Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

The next morning.

In front of the thatched hut in the Earth Spirit Herb Garden, Shen Feng accepted the emerald green token handed to him by Wang Xu. His expression remained calm, and he did not show excessive joy.

"Shen Feng, this spirit tea garden is close to the inner sect's important area of ​​Longevity Mountain, and its spiritual energy is far richer than here," Wang Xu earnestly advised. "It is also Elder Xuanfeng's forbidden area. Normally, apart from disciples delivering spiritual materials, outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering or leaving. When you go there, remember to speak less and do more, and keep to your duties."

"This disciple understands and will certainly not fail the trust placed in me." Shen Feng bowed respectfully.

After a brief handover, Shen Feng packed his bags and left the herb garden, heading along the winding mountain path into the depths of the clouds.

The Spirit Tea Garden is located in a sheltered mountain valley, surrounded by a spirit-gathering array.

The moment you step inside, a refreshing aroma of tea wafts over you, instantly invigorating your senses.

Looking around, Shen Feng saw a three-acre tea garden built against the mountain. The tea trees were not tall, and the leaves were emerald green with dewdrops hanging from the tips, making them crystal clear.

"The finest spiritual tea, Cuiyunjian."

Shen Feng recognized the variety of the tea tree at a glance. Although this tea was not a top-grade immortal tea, it was still a rare treasure in the cultivation world. Regular consumption could brighten the eyes, refresh the mind, and cleanse the dantian of impurities.

He didn't rush to start managing the tea plantation, but instead settled down in a bamboo house next to the tea garden.

In the following days, besides his daily watering and pest control, Shen Feng chatted with the outer sect servants who delivered spirit spring water every three days.

The servant, surnamed Li, was a chatterbox. Seeing that Shen Feng was generous and would always slip him a few spirit stones, he was happy to say a few more words.

"Junior Brother Shen, you'd better be careful serving him." Senior Brother Li lowered his voice and pointed to the top of his head, "This tea garden is nominally Elder Xuanfeng's, but in reality, it's a tribute to that little ancestor above."

Shen Feng feigned ignorance and asked curiously, "Little Ancestor? Could you perhaps be one of my true disciples?"

"Heh, a true master-disciple?" Senior Brother Li scoffed. "That's the truest of the true disciples! The Qingfeng true disciple!"

Shen Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned shock: "Could it be the legendary Qingfeng and Mingyue, who served by the Great Immortal's side?"

"Exactly!" Senior Brother Li said mysteriously, "Although True Disciple Qingfeng has lived for over 1,300 years, he still looks like a child because of his special cultivation method. Moreover, he has not lost his childlike heart. He loves tea the most, and this Cuiyunjian is his favorite. Every few days, he will stroll over here to pick it himself."

At this point, Senior Brother Li patted Shen Feng on the shoulder: "So, this job of yours is both a lucrative one and a dangerous one. If you serve it well, any reward you receive will be enough to last you a lifetime. If you don't serve it well, hehe..."

After seeing off Senior Brother Li, Shen Feng stood by the tea garden, gazing at the emerald green tea leaves, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Gentle breeze..."

Qingfeng and Mingyue are the two youngest disciples under Zhenyuan Daxian, and also the two most favored.

In the original Journey to the West, when Tang Sanzang and his disciples passed by Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, who was attending a gathering of Yuanshi Tianzun, specially left Qingfeng and Mingyue to look after the temple and instructed them to bring two ginseng fruits for Tang Sanzang to eat.

This clearly demonstrates that these two individuals held a position in Wuzhuang Temple that was even higher than many other enlightened masters.

"This is an opportunity."

Shen Feng thought to himself.

But Qingfeng has lived for a thousand years, what good things hasn't he seen?

If it were just ordinary flattery, he probably wouldn't even lift his eyelids.

"To win someone's favor, you must first catch them off guard."

Shen Feng turned to look at the outer area of ​​Longevity Hill.

That place was a wild mountain not covered by the array, where many wild spiritual plants grew that no one cared about.

