I am a living immortal.

When the tea tree gained intelligence, it considered itself the steward of the courtyard, keeping it in perfect order. It would also follow Su Mu's previous practice, periodically picking fruits, vegetables, and tea leaves to bring to Wei Ming, the mountain god Taihong, and the Floating Cloud Temple.

At the same time, they would also receive gifts in return: Wei Ming would send some wine and calligraphy and paintings; Taihong would also send monkey wine, as well as mountain delicacies and gold - the beasts of Cangze Mountain had not forgotten what Su Mu liked; and the Taoists of Fuyun Temple would occasionally come to take a look and renovate the courtyard of their ancestor.

The courtyard, once comprised of only three small rooms, had doubled in size and was now even more elaborate. Of course, the three original rooms remained untouched. One of the three additional rooms was filled with a variety of spiritual fruits and vegetables, representing the harvest of the past few decades. Most of the spiritual fruits were gifts from Taihong, while the spiritual vegetables grew in the courtyard. While these spiritual vegetables were extraordinary, they didn't grow indefinitely. Once they reached their limit, they would cease to grow, and at that point, they could be harvested.

Over the years, they had piled up to fill up an entire room. These fruits and vegetables had long since transcended the realm of ordinary vegetables, and coupled with the spiritual energy of the courtyard, they wouldn't rot, so they kept piling up—which was why they were often given away.

Another room was filled with wine: there was ground wine sent by Wei Ming, there was monkey wine sent by Tai Hong, there were also some Emperor Liujiang, calligraphy and paintings, stalactites, gold ornaments and some wild delicacies. Both rooms were piled to the brim, and the tea tree had collected them by category.

Aside from the addition of three new rooms, the courtyard looked much the same as when he left. It held a world of its own, especially those two rooms. Although Su Mu wasn't particularly materialistic, after opening those two rooms, he'd never imagined he was so wealthy.

But this amazement was short-lived. He picked up two jugs of wine and closed the door, not even glancing at the mountain of gold—not that he despised money, but he had no use for it at the moment. If he needed it, he wouldn't mind glancing down or reaching out to grab a handful.

"It's just right, a welcoming banquet, let's try some fine wine." As Su Mu finished speaking, a breeze suddenly appeared in the courtyard. Several ceramic wine glasses were placed on the table. However, there were only four of them. Another glass contained freshly squeezed juice, which was for Xuan Mo.

At that moment, the green figure appeared in the yard, carrying several packages of cakes, roast goose, and roast duck. "Sir, the food is ready," the green figure nodded.

Su Mu was a little surprised. This was too thoughtful.

"How did you do it?" Su Mu asked.

The middle-aged man smiled, and then another identical figure appeared. The meaning was clear. It wasn't some profound technique; it could even be described as clumsy. The reflected light and shadow clearly couldn't have crossed such a great distance. Rather, the tea tree had likely planted its branches within Yuannan County for convenience. Perhaps there were also branches in the Cangze Mountains and Fanyun Mountain, so these branches could connect with the main branch.

Seeing this situation, perhaps it can also realize the function of transferring objects - space? This tea tree is gifted.

"What's your name?" He originally just wanted a tea tree with tea leaves as a gift, but he didn't expect to receive a housekeeper by accident.

"Please give me a name, sir."

"Well, from now on I'll call you Yunhua. 'Late at night, a few cups of cypress leaves, early in the morning, a vessel of Yunhua'. High-quality tea, fresh and elegant, is called Yunhua."

"Yunhua thanks you for giving me the name." I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yunhua seems to be more lively after having a name. This may be the power of a name.

Mirage Dragon and the others didn't say much, but simply smiled at the scene, finding it quite novel. Xuan Mo, holding a glass of juice, blinked at Su Mu, clearly unhappy at being treated differently. Could Xuan Mo drink? Of course he could, but his appearance was too deceptive, making alcohol unsuitable. Giving him juice wouldn't be a bad idea.

I really don't know where a tea tree learned this. Su Mu glanced at Yunhua.

Yunhua immediately understood Su Mu's eyes and explained, "I learned this from the managers of those wealthy families." Yunhua said as he poured wine for everyone.

“Why do you want to learn this?”

"It's fun, and it helps me manage my master's assets better," Yunhua explained. What he didn't mention was that, at first, he didn't understand why, and he just piled all sorts of things around the room, creating a chaotic mess. Eventually, the piles couldn't be piled any further, and Yunhua realized he couldn't keep going like that. Otherwise, when my master returned, the yard would be filled with clutter.

However, while delivering spiritual fruits and vegetables to the Wei family, Yunhua overheard the Wei family's steward chatting. He was bragging to a servant about how he managed the vast mansion in perfect order. Yunhua sought out a teacher. Over the next few days, he learned a great deal from the steward.

Although this steward was a boastful and face-conscious person, he was truly capable. He said and did what he said, and he truly managed the vast Wei Mansion well. In fact, if he really had no ability, he would not have become the steward of the Wei family.

There was even a joke during this process. After Yunhua successfully "stealed" the skills, he didn't just leave. Instead, he placed a gold ingot, about ten taels, in the steward's room as a token of gratitude. However, this frightened the steward greatly - it was no small sum.

Although the steward was a habitual thief, he would face grave punishment if such a large sum were discovered. Furthermore, this was the Wei residence, and he feared being framed, so he immediately reported the matter. However, a thorough investigation by the Wei residence revealed nothing missing. Ultimately, the matter was dismissed as a false alarm. The ten taels of gold returned to the steward, who dared not use them until several years later, when a family tragedy struck, forcing him to retrieve the treasure from the bottom of his chest. It was this gold that saved his family.

This was considered a rare event in the Wei Mansion. After that, the housekeeper became even more loyal to the Wei Mansion and did not dare to slack off.

The welcoming banquet was excellent. Mirage Dragon joked that after just one day, he'd already fallen in love with this country. Even after being relegated to a "licker" by the old goat and then having his dark history exposed, saying where had the arrogance he'd displayed when they'd first met gone, and where had his pride as an innate deity gone, he still admired the Mirage Dragon of the past.

Shenlong's answer was clear: He'd gotten so much from Su Mu, so why wouldn't he say a few nice words? Things were different now. The bickering between the two remained the same, just as it always had.