Spirit Tea

As soon as Elder Yang left, Meng Ke started to take it easy, but Shen Jingchuan didn't care and started eating heartily.

Shen Jingchuan's appetite is now astonishingly large; Meng Ke's appetite has also increased since he started cultivating. The two of them ate bowl after bowl, devouring the food in no time, and before they knew it, they had eaten enough for three or four people.

When Elder Yang returned after making the phone call, he noticed that most of the dishes on the table were empty, and he hadn't even touched them. He was taken aback at first, then shook his head and smiled. He reached out and pressed the doorbell on the side of the table.

The orderly came over quickly, Elder Yang whispered a few instructions to the kitchen to get more food. Fortunately, they had also prepared breakfast for the guards, so they brought some up, which made up the meal.

Shen Jingchuan put down his chopsticks and patted his stomach.

"Elder Yang, your breakfast is really good, so varied and nourishing."

Elder Yang sipped his tea, looking at him with a smile.

"If you like it, then come every day, and I'll have them prepare food for you every day."

Shen Jingchuan readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll definitely come when I have time."

Elder Yang ate a few bites casually, then waved his hand to have the bowls and chopsticks removed and a new tea set served.

The orderly cleaned up the items and replaced them with a clean teapot and teacups.

Elder Yang reached into his pocket and took out the small porcelain bottle, uncorked it, poured the tea leaves into his palm, glanced down at it, and then looked up at Shen Jingchuan.

"How can you be so stingy? Only a few pieces?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pour the tea leaves into the pot.

Shen Jingchuan reacted quickly, grabbing his wrist and shaking his head repeatedly.

"Oh dear, Elder Yang, if you drink like that, I might not see you again."

Elder Yang was startled by him, glancing at the tea leaves in his hand and then at him.

"What are you saying? This is just tea."

Shen Jingchuan took the bottle, his expression serious.

"To be honest, I haven't even tried this tea myself, so I don't know how much of it your body can handle."

"Alright, I'll brew it. You keep an eye on it."

Elder Yang was skeptical, but he still carefully poured the few leaves from his palm back into the bottle.

Shen Jingchuan picked up the bottle, took out a leaf from it, condensed a wisp of Spiritual Power at his fingertips, and like a knife, sliced off one-fifth of the leaf. He put that small piece into the teapot, put the rest back into the bottle, sealed the lid, and handed it back to Elder Yang.

Let's drink this much first and see how it goes.

Elder Yang frowned as he looked at the tiny amount of tea leaves in the pot, which was less than the size of a little fingernail.

"That's all?"

Shen Jingchuan didn't reply. He picked up the kettle on the table, lifted it high, poured boiling water over it, filling the kettle to the brim, and then put the lid on.

A little while later, he took three more teacups, rinsed them with hot water, and then poured three bowls of tea from the teapot.

The color of the tea soup slowly became apparent; it was a pale, clear yellow.

Elder Yang came over to take a look and was puzzled.

"Wow, even such a tiny bit actually has some color."

Before he could finish speaking, a delicate fragrance wafted up, subtle and lingering in his nostrils. He couldn't quite place the scent, but it was so soothing that it made his whole body feel relaxed.

Elder Yang couldn't resist and reached out to pick up the teacup.

Shen Jingchuan gently stopped him.

"Please don't drink yet, I'm not sure yet, let me go first."

Elder Yang was both annoyed and amused, and glared at him.

"You think I can't drink this little bit of weak tea?"

Shen Jingchuan placed the teacup in front of him, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

"I'll try first. Your safety is paramount; I wouldn't dare risk it on you."

The common knowledge that Sister Xian'er had told him: For low-grade spiritual tea, Qi Refinement Realm cultivator only needs to brew one leaf at a time.

This tea has been upgraded to a mid-grade tea, but fortunately, his Spiritual Power is abundant, so drinking one piece at a time should be harmless.

Now that it's only one-fifth, there's no problem at all.

He habitually lowered his head, blew on the steam, and drank it down in one gulp.

As soon as the tea is swallowed, a gentle, Spiritual Qi slowly unfolds, flowing along the meridians.

For someone with his Qi Refining Seventh Layer, this Spiritual Qi was very mellow, and his Spiritual Power rippled gently around him, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

Shen Jingchuan opened his eyes, nodded, and felt reassured. He turned to look at Meng Ke.

"Xiao Ke, try this bowl, just take a small sip first."

Seeing his seriousness, Meng Ke dared not be careless. He picked up the teacup with both hands, brought it to his lips, and carefully took a small sip.

Her expression changed immediately after she drank it.

She felt an extremely strong Spiritual Qi, like a warm current, that suddenly spread out with a "whoosh," drilling outwards along the meridians of her body, warm and comfortable, so much so that she almost groaned out loud.

She clearly felt that her Qi Refining First Layer barrier, which had remained unmoved until now, was starting to loosen slightly.

Meng Ke was both surprised and delighted. He couldn't care less about anything else. He tilted his head back and drank the bowl of tea in one gulp. He quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his qi through Greater Celestial Circuit.

Once all the Spiritual Qi had been refined and gathered in her Dantian, she opened her eyes, her face beaming with joy.

Shen Jingchuan had been staring at her, and when he saw her open her eyes, he quickly asked.

"How does it feel?"

Meng Ke nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining.

"I feel really good, absolutely great."

Seeing her reaction, Shen Jingchuan felt even more uncertain. Meng Ke was a cultivator, and he was already like this; Elder Yang was just a mortal, so the tea would probably have to be even weaker.

He hesitated for a moment, then took an empty bowl and poured about half a bowl of the tea he had originally intended for Elder Yang into it, about three or four-tenths full. He then picked up the kettle, added boiling water, and diluted the tea even more, making the color almost invisible.

He held the bowl out to Elder Yang with both hands.

"I think this concentration should be about right. Please take a small sip first, don't swallow it yet."

Elder Yang watched him bustling around, wanting to laugh but holding it in. He'd lived most of his life and seen all sorts of good things, but this was the first time he'd ever seen someone prepare a bowl of tea with such seriousness.

But in his heart, he trusted Shen Jingchuan. This kid exuded extraordinary qualities from head to toe.

Elder Yang took the teacup, and as instructed, brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

The moment the tea entered his mouth, he exclaimed inwardly, "Whoa!"

The delicate fragrance first bursts on the tip of the tongue, not strong, then slides down the throat, warm and comforting, like a hand soothing from the throat all the way to the stomach.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his whole body heat up, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out on his forehead and back, giving him an indescribable feeling of coolness.

Elder Yang squinted, holding his teacup, and remained silent for a long while.