In the following days, Shen Feng used his rest time to frequently venture into the treacherous cliffs surrounding Wanshou Mountain.

He was searching for a wild tea called Yanhong, and he confirmed from the books in the library that this wild tea existed on the outskirts of Wanshou Mountain.

This tea grows in the crevices of cliffs, exposed to wind and sun, resulting in rough leaves and a strong bitter taste. Therefore, it is regarded as a weed by cultivators and is rarely picked.

But in Shen Feng's eyes, this was a rare gem.

Although rock black tea is bitter, it has a unique and fierce character, which is completely different from the wildness of Cuiyunjian tea, which is pampered in the greenhouse.

Three days later, Shen Feng returned to the bamboo house with a bag full of fresh rock red leaves covered in dew.

It was late at night, inside the bamboo house.

An iron pot was placed on the stove, but there was no fire in the stove.

Shen Feng sat cross-legged, his hands resting lightly on either side of the iron pot.

"rise."

With a thought, he gathered the Samadhi Divine Wind in his palm. This time, he stripped away the fiery and murderous aura from the wind, leaving only the vitality and gentleness refined by the Wood elemental energy.

Air enters the bottom of the pot, and friction generates heat.

The heat is extremely even and has a fluid, wind-like quality.

Shen Feng put the fresh rock red leaves into the pot.

"call!"

A gentle breeze swirls inside the pot, lifting each tea leaf. The leaves tumble in the wind, neither burning nor piling up.

"Yi Wood Spirit Wind, Locking Spirit, Improving Fragrance."

Shen Feng was completely focused, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This is an extremely delicate operation. During the roasting process, he needs to infuse the wood elemental energy in the air into the veins of the tea leaves through the permeation of the wind.

The original bitterness of rock black tea gradually transforms into a deep sweet aftertaste under the influence of the wood element, while the unique wild rock flavor is perfectly locked deep within the leaves by the wind.

All night long.

By daybreak, the tea leaves in the iron pot had turned from red to black, their leaves tightly rolled and their appearance unappealing.

Shen Feng picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it gently.

At first taste, it is slightly bitter with a hint of earthy flavor, but in an instant, a domineering sweetness explodes on the tongue, accompanied by a refreshing mountain breeze that rushes straight to the top of your head.

"It's done."

Shen Feng spat out the tea leaves, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

This tea, in terms of its spiritual energy content, is far inferior to Cuiyunjian, but in terms of its unique taste and profound artistic conception, it is enough to make those who are used to drinking top-grade spiritual teas take notice.

Since Qingfeng still retains a childlike heart and enjoys novelty, this cup of Zangfeng Wild Tea is tailor-made for him.

Shen Feng found an ordinary celadon jar, put the roasted tea leaves into it, and casually placed it on the tea table in the bamboo house.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

He opened the window and gazed at the distant, mist-shrouded main peak.

"Master Qingfeng, my tea is ready."

In the following days, Shen Feng calmed down and resumed his routine of taking care of the spirit garden and meditating.

He was already familiar with the handyman senior brother surnamed Li, and recently he deliberately visited him more and took the initiative to lend a hand. Senior brother Li was happy to have some free time and gradually started talking more.

From Senior Brother Li, Shen Feng learned that this spirit tea garden was located at the border between the inner and outer sects. In addition to transporting spirit materials to the tea garden, Senior Brother Li also frequently made a trip to the inner sect to clean up the discarded spirit plants.

Shen Feng realized that this might be an excellent opportunity to explore the outer perimeter of the inner sect, so he took the initiative to take on the task of cleaning up the abandoned spiritual plants, which Senior Brother Li naturally couldn't ask for.

There is a group of artificial hills at the junction of the inner and outer courtyards of Wuzhuang Temple, located in the southwest corner of Lingcha Garden, next to the side path leading to the inner gate.

These days, Shen Feng often comes and goes here, moving discarded spiritual plants. He secretly noticed that this place is in a remote location and rarely visited by people, so it is a good corner.

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