Why Do They All Think I'm a Reclusive Immortal Emperor?

Ye Jiu thinks he has a simple life: each day, he lets his birds out for a flight, tends his flowers, drinks slightly bitter tea, and lies in a chair to bask in the sun.

But one day, someone tells him that

his two little birds have turned into stunning enchantresses,

every flower he grows can connect with the divine and become a spirit, transforming into a well-behaved fairy,

and even the wood used to make his chair can support the heavens and earth.

“After all that, you still claim you’re not an immortal?”

Ye Jiu: “But I really am just an ordinary little sword cultivator!!”

(Unbeatable protagonist, harem, no angst)