Eternal Tale

Xuanwei Heaven Domain, in the mortal realm, nestled deep within a remote mountain forest.

Under the azure sky, surrounded by mountains, lush green trees, and blooming flowers, the morning sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the forest path, making one feel as if they were in a fairyland.

Within, ancient towering trees reached for the sky, their canopies like umbrellas, blocking out the sun. The bark was covered in moss, as if weathered by millennia, giving them a sense of ancient history.

Among the towering mountains, a clear stream meandered, its water crystal clear, flowing with a gentle sound that was music to the ears.

On both sides of the stream, wild grasses and exotic flowers grew, their petals swaying in the breeze, releasing a faint fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating.

Yet...

Amidst this serene landscape, treacherous terrain lay hidden, with rugged mountain paths, jagged rocks, and steep peaks piercing the sky like swords.

A winding path appeared and disappeared, hugging the mountains and water, threading through the forest.

Here, spiritual birds occasionally flew overhead, stirring up dust and stones. In the depths of this remote forest, even spiritual birds were rare, let alone mortals.

Although this place boasted the wonders of heaven and earth, it was forbidden to mortals.But what all mortals did not know was that within these steep and treacherous mountains lay a unique existence—a tea field filled with mountain tea.

This tea field was located midway up the mountain, where lush tea trees were neatly arranged, resembling a giant emerald embedded in the mountains.

Under the brilliant sunlight, the tea leaves glistened, exuding a sense of tranquility and harmony.

A tea-picking girl’s figure moved gracefully among the tea trees, petite and elegant, with a crescent-shaped mark on her forehead adding a touch of mystique.

Her skilled hands gently plucked the tea leaves, placing them into a basket, her gaze focused and serene, as if she were silently communicating with the tea field.

The tea-picking girl’s home was a simple thatched hut.

It was a house made of wooden posts, with a roof covered in straw, appearing so simple and natural.

Around the house, some simple tools were neatly arranged, though humble, they were full of life.

Every morning when the sun rose, the tea-picking girl would start her work in the field.

Her figure appeared particularly radiant in the morning light, and by evening, as the sun set behind the mountains, she would return to the hut to rest.

This tea field and the tea-picking girl created a beautiful and harmonious scene in the depths of the forest. Although the terrain was steep and the paths difficult, the scenery brought a sense of peace and comfort.

Perhaps it was this environment that nurtured such a vibrant tea field and the simple and serene tea-picking girl.

On this morning, as the first rays of red light appeared at sunrise, the sky began to glow with golden hues.

However, this tranquil beauty was suddenly broken. A dark shadow abruptly appeared in the sky, accompanied by the shout of a man in white, echoing throughout the mountains.

”Yao Yue, Bull and I have come to see you! Haha! You’re doing well!”

”Moo moo!!”

...

With their shouts, a strong wind arose, tousling their hair and scattering the tea flowers in the mountains.

These tea flowers drifted in the wind, poetic and picturesque, carrying a unique beauty and tranquility.

Chen Xun laughed heartily, sitting on Black Bull’s back, letting the mountain wind whip his wide robes.

His gaze pierced through the fluttering petals, landing on a distant mountain peak, where a red moon quietly rose, exuding a mysterious and enchanting charm.

And on that mountain peak, a woman stood against the wind—it was Yao Yue.

She wore the attire of a tea-picking girl, her skirt fluttering in the wind like a blooming tea flower.

Her fair skin glowed with a faint blush under the morning sun, as clear and translucent as morning dew, her long black hair dancing in the breeze.

At this moment, a fresh tea fragrance wafted with the wind, coming from the tea field behind her, which sparkled in the sunlight, its petals gently swaying in the breeze, like a beautiful painting.

She raised her head, looking at the man in white, her bright eyes filled with joy and surprise.

Seeing Chen Xun and Black Bull’s arrival, she raised her head, her face blossoming with a radiant smile, carrying a sense of warmth and beauty.

She waved her hand and exclaimed in delight, ”You’re here! I’ll brew a pot of hot tea for you.”

Yao Yue immediately turned and headed towards a small house on the mountainside, while Black Bull, with Chen Xun, descended from the sky, admiring the surroundings with awe, thinking that only cultivators could enjoy such luxury.

Around the small house, some simple tools were neatly arranged.

