Lu Zhifan traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, but he did not have any cultivation qualifications and could only be an ordinary mortal in the deep mountains and forests.
His only wish is to live an ordinary life of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains."
To pass the time, he farmed, raised chickens, wrote, and drew.
But what he didn't know was:
The hoe he used to dig the ground was the first divine weapon in ancient times;
The fish he raised in his pond was the Dragon Prince;
The native dog he raised was the Sky-Swallowing Demon Emperor;
The words he writes can arouse resonance; the paintings he draws can evolve a world.
…
When a group of big men in the world of immortality knelt tremblingly in front of his door, weeping with gratitude for having a sip of the crude tea he brewed, Lu Zhifan looked at a loss.
"I'm really just a mortal. Why do you cultivators always make fun of me?"
All the big guys roared in their hearts: "Senior, please stop pretending. If you continue to pretend, our hearts will be broken!"
