Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Looking at his exact reflection across from him, Li Shundao felt for the first time the strange sensation of Chen Fusheng having a copy of him.

The power of the primordial spirit continuously manipulated the incense clone in front of him, but after playing with it for a while, he got a little bored.

This was completely different from Chen Fusheng and himself. The incense clone had no self-awareness at all. But then he thought about it and realized that the incense clone was a normal clone, while he was more like Chen Fusheng's clone brother.

Thinking about it this way, Li Shundao suddenly felt that the incense doppelganger in front of him was much more normal.

This clone used up all of his incense offerings, which was the contribution of hundreds of millions of believers over several years, and it was all gone in an instant.

However, he wasn't heartbroken, since he had gained a perfected Xuanxian incense clone in return, which was worthwhile.

It's a bit of a pity. If my cultivation level were a little higher, I might have been able to possess a Golden Immortal avatar.

After deceiving himself for a moment, Li Shundao put away the incense clone, slowly stood up, and walked out of the cave.

This seclusion yielded significant results. My cultivation as a third-grade Golden Immortal has finally been stabilized. With the momentum from my recent breakthrough, even the refining speed of the Treasure-Dropping Coin has increased considerably.

Looking at the bright red robe in front of him, and the tea leaves hanging on it, tightly rolled and with a fresh, vibrant green-brown color, his eyes lit up and he smiled. "I've been so busy I've forgotten to try what this tea produced by my innate spiritual root tastes like."

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Even if it were Chen Fusheng himself, in both his past and present lives, he had never even tasted a common Da Hong Pao tea.

Reaching the base of the tree, he gently plucked a large red robe, went into the cave, took out a large iron pot, scooped out half a pot of spring water, and slowly began to boil it.

Seeing a leaf floating on the half-pot of water, Li Shundao smiled. He originally had a complete set of teapot and teacups, but Chen Fusheng had given them all to him last time he drank his incense tea, leaving him with no choice but to use a pot to boil the tea.

If this were in my past life, I would probably be beaten to death by tea connoisseurs if I brewed Da Hong Pao tea like this.

Before long, the clear spring water in the pot began to turn a bright orange-yellow, and the leaves were red and green. Li Shundao was delighted; it must be ready.

As you lift the pot to your lips and take a small sip, a rich and sweet flavor floods your entire body, your spirit begins to grow rapidly, and insights well up in your heart like a spring, bringing wealth, blessings, and prosperity.

I gained a great deal of insight into all the skills related to the God of Wealth, as if I had been enlightened, which completely opened up the path from the third rank to the official third rank, like a lighthouse illuminating this road.

Chen Fusheng watched the battle for official positions among the True Immortals with some boredom, and felt a bit sleepy.

Anyone would get tired of watching fights for five years. At the beginning, he was quite engrossed in the fights between Xuanxian-level beings and even gained some insights. Although no one died, there were certainly many cripples and injuries.

Then, after two years of competition, Xuanxian finally finished competing for the fourth-rank official position.

The overall ratio of humans to dragons is decent, roughly 60/40, with humans having a slight advantage.

However, ever since the competition for official positions among True Immortals began three years ago, apart from the first few rounds where he was slightly affected by the battles between Mystic Immortals and suffered some bloodshed, it has become completely unwatchable.

Aside from a few cultivators whose lifespans are nearing their end who might get excited, everyone else is just like a cultural bureau.

"My name is Wanli Tianhe. I greet you, fellow Daoist."

"The Snail Clan Sea Bathing greets fellow Daoist."

Then Tianhe swung his sword and unleashed a wall of water from Haiyu. They fought back and forth, and it looked like they were doing a fierce battle. If you looked closely, you'd think they were doing ballet.

Chen Fusheng glanced at them briefly, then closed his eyes again. Aside from their names, which piqued his interest, nothing else about these two…

After about a hundred moves, the two parted ways peacefully... I mean, they fought to a draw. In the end, who gets on the list depends on luck.

He patted Dao Wu beside him and gestured towards Ling Ling with his lip, "Keep an eye on things. I'm going to take a nap first, and I'll take over for you later."

