Acai's Sky

New island council hall above the island

The dusk is like thick lacquer, slowly permeating the quaint attic suspended in the void.

This floating attic was originally obtained from the Immortal Gate. The carved window lattices, sandalwood tables and chairs all reveal a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Ah Cai leaned against the window, her slender fingers repeatedly stroking the dull spirit beads in her palm.

Once upon a time, these beads were full of brilliance, but now they are covered with fine cracks, as if they carried the vicissitudes of endless years.

"Forget it, we don't know when they will recover!" Ah Cai bit her lower lip, her face full of regret. The ends of her hair swayed slightly with her movements. Although the silver bells in her hair made a crisp sound, it could not hide the disappointment in her words.

On the other side of the attic, Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, wearing a black robe with a jade pendant swaying at his waist, was leaning over to carefully select the dazzling array of gifts on the table.

Hearing this, he looked up with a gentle smile in his eyes. He raised his hand to adjust his cuffs and said calmly, "Don't worry, there will always be a way." His voice was like a clear spring, with the power to soothe people's hearts.

At this time, Tong Jiayuan was sitting in front of an antique sandalwood table, his slender fingers quickly flipping through the jade slips brought back by Mingchen Xie Jin.

The jade slip glowed faintly, reflecting his focused expression. He looked at Zhitong, who was busy typing into the jade slip, and asked, "Zhitong, is there any way to restore these spirit beads?"

Zhitong's originally small figure straightened up instantly, and his three-headed figure looked particularly energetic.

It paced back and forth on the tabletop with its hands behind its back, its short legs making a soft tapping sound. "Well, didn't the master obtain a section of spiritual jade ore? Cut off a small section of the spiritual jade ore and plant it in [Home], turning it directly into a blessed land, and then use it to nourish the Five Elements Spirit Pearls!"

"How long will it take to nurture it?" Ah Er came closer, stretched his neck, his eyes full of curiosity.

Zhitong stretched out two chubby fingers and said solemnly, "With the concentration of spiritual energy in the blessed land, it will take at least two hundred years to nourish the Five Elements Spirit Pearl..."

Everyone gasped when they heard this number. Qin General Wang Li grinned, revealing his large white teeth, and said proudly, "My Lord, you have the [Time Hourglass]. Shouldn't that shorten it to two years?"

Tong Jiayuan nodded slightly in agreement.

Zhitong sighed a few times, his tone full of emotion: "I have never seen you so lucky. You even brought back the [Spirit Heart Fruit Tree] from the Immortal Sect!"

"【Spirit Heart Fruit Tree】?" Everyone asked in unison, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

A hint of pride flashed in Ah Cai's eyes. She had already used her identification skills to understand this tree.

She cleared her throat and said, "The Lingxin Fruit Tree, the fruit on the tree contains abundant spiritual power. After taking it, it can not only quickly restore the spiritual power lost by the cultivator, but also has a significant effect on repairing damaged meridians." She gestured with her hands as she spoke.

Mozhe Xu Ruo pushed up his glasses and said suddenly, "Isn't this a medical kit?"

His words made everyone laugh and the tense atmosphere eased immediately.

Ah Cai nodded and exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, I wonder how long this plane fragment has been sealed. The fruits on this tree have already turned purple."

……

Ah Cai stood in the warehouse where the flashing light balls were stored, watching her companions step into the fragmented light balls of their choice one by one.

She looked down at the soft glutinous rice ball in her arms, then touched the soft hair around her, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Xuantian lay steadily on top of her head, holding her braids with his little paws, shaking his ears from time to time; Jin Yuanbao and Fantian squatted obediently on her left and right shoulders, Jin Yuanbao wagged his tail playfully, and Fantian squinted his eyes coldly; Feiyue and Huangjin Raccoon were wrapped around her legs respectively, Feiyue's soft fur brushed against her skin, and Huangjin Raccoon's golden hair shone with a strange luster in the dim light.

"Let's go, friends, let's go and have a try!" Ah Cai said softly, and without hesitation clicked on the green ball of light that emitted a soft glow, and dived in with the beasts.

After a dizzying moment, the chill of late autumn wrapped in damp mist blew in her face, and Acai couldn't help shivering.

She slowly opened her eyes, and saw chaos in front of her. The towering mountains were shrouded in mist, as if hiding countless secrets.

