Xuanhuan: I'm Really Not a Cultivator

[Funny + Dihua + No harem + Absolute invincibility + The protagonist's IQ is not online...] In this world where cultivation relies entirely on spiritual roots, what is the use of refining the body a hundred thousand times? The devastated Zhao Qing began to live a peaceful life, running a Baozhitang to make ends meet. He plays chess and dances with the uncles and aunts on weekdays, and occasionally goes to the mountains to collect herbs to supplement the family income, so as to enjoy a happy old age life in advance. However, the arrival of two peerless experts broke the tranquility of this remote town. "Is the person kneeling at the door the number one medicine king in the mainland?" "And the maid beating her legs, she seems to be the empress of the Red Phoenix Dynasty..." "That chicken... That chicken... Is it the chicken that swallowed the Lord of the God Realm?" "Oh my God! So many gods, so many immortals! What the hell is this place..." Facing the crowd of apprentices who suddenly came to his door, Zhao Qing just wanted to refuse helplessly: "I'm really not a cultivator..."