Distributing Treasures, Stumbling Upon Three Lights Divine Water

The Dao-Demon Conflict finally concluded in a brutal manner, with Luohu's self-destruction dragging the three Ancestors into their calamity. At the center of the battlefield, the area utterly annihilated into nothingness by the blast, where space itself was still slowly repairing, resembled a massive scar branded upon the already barren Western lands.

Daoist Hongjun's face was as dark as water, the wound on his shoulder still throbbing with pain. Though the demonic energy was suppressed, it could not be eradicated in a short time. His gaze swept across that void, then glanced at the few masterless spirit treasures scattered about—the Taiji Diagram of Ancestor Yin Yang, the Qiankun Cauldron and Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler of Ancestor Qiankun. A barely perceptible gleam of heat flashed in his eyes. Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, without even a word to Wang Shu or Yang Mei, he unceremoniously gathered those three Innate Spirit Treasures of boundless power and transformed into a somewhat hurried purple rainbow, tearing through the air and vanishing.

His demeanor was less that of a victor returning in triumph and more like someone fleeing with stolen goods, too lazy to even put up a final pretense. Clearly, he was furious at being outmaneuvered by Luohu at the very end, or perhaps he sensed that his own opportunity for sainthood was imminent and wished to linger no longer.

"He... he just took them like that?" Wang Shu stared at the direction where Hongjun had disappeared, her willow brows slightly furrowed, a hint of indignation in her heart. These three treasures were the relics of their Daoist friends, Ancestor Yin and Ancestor Yang. For Hongjun to act so coldly was truly excessive.

Beside her, Great Immortal Yang Mei gently shook his head, stopping Wang Shu who wanted to argue, and transmitted his voice: "Fairy, hold on. I observe that Daoist Hongjun's aura has subtly merged with the Heavenly Dao, with purple energy surging. It seems... the opportunity for sainthood has arrived. At such a time, it's best not to offend him lightly."

Wang Shu's heart tightened at these words. Beneath a sage, all are ants. If Hongjun truly became a saint at this moment, it would indeed be unwise to cross him. She suppressed her displeasure and let out a soft sigh.

Just then, the space beside them rippled faintly, and a green-robed figure quietly materialized—it was Li Cha, who had dispelled his concealment.

"Haha, Daoist Li Cha, I knew it was you!" Yang Mei, seeing Li Cha, was the first to laugh, stepping forward with a bow of greeting. "That wisp of Demon-Breaking Fragrance just now—aside from your Tea Dao, I'm afraid no one else in the Primordial World could produce it."

Li Cha quickly returned the courtesy, speaking with slight apology: "Daoist Brother Yang Mei, please forgive me. It's not that I was holding back, but my cultivation is truly low, and I dared not face the Devil Ancestor's edge directly. I could only resort to some petty tricks on the sidelines. I hope you won't laugh at me."

"Eh, you're too modest." Yang Mei waved his hand, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Li Cha's person, his nose twitching slightly as he smiled. "However, I notice that this tea fragrance is richer and more lingering than before, with a Dao resonance that is deep and far-reaching. Could it be that those tea utensils have been successfully completed?"

What he still yearned for was the "Primordial First Tea" that Li Cha had mentioned, which required Three Lights Divine Water to brew.

Li Cha nodded with a smile: "Thanks to your concern, Daoist Brother. The tea table, tea furnace, and teapot have all been refined. Now, only the teacup fired from Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and the most crucial Three Lights Divine Water remain to complete the set."

"Three Lights Divine Water?" Wang Shu, hearing this, couldn't help but interrupt, her beautiful eyes carrying a trace of surprise as she looked at Li Cha. "You need Three Lights Divine Water? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Li Cha was momentarily stunned, then suddenly slapped his own thigh, a look of deep regret spreading across his face. "Ah! What a fool I am! I was so fixated on the rumors of overseas immortal islands, I forgot that you, Fairy, are the very Lord of the Stars in this Primordial World!"

The so-called Three Lights Divine Water was the fusion of Sunlight Divine Water (which dissolves blood, essence, flesh, and bone), Moonlight Divine Water (which corrodes primordial spirit and soul), and Starlight Divine Water (which devours true spirit and consciousness), forming the Primordial World's foremost healing holy medicine! It could neutralize all poisons, heal all wounds, restore flesh from bone, and revive the dead! And its origin was the purest essence of sun, moon, and starlight! As the Moon Star Lord and Mother of Ten Thousand Stars, condensing such divine water, though not easy for her, was far from impossible!

"Fairy, you see... could you perhaps grant me some?" At this moment, Li Cha cared nothing for dignity. His eyes were filled with longing and urgency. This concerned the perfection of his Tea Dao, and he could not help but lose his composure.

Wang Shu had never seen Li Cha like this before. She found it amusing and decided to tease him a little, so she pretended to ponder: "Hmm... this water is not easy to condense; it consumes one's origin. Giving you some... is not out of the question, but what are you prepared to offer in exchange, Daoist?"

"This..." A pained expression crossed Li Cha's face, as if he were making a difficult choice. He hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and swept his sleeve. Several treasures floated in the air.

