It's Not Like Anyone Really Thinks I'm a God, Right?

Zhou Yi felt that his guests were all strange. But the old man with a fairy-like demeanor came here to beg for "cheapness". The beautiful woman who conquered the country asked him to give her "death", The broken words I wrote with my own feet were bid for at high prices, and the bad paintings I dreamed of made people fight for their heads. Seeing these lovely customers liking his calligraphy so much, Zhou Yi once thought that his calligraphy was better than Wang Xizhi's and his paintings were better than Wu Daozi's. Am I really an unparalleled god?