

I can open a little shop and sell my calligraphy, paintings, wood carvings, and all that. Sounds pretty good!

But after I sell more and more of my calligraphy, paintings, and wood carvings, one day all the mighty cultivators in the entire cultivation world come kneel outside my little shop.

There's a big shot who's the lord of a star domain,

a prodigy hailed as the greatest in ten thousand years,

a fairy called the most beautiful beneath the starry sky,

and...

They come to ask me about the Dao. They say that the things I sell, the flute melodies I play, and the zither music I perform all contain the supreme Dao and teach them how to cultivate immortality.

They want me to sell them more things!

Now I'm completely baffled.

Could I actually be some kind of hidden master?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.