She led Chen Xun and Black Bull into the house, where it was warm and cozy, filled with the fresh fragrance of tea flowers.

”Come, have a cup of hot tea.” Yao Yue smiled, handing Chen Xun a cup of tea, its aroma enticing, the tea steaming hot.

Chen Xun took the cup, a sip of hot tea warming him from within, and he laughed, ”Yao Yue, I didn’t expect you’d be growing tea here. Your whole demeanor has changed.”

”Moo moo~~~”

Black Bull took out a health tea barrel, hoping Yao Yue would fill it... only to be stopped by a single glance from Chen Xun, which even carried a hint of reprimand...

Who drinks tea by the barrel?!

Black Bull muttered silently to itself, wasn’t this your teaching? It glanced at Chen Xun with dissatisfaction.

”Hehe.” Yao Yue chuckled softly, observing the expressions of the man and the bull, ”After all these years, you two haven’t changed a bit.”

”Aside from my master’s health tea, it’s been a long time since I’ve had such refreshing tea.”

Chen Xun cast a sidelong glance at Black Bull, then looked at Yao Yue with a gentle smile, ”How are you doing here? Are you getting used to it?”

With that, he carefully observed Yao Yue, the smile on his lips growing deeper.

She now bore no trace of hostility, especially having shed that tense exterior, even her appearance had become much more serene and calm, no longer the Yuehuang Clan’s demoness always thinking of killing.

Yao Yue slowly sat down, accompanied by a fresh tea fragrance, nodding, ”It’s quite good, undisturbed by external matters.”

She furrowed her brow, quickly adding, ”Growing tea here is just my personal hobby, Crossing the World, don’t get any ideas.”

”I...”

Chen Xun’s eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at Black Bull, ”Yao Yue, you’re being unreasonable, when have I ever coveted your tea!”

”A cup, a hundred top-grade spirit stones.” Yao Yue looked at Chen Xun with a playful smile, extending her hand, ”Dao Ancestor, you wouldn’t owe a young lady spirit stones, would you?”

”Cough cough...” Chen Xun choked on his tea halfway, ”Yao Yue, this tea... is a bit too hot.”

Thud...

Black Bull’s eyes went blank, the health tea barrel it held in its mouth fell to the ground, luckily it didn’t ask Yao Yue for a barrel, otherwise it would have been a huge loss!

Tea and wine in the grand world of immortals were very expensive... even more so than spiritual herbs.

Yao Yue watched Chen Xun, who was bowing his head in thought, trying to hide his embarrassment, and suddenly burst into laughter, ”Your nature hasn’t changed, back then I even tried to steal your storage ring, but didn’t succeed.”

”Ah?” Chen Xun’s fingers trembled slightly, inwardly exclaiming, damn!

This woman’s mind is even more devious than Ji Yan’s...

”Yao Yue, we’ve been friends for many years, friendship is priceless.” Chen Xun instinctively began to haggle, putting on a serious face, ”I know you’ve nurtured this tea field for years, but...”

”Just kidding.” Yao Yue’s smile was clear, as if she had never been happier, ”If I were to ask for your spirit stones, it would be like taking half your life.”

”Hehe.” Chen Xun chuckled gently, continuing to sip his tea, praising, ”Good tea, good tea.”

”Not too hot anymore?”

”Of course!”

”Moo...”

Black Bull let out a sigh of relief, glad there was no need for spirit stones.

Before long, Yao Yue got up to prepare some delicacies, made from materials she had gathered from the wild grasses and tea trees in the mountains, fresh and full of simple flavors.

The tea and delicacies perfectly catered to Chen Xun and Black Bull.

The aroma filled the air, and the two of them, along with the bull, chatted about past events in the simple hut, sharing some simple experiences, without mentioning the evil cultivator or the Milky Way battle.

Yao Yue smiled gently, like water, as she recounted her life here over the years, the new sprouts after the rain, the summer evening breeze, the autumn red leaves, and the winter snow scenes, all vividly described in ordinary words.

Chen Xun sipped his tea, occasionally lost in thought, occasionally looking out the window, while Black Bull occasionally let out a ”moo moo,” both in reflection and as an interjection.

This ordinary gathering...

Gradually swept away the weariness accumulated over thousands of years, carried away by the mountain wind, leaving only a sense of peace and joy.