Pichai Shi Nian, Nv Xian Gui Di Qiu Wo Shou Ta Wei Tu

For ten long years, his world has consisted of little more than an axe, a weathered chopping block, and mountains of firewood. Day after day, season after season, he has swung his blade in tireless repetition — a humble laborer ground down by endless, thankless toil, with nothing to show for his efforts but aching shoulders and a quiet longing for rest. Then, without warning, his secluded routine is shattered. Immortal women — ethereal beings whose cultivation towers far beyond mortal reach — begin arriving at his door one after another. And each of them does the unthinkable: they kneel. Kneeling before a simple woodcutter, these celestial maidens earnestly beg to be taken on as his disciples. He never claimed to be a master, never sought students, and certainly never asked for any of this. Yet as more immortals continue to descend in pursuit of his tutelage, the weary woodsman finds himself thrust into an impossible position — a reluctant teacher with a growing line of devoted immortal disciples, when all he truly wants is a break from chopping firewood.