Stop Worshipping Me, I Really Can't Use a Sword

After transmigrating to the world of immortal cultivation, Lin Feng just wants to keep his head down and stay alive. But can someone explain why casually picking up a branch is mistaken for a thousand-year-old sword intent, why a sneeze is interpreted as a divine sword technique, and why even feeding the chickens is called "taming demons with the sword"? Everyone in the sect, from the leader to the lowliest servant, looks at him with reverence. All he wants to know is: I really don't know how to use a sword! Then the Demon Venerable blocks the gates, and the entire sect begs him to intervene. Lin Feng looks down at the manure shovel in his hand and falls into deep thought...