So, It Turns Out I'm the Immortal Cultivator

Li Jiudao crossed into the world of cultivation, but lacking the aptitude for cultivation, he could only be an ordinary person. With no other choice, he accepted his fate, passing the time by fishing, writing, and painting. Little did he know that the small cat who occasionally came to him for fish was actually a white tiger in its true form, a generation's demon emperor. The white-haired old man who competed with him in calligraphy was an ancient powerhouse. The enchanting woman who begged him daily to paint a portrait was a worldly immortal. Li Jiudao was dumbfounded. "So, it turns out I'm the Immortal Cultivator?"