[Ding, welcome player Acai to Beimang Continent (9634) Xiaohe Town]

[Ding, the player's mission unlocks the Hidden Mist Tea House]

[Ding, the player has 7 days to complete the task]

[Ding, I wish players good luck in fighting! ]

The system prompt sounded in his ears. Ah Cai lowered his head to pack the simple bag on his back, recalling the clue "The teahouse in the mountains can solve the world's problems" in his mind, and walked towards the mysterious forest.

The mountain road was rugged, and the dead leaves made a crackling sound underfoot, like a strange piece of music.

The occasional sharp and abrupt bird calls echoed in the silent forest, adding a bit of weirdness.

Ah Cai hugged the glutinous rice ball tightly in her arms, and the glutinous rice ball curled up even tighter.

Xuantian above her head turned his little head alertly, observing the surroundings; Jin Yuanbao and Fantian on her shoulders slightly bent their bodies, ready to deal with emergencies at any time; Feiyue and Huangjin Raccoon on her legs tightened their grip, giving her silent support.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, we saw a faded wooden sign standing by the road.

The four big characters "Stop at Yinshi" on the wooden sign are mottled, with paint peeling off, revealing rough wood grain, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Thick fog was swirling around the wooden sign. The faint aroma of tea wafted through the fog, elegant and long-lasting, which made Ah Cai's heart palpitate. She couldn't help but take a deep breath and tried to follow the tea scent to find the path up the mountain. However, there was nothing but thick fog all around.

Ah Cai circled around the wooden sign, thinking to herself, "Where exactly is this teahouse? It can't be blocked by this wooden sign, right?"

Just when she was about to lose her patience, she suddenly found half a poem engraved on the back of the wooden sign: "At three quarters of an hour in the morning, the shadow travels westward, and the shadows of seven sections of bamboo hide the path to the clouds."

The handwriting was of varying depths and crooked, as if it had been hastily carved with a sharp object.

"This must be a clue!"

Ah Cai's eyes lit up. She looked at the sky and saw that there was still some time until three quarters past the hour of Yin, so she decided to wait there.

Time passed minute by minute, and every quarter of an hour, a bamboo leaf-shaped light spot would appear in the thick fog, flash by, emitting a faint glow, and dissipate after three seconds.

A Cai squatted down, stared at the direction of the light spot, took out a piece of paper from her bag, and carefully recorded the location and time when the light spot appeared.

At the same time, the gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain reflected the vague outline of the teahouse, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, completely opposite to its actual location.

Ah Cai looked at the reflection in the stream, her doubts growing even stronger. "This reflection is the opposite of the actual situation. Could it be related to finding the teahouse?"

As the third quarter of the Yin hour approached, the fog in the mountains became thicker and thicker, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Ah Cai took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and followed the clues, walking slowly backwards along the path of the light spot.

She took her first step cautiously, and the rustling of dry leaves under her feet was particularly clear in the silent forest.

Every step you take, you have to stop and observe the surrounding environment, and adjust your direction according to the reflection of the stream.

Xuantian above her head made "left, right" sounds from time to time to guide her in the direction; Jin Yuanbao and Fantian on her shoulders shook their bodies to remind her to pay attention to changes; Feiyue and Huangjin Raccoon on her legs stuck close to her, giving her warmth and strength.

She didn't know how long she had walked. Just as Ah Cai was getting a little lost, a dense bamboo forest suddenly appeared in front of her. The bamboo leaves rustled in the wind, as if welcoming her.

Ah Cai was delighted and quickened her pace towards the bamboo forest.

Passing through the bamboo forest, seven bamboo steps loomed. The steps were covered in moss and extremely slippery, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, like a portal to another world.

Ah Cai reached out to hold onto the bamboo beside her and carefully stepped onto the first step.

Nuomituan poked her head out of her arms and looked around curiously; Xuantian flew down from overhead and circled above the stairs; Jin Yuanbao and Fantian jumped down and walked in front to explore the way; Feiyue and Huangjin Raccoon followed closely behind, ready to support her at any time.

With each step she took, the surrounding atmosphere grew more mysterious. When she reached the seventh step, the scene before her stunned her.

An ancient teahouse stands quietly in front, surrounded by a faint mist, like a fairyland.

The door of the teahouse was half open, and wisps of tea fragrance wafted out, which was more rich and tempting than the one I smelled at the foot of the mountain.

Ah Cai took a deep breath and walked towards the teahouse with the animals.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the room was dimly lit with a few oil lamps emitting soft light.

An old man in a plain robe was sitting at the tea table making tea. He had white hair and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through people's hearts.