Zhou Yi transmigrates to another world. Though he can't cultivate, he awakens artistic skills at the highest level.
Painting, calligraphy, tea ceremony, the art of the zither... In a world where everyone fights and kills, what use is all this talent?
Just as he begins performing for money to make ends meet:
On the first day, a prodigy of a female disciple breaks through after looking at his painting!
On the second day, the sect master of the martial world comprehends the Great Dao through his tea ceremony!
“Senior, please accept this bow from your disciple!”
“Senior, the mysteries in your painting are boundless. May I come to your residence tonight to ask you about them, if you don't mind?”
Watching these people break through thanks to his works of art, Zhou Yi is completely dumbfounded. So I'm actually an unparalleled expert?
Can mortals trade spiritual stones???
This is the ending for you!
Bad ending. . . . .
A very good book