Traveling to the crisis-ridden world of immortality, Ye Xunyi's only wish is to run his own small study safely, write and paint in his spare time, and live out his remaining days.
He didn't know that the draft he threw away was regarded as the supreme sword manual by the Supreme Sword Master. After studying it for three days, he could open the sky with one sword.
He didn't know that the bait he used to feed the fish was the legendary Nine Turns Golden Pill, which attracted thousands of monsters to come to court and bow their heads.
He didn't know that the crooked-necked tree in his yard was the sacred tree that supported the three realms. Every fallen leaf was a treasure of enlightenment that the monks had fought so hard for.
While the entire world of immortality was going crazy looking for that mysterious "peerless master" with eternal plans, Ye Xunyi was worried that he hadn't sold a single painting today.
He sighed: "Oh, I'm still not good at my craft. It's too difficult for mortals to survive in this world."
Beside him, an Immortal Emperor who had just been taught by him and immediately became a saint, was studying ink for him with sincerity and fear. When he heard this, he was so frightened that he almost dropped the ink in his hand to the ground.
"Senior... You are joking."