Dao Wu had already finished his competition, but there was no such thing as submitting his paper early, so he could only wait miserably with Chen Fusheng.

The two of them have been taking turns sleeping like this for a long time, since Ling Yu isn't around and Ling Ling is the most important person!

Suddenly, a small head popped out from behind, revealing two tiger teeth. "Uncle-Master, you can sleep peacefully. I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Dao Wuchen Fusheng glanced at the obedient Lu Ling'er and pushed her back directly, saying, "I can't afford you, old man, forget it."

Thinking back to two years ago, she said the same thing. Then, just as Chen Fusheng and Dao Wu fell asleep, Ling Ling woke them up with a slap each, while Lu Ling'er was still standing there gloating.

From then on, the two decided that they could not believe anything Lu Ling'er said, and would rather believe that ghosts existed than believe Lu Ling'er's words.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Li Shundao slowly regained consciousness. Looking at the empty pot beside his mouth, he wondered, "Did I even drink the Da Hong Pao tea?"

I glanced enviously at the crimson robe on the cliff face; it truly lived up to its reputation as an innate spiritual root.

With just that one tea leaf, his primordial spirit was directly amplified three times, which is three times the primordial spirit of a Golden Immortal.

Li Shundao estimated that if he had to do this ten or so more times, he could break through to the peak of the third rank (mid-stage Golden Immortal).

Even her body was fragrant, exuding the scent of orchids.

I rushed out and picked another leaf to brew. With the heat turned up, the tea quickly developed its flavor.

Li Shundao couldn't wait to start drinking, but after a while he put down the big iron pot with some disappointment. He had really been delusional. Although it had some effect this time, it was nowhere near as powerful as the first time, and his primordial spirit had only increased a little.

Slowly put the iron pot down, look at the tea leaves in the pot, and carefully put them away to store them properly. After all, Da Hong Pao tea is very durable for brewing and can be brewed seven or eight times without any problem.

They also went out of the cave and picked all the tea leaves from the tree, put them in a jade box, and said, "Out with the old, in with the new, otherwise how can Da Hong Pao grow another batch?"

"Junior brother, junior brother, sigh~ junior brother, it's your turn, wake up quickly," Dao Wu said anxiously, patting Chen Fusheng's face in a low voice. He never expected that Chen Fusheng's problem of being hard to wake up from sleep would not be cured even after becoming an immortal.

"Hey~ Junior Brother, Martial Uncle Lingling is coming soon," Dao Wu had barely finished speaking when Chen Fusheng suddenly became anxious and asked somewhat confusedly, "Where? Where?"

Dao Wu looked at Chen Fusheng, then at Ling Ling, "That works?"

Chen Fusheng finally woke up, looked at Ling Ling in front of him, and patted Dao Wu, "Which eye of yours saw that your martial uncle was coming?"

"How can you blame me? It was your turn next, and you were fast asleep. I couldn't wake you up. I tried anything, but as soon as I mentioned Aunt Lingling, you woke up. You can ask them if you don't believe me."

Lu Ling'er and Ling Xian'er nodded in unison, while Chen Fusheng gave Dao Wu a "you win" look.

Chen Fusheng thought for a moment. It seemed that he hadn't had this problem of not being able to wake up for a while, but he didn't expect it to happen again today, and Dao Wu even found out the secret that Ling Ling woke him up.

Chen Fusheng's ability to be woken up by Ling Ling is entirely due to a childhood ailment. For a period of time, Ling Ling took care of him. Whenever he slept for too long, Ling Ling would try all sorts of ways to scare him.

Pouring cold water on them is nothing compared to what's really happening—insects, mosquitoes…snakes…

Thinking of that dark period of history, Chen Fusheng felt like burying his face in his hands and weeping; it was truly too…

"I'm calling you. What are you thinking about? Hurry up and go up. She's a beauty," Dao Wu said with a lewd grin.

Chen Fusheng gave him a slap, said something to Ling Ling, and walked towards the competition stage.