You’ve Become a Saint, Yet Everyone Outside Is Still Practicing Qi

Qin Yun transmigrated into a cultivation world. Unfortunately, he had no spiritual roots and was destined to remain a mortal. With no other choice, he settled down in a small courtyard and made a living by running a stall. Every now and then, he carved a few statues. Being an “art master” wasn’t so bad. Then one day, the courtyard became lively. Several ethereal old men fought bitterly over a broken axe in the corner. Powerful cultivators capable of ascending to the Immortal Realm hid in the clouds overhead every day to watch Qin Yun sculpt. A peerlessly beautiful princess even volunteered to become a maid. “Master Qin’s chess is imbued with the profound truths of the Great Dao. I’ve learned so much from it!” “Listening to the senior play a tune on the zither felt like a purification of my Dao heart.” “The senior’s sword strike looks ordinary, but it can split heaven and earth. It contains the supreme swordsmanship of the Saint Realm.” Qin Yun: “I’m a Saint? How come I didn’t know?” The powerful cultivators: “We understand, senior. Just enjoy yourself.”