I Am Obviously a Mortal, but They All Call Me Daozu

My name is Li Nianfan, I am a time traveler and a mortal who just wants to farm land and raise chickens. I don't have any big ambitions. My only wish is to live peacefully in this mountain valley for the rest of my life, and never have anything to do with those immortal cultivators flying around. But I don't know why... The few words I wrote casually were regarded as the "true explanation of the sword" by the swordsman of the time, who knelt outside the door all day long and begged me for advice. The carp raised in the pond in my backyard was considered by the dragon prince to be the "ancestral dragon soul", and he cried and shouted to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan. A few potatoes I gave to my neighbor's old man were actually regarded by the Elf Queen as the "holy fruit of life" and saved the withered tree of life. Even the broken stone I used to press the pickle jar has become the "Sacred Stone of Enlightenment" coveted by all the strong men in the entire continent. Looking at these masters of cultivating immortals who are thinking about things every day and saying "I've realized it" at every turn, I really want to shout to them: "Please stop thinking, I'm obviously a mortal, why do you call me Dao Ancestor!"