They were the Five Spirit Pearls, the Five Elements Whip, half of the God-Slaying Spear, and the Yin Yang Mirror!

It turned out that when Hongjun had hastily swept away the Taiji Diagram and other items, Li Cha, relying on the concealment of the Chaos Pearl and the swiftness of Spirit Vine Boundless, had made his move first, silently "picking up" these spirit treasures that bore no karmic ties.

"Fairy, you see... pick one?" Li Cha pointed at these treasures, enough to make any great power in the Primordial World fight tooth and nail, and spoke with a face full of "heartache."

Wang Shu stared at these spirit treasures, especially the half of the God-Slaying Spear still thick with Sha Qi. Her beautiful eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. Yang Mei, standing by, couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head with amusement.

"You... you rascal!" Wang Shu finally managed to force out a sentence, half annoyed and half amused. "We were fighting for our lives at the front, and you were behind, picking up the spoils!"

"Hehe, by chance." Li Cha gave a dry laugh.

"Hmph!" Wang Shu let out a feigned displeased snort, her gaze sweeping over the treasures before finally settling on the ancient Yin Yang Mirror. This mirror contained the Dao of Yin and Yang, which had common ground with her Star Dao, allowing for insight and reference. "I'll take this one!"

She reached out and took the Yin Yang Mirror. Seeing that she hadn't taken the Five Spirit Pearls, Li Cha's heart eased considerably. Although the other treasures were good, they were inferior to the Five Spirit Pearls, which could allow the Chaos Pearl to evolve the Innate Five Spirits and advance its inner world.

"Daoist Brother Yang Mei, won't you pick one?" Li Cha then looked at Yang Mei, speaking proactively. He had brought out these treasures with the intention of sharing them, thereby forging a deeper karmic bond with these two top-tier great powers. And "sharing treasures" (or rather, sharing spoils) was undoubtedly one of the fastest ways to build rapport.

Yang Mei looked at him with a half-smile: "Oh? Are you truly willing? No regrets?"

Li Cha put on a face of "candor": "Regrets! Of course I have regrets! After all, I took advantage of your efforts. If I were to be stingy after you two found out, I wouldn't be able to live with myself!" His words were half true, half false. His desire to build connections was real, and so was his regret.

Yang Mei burst into laughter at this: "Good! In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. I'll take the Five Elements Whip!" His eyes were sharp; he could see that Li Cha valued the Five Spirit Pearls immensely, and even half of the God-Slaying Spear was far beyond what a top-grade innate spirit treasure like the Five Elements Whip could compare to.

Seeing Yang Mei accept the Five Elements Whip, Li Cha swiftly tucked the remaining two spirit treasures back into his sleeve, as if afraid they might change their minds. Immediately, he put on an expression of utmost sincerity, looking at Wang Shu with pleading eyes: "Fairy, about that Three Lights Divine Water..."

Wang Shu, watching his fawning demeanor—willing to throw away all face for the sake of "tea"—found herself at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She tossed a precious vase at him with exasperation: "Take it! Here!"

Li Cha received it as if it were a priceless treasure, quickly catching it. His spiritual sense probed inside, and the divine water within, shimmering with the three-colored radiance of sun, moon, and stars, brimming with endless life and the power of creation, was enough to brew his Primordial First Tea five times! He bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your generous gift, Fairy! I will remember this kindness!"

Having obtained the Three Lights Divine Water, Li Cha was so excited he wished he could fly back to Yun Hua Grotto-Heaven immediately and try brewing the Primordial Chaos Spirit Tea. But just as he was about to move, he stopped, his gaze sweeping over the shattered, spirit-depleted Western lands around him, scarred by the great battle. He thought of his spiritual tea tree descendants struggling amidst the demonic energy, and a thought arose in his heart.

"Daoist, aren't you leaving? I can't wait to taste what immortal tea brewed with Three Lights Divine Water is like." Yang Mei, seeing Li Cha stop, asked in confusion.

Li Cha turned around and said to the two: "Please go on ahead, fellow Daoists. I have some private matters to attend to here and will need to stay for a while."

"Oh?" Yang Mei raised an eyebrow. Though curious, he didn't pry, saying with easygoing grace: "Very well, suit yourself. When the immortal tea is brewed, don't forget to call for me." With that, his form flickered, merging into the ripples of space and disappearing.

"When the tea is ready, remember to call me." Wang Shu also gave Li Cha a deep look, then transformed into a cool, clear moonlight and returned to the Moon Star.

In an instant, only Li Cha remained on this barren, dead battlefield.

He did not leave. Instead, he began to walk alone across this shattered Western land. Beneath his feet were scorched earth and cracked mountains and rivers. The air still carried faint traces of demonic energy and the smell of blood. He approached a dying spiritual tea tree, looked at its withered yellow leaves, bent down, and nourished it with his own pure Wood Spirit Origin. With great mana, he carefully began to sort through the broken, clogged minor spirit veins beneath the earth.

He was going to attempt, on this abandoned wasteland, to barely transform a small patch of livable environment for his "descendants." It was no easy task, nearly defying the heavens, but he was willing to expend his energy and time. His figure, lonely yet resolute, began to silently toil across this scarred Western land.