Tea Is Like Life

"The tea is ready, and it's still at a good temperature. You may come over and try it."

Shen Nuonuo was quite pleased with her handiwork as well. Her grandmother had taught her this back when she was still alive.

Driven by curiosity, Qingluan Douluo was the first to take a cup of tea. "Miss, you've worked hard."

Qian Renxue skipped over and grabbed a cup too. "Big Sister is amazing!"

After that, Qianjun and Jiangmo also thanked Shen Nuonuo. They took the remaining two cups and returned to the sofa.

Shen Nuonuo waited expectantly to see what effect it would have. She took a cup herself and sipped it. The fragrance was fresh and delicate, while the taste was sweet and mellow.

Qingluan Douluo sat on the sofa, holding a cup of fragrant tea as he took a gentle sip.

The aroma spread through his mouth, its fresh flavor clearing his mind and refreshing his spirit, as though he were standing beneath a sky filled with soaring Qingluan birds.

Qian Renxue picked up her tea and took a small sip. She thought it tasted pretty good, but it still wasn't as delicious as the salt water from before!

Jiangmo Douluo gulped it down in one go. It was as though he sat atop a mountain peak, watching himself display immense might on the battlefield and triumph over his enemies.

Qianjun Douluo's feelings differed from his brother's. He took a light sip, feeling the tea's fragrance weave between his lips and teeth.

Not only did he sense the tea maker's unique elegance and nobility, but he also felt a touch of melancholy as memories of his life experiences surfaced.

For a full two minutes, Qingluan Douluo, Qian Renxue, and the Qianjun-Jiangmo brothers remained immersed in the experience.

Shen Nuonuo calmly set down her cup, lifted her gaze slightly, and swept it across the group. "Well?"

Little Xue is still young and has no life experience at all. She definitely won't have any special feelings.

Sure enough, Qian Renxue immediately shook her little head and said to her, "It's so good... Big Sister, you're amazing!"

Shen Nuonuo was speechless.

Just as expected!

"My entire body feels at ease, and I am full of energy, like a phoenix spreading its wings," Qingluan Douluo described his feelings.

Huh, speaking of phoenixes, I remember Qingluan Douluo constantly fighting Ma Hongjun during the great battle at Jialing Pass. The two were evenly matched.

Shen Nuonuo rubbed her chin. She truly found it absurd. They said that every rank was a world apart, yet the ninety-third-ranked Ma Hongjun had somehow been able to fight the ninety-seventh-ranked Qingluan Douluo.

And this Ma Hongjun was such a disappointment. He actually fell from a first-class god position to a second-class god position.

Qingluan Douluo frowned deeply and silently memorized her words. When he returned, he would have someone investigate exactly who this Ma Hongjun was. He could actually trade blows with him on equal footing?

"It was as if I were on a battlefield, bravely slaughtering enemies!"

Jiangmo Douluo grinned happily. He loved that feeling. A man ought to accomplish great deeds like this!

Shen Nuonuo nodded. She was not surprised. Everyone was different, so their reactions naturally varied.

Jiangmo was seriously cool when he appeared in the battle of Xilu City. I still remember what he said: This game—I will rule it.

That was so domineering. It's just that the one who fought Jiangmo Douluo was way too overpowered. He said the Clear Sky Hammer of their Clear Sky Sect had a suppressive effect on every Weapon Martial Soul. Yeah, right. How could your lousy hammer possibly compare to a Coiled Dragon Staff?

The smile vanished from Jiangmo Douluo's lips in an instant, and a dark gloom filled his expression.

He was furious!

What?! What does the Clear Sky Sect mean by this?

That brat actually dared to claim that their Clear Sky Hammer could suppress any Weapon Martial Soul?

Qianjun Douluo stood where he was, gazing gently at Shen Nuonuo. He said only four words: "Tea is like life."

"Classy!" Shen Nuonuo beamed.

I really love the color of Qianjun Douluo's Coiled Dragon Staff. It's such a pretty blue. I find it most beautiful.

His eighth soul skill, Mighty Throw, was seriously cool too. It's a pity that even when the two brothers joined forces and used a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they still couldn't defeat xx.

When Qianjun and Jiangmo heard that the two of them had joined forces and even used a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, yet still could not defeat the person Shen Nuonuo mentioned, both found it unbelievable.

The two of them were already rank ninety-six.

When the brothers joined forces, even Big Brother Qian Daoliu could not immediately defeat them. At the very least, they could exchange dozens of moves.

That's because Big Brother Qian Daoliu is one of the current three Ultimate Douluo, Angel Douluo, renowned as invincible in the sky.

Qingluan Douluo felt dizzy as well. He had not expected Spirit Hall's enemies in the future to be so powerful.

Having received satisfactory answers, Shen Nuonuo felt thoroughly pleased.

She directly called out to the system.

Big Fool, that counts as completing the mission, right?

"Barely." The system's lazy voice rang out.

Shen Nuonuo truly wanted to beat this damn system to death. Then can I summon an A-rank character now?

"Would you like to exchange now?"

Not yet.

Shen Nuonuo had not yet decided which character would be best to exchange for.

Besides, if someone suddenly appeared at her side, she would have no way to explain their origins.

"Miss!" Jiangmo Douluo watched her giggle foolishly for no apparent reason and poked Shen Nuonuo's shoulder.

Shen Nuonuo jolted and reflexively replied, "Seventh Enshrined!"

"Miss, can you teach me how to make tea?" Though traces of irritation still lingered in Jiangmo Douluo's brows, he spoke with great seriousness.

"Of course." Seeing that he was willing to learn, Shen Nuonuo was naturally willing to teach him.

She felt a little proud to be promoting the culture of her ancestors in this Douluo world.

"Miss, we want to learn too!" Qingluan Douluo and Qianjun Douluo said at the same time.

Seeing the bright-eyed gazes of the three peak Douluos fixed on her, Shen Nuonuo lived up to their expectations. She took two books from her system inventory and placed them on the table: Chinese Tea Ceremony: From Beginner to Master and Introduction to Chinese Tea Illustrated Guide.

"Miss, these are?" Though Qingluan Douluo was already quite old, he had never seen books about tea-making before and found them rather novel.

Shen Nuonuo had previously given him a book called Twenty Forms of Tai Chi. Unfortunately, even after studying it diligently for ten days, he still had not grasped its essence.

The moment Jiangmo Douluo saw the two books, his whole mood soured. He did not like reading!

Qianjun Douluo, on the other hand, was fine with it. He was only a little old—he could still keep fighting!

"Ahem, as the saying goes: read Three Hundred Tang Poems by heart, and even if you cannot compose poetry, you will still be able to recite some!"

"Simply put, you need to understand the theory first, then combine it with practical application!"

Shen Nuonuo believed that learning was not something one could master overnight, whether it was Tai Chi or tea artistry.

Back on Little Blue Star, her grandmother had deliberately trained her from childhood. That was how she learned.

"Then how long would it take to become as good as you?"

Jiangmo Douluo scratched his head, looking deeply troubled.

Shen Nuonuo answered solemnly, "Two or three years at the fastest, seven or eight years at the slowest!"

"Ah! This old man is too old!" Jiangmo Douluo cried miserably.

Shen Nuonuo felt a little sorry for him. Even after climbing onto the table, she could only reach Jiangmo Douluo's abdomen. She had intended to pat his shoulder in comfort, but could only settle for patting his arm instead. "Seventh Enshrined, persistence is victory!"

Qingluan Douluo and Qianjun Douluo were not nearly as impatient. What worried them more now was Spirit Hall's future.