Please, I Am Really Not a Powerful Hermit!

Lin Xian traveled through the fantasy world and became a rookie who couldn't practice. In desperation, I could only develop a side business, making clay figurines, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. But who knows... He casually drew the "Picture of New Rain on an Empty Mountain", and the fairy formed a golden elixir when he saw it! The words he wrote blindly with his eyes closed made the little rabbit demon shout that he was awesome, and his cultivation level skyrocketed! Even the jar I use to drink tea is a treasure from ancient times - the Huatian Vase! The pride of heaven, the old monsters of the sect, and the giants of cultivating immortals swarmed over, eager to hug him. Lin Xian could only sigh: I am really not a powerful person in the hidden world!