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

As dawn broke, the mist in the Lingcha Tea Garden had not yet dissipated.

Shen Feng stood in front of the bamboo building, his gaze seemingly calm as he surveyed the tea garden, but in reality, his mind was tense, constantly paying attention to every subtle change in the surrounding energy.

According to Senior Brother Li, the True Disciple of Qingfeng would be arriving at the Spirit Tea Garden in the next few days. He placed the specially made Tibetan Wild Tea on his desk, changing the water every morning, always ready.

At noon one day, the sun was high in the sky.

The once calm and still tea garden was suddenly rippled with unexpected waves.

The surrounding spirit-gathering array remained untouched, and even the wind in the air was undisturbed. A figure appeared out of thin air on the ridge in the center of the tea garden.

The person appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features, wearing a double-bun hairstyle, a vibrant green Taoist robe, a silk sash around the waist, and cloud-patterned shoes.

If an ordinary person saw him, they would surely think he was some lost young master of a wealthy family.

But Shen Feng's pupils contracted sharply after just one glance.

In his divine perception, the boy before him was not a body of flesh and blood, but a vast and unfathomable mass of green wood essence.

The aura he exuded was so pure, a thousand times richer than the spiritual tea in the entire garden. It was as if he alone, standing there, was the very source of life for the entire Longevity Mountain.

Without needing to say a word, Shen Feng knew the identity of the visitor.

Qingfeng is a true disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian.

Where is Xuanfeng?

Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his voice clear and childlike.

Shen Feng dared not delay, quickly stepped forward, stopped three zhang away from Qingfeng, bowed deeply, and performed a standard disciple's salute.

"Shen Feng, an outer sect servant disciple, pays his respects to the True Master."

Shen Feng lowered his head and spoke in a steady and respectful manner: "Reporting to the True Immortal, Elder Xuanfeng recently had a sudden insight into the heavens and broke through in seclusion three days ago. He specifically ordered me to take care of the tea garden here in his stead."

"Have you gone into seclusion?"

Qingfeng frowned slightly, looking somewhat disappointed. "That old rascal certainly knows how to pick his time. I was hoping he could find some pre-rain Longjing tea seedlings for me, but it looks like that will be delayed again."

He didn't even glance at Shen Feng. To a powerful being like him, who had lived for a thousand years and was accustomed to seeing immortals and gods, a Qi Refining stage outer disciple was no different from a roadside weed.

Qingfeng stepped into the tea field, his divine sense spreading out.

In an instant, the growth status of all 3,600 Cuiyunjian tea plants in the entire tea garden was vividly recalled in his mind.

Every vein of a leaf, every drop of dew, and even the softness of the soil beneath the roots is clearly visible.

"Um?"

Qingfeng let out a soft "Eh," a hint of surprise appearing on his previously nonchalant face.

The tea garden is managed so well... it's exactly the same as when Xuanfeng was alive.

Especially among the branches and leaves of those tea trees, there seemed to be a trace of extremely weak wind-elemental spiritual energy remaining. This energy was not destructive, but rather gently caressed the leaves, allowing them to absorb the essence of the sun and moon more evenly.

"That's interesting."

Qingfeng nodded, his expression softening considerably. "Your name is Shen Feng? This tea garden is managed quite well; it hasn't disgraced Xuanfeng."

"Thank you for your praise, Master. I am humbled." Shen Feng remained bowing, his posture extremely low.

Qingfeng waved his hand, looking dejected, and said, "Since Xuanfeng isn't here, you don't need to follow me. Go do whatever you need to do. I'll just pick some new tea and leave."

After saying that, he reached out to pluck the tender buds from the top of the tea tree.

Just now.

"Old Ancestor Qingfeng, wait!"

Shen Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and spoke up.

Qingfeng paused, turned around, and stared at Shen Feng with seemingly innocent eyes, a half-smile on her face: "What did you call me?"

Within the Wuzhuang Temple, his fellow disciples called him Junior Brother, his master called him Qingfeng, the inner disciples called him Uncle-Master or Grandmaster, and outsiders mostly referred to him as Immortal Child.

He had lived for 1,300 years and this was the first time he had ever heard the title "Ancestor."

Shen Feng raised both hands above his head, holding the celadon tea canister that had been prepared beforehand.

"This disciple dares to address the True Person as Ancestor."

Shen Feng raised his head, his eyes clear and his face full of piety. "Although I have only been in the temple for a short time, I have heard that Ancestor Qingfeng has followed the Great Immortal for countless years, living as long as heaven and earth, and witnessing the changes of the primordial world. In my heart, your cultivation is unfathomable and your seniority is incomparably noble. Only the title of Ancestor can be worthy of your status."

Shen Feng spoke these words with genuine sincerity, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Qingfeng was stunned.

He looked at Shen Feng kneeling on the ground, his lips twitching slightly, wanting to laugh but forcibly holding it back.

This flattery... is way too blatant.

But I have to say, it was such a comfortable filming experience!

Although he lived for a thousand years, his appearance remained that of a child due to his cultivation techniques.

As a result, he was often looked down upon by those arrogant rogue cultivators, and even some of the new disciples in the temple secretly regarded him as a child who never grew up.

Who knows the bitterness in his heart?

Who understands the length of his life?

Now, this mere outer disciple can see through his appearance to his weathered heart and respectfully call him Ancestor.

This is a true friend!

"Cough cough."

Qingfeng cleared his throat, tried to put on a stern face, and put his hands behind his back in a mature manner. "You young man, you do have some sense. Get up. I don't care for those formalities."

Although he said he didn't like it, the smile in his eyes and brows was impossible to hide.

"Thank you, Elder Ancestor."

Shen Feng stood up, but instead of taking back the tea canister, he handed it over even more respectfully.

"Ancestor, I know you enjoy tea. In the past few days, while tending to the tea garden, I took the liberty of picking some wild tea from outside the mountains and processed it using my own clumsy method. Although it cannot compare to the precious Cuiyunjian tea in this garden, it has a rustic charm. I dare not keep it to myself, so I present it to you for your appreciation."

"Wild tea?"

Qingfeng glanced at the ordinary celadon jar.

If anyone else had offered him this, he would have swatted them away with a flick of his sleeve. What kind of status did Qingfeng have? He drank fine wine and savored immortal roots and spiritual leaves. Was mere wild tea even worthy of his tasting?

But at this moment, the address of "Ancestor" made him feel completely comfortable, and he found Shen Feng much more pleasing to the eye.

"It's rare to find someone with such filial piety."

With a casual wave of his hand, the celadon jar fell into his palm.

Upon opening the lid, a faint smell of burnt wood mixed with the aroma of herbs wafted out.

Qingfeng frowned slightly; the presentation was truly mediocre.

But he didn't cover it up immediately, because he sensed a peculiar fluctuation in the scent of grass and wood.

This is the rhythm of the wind.

"That's interesting."

With a flick of his fingertips, a pinch of tea leaves flew out and hovered in the air. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the surrounding moisture instantly condensed, turning into a ball of boiling spiritual water that enveloped the tea leaves.

The tea soup quickly changed color, turning from black to red.

A gentle breeze opened its mouth and inhaled the tea soup.

The tea tastes slightly bitter at first, like chewing tree bark.

Qingfeng frowned even more, about to scold the tea for being so bad.

Sudden.

A powerful sweetness exploded from the back of the tongue, followed by the release of the wood elemental wind contained within the tea leaves.

call!

It felt as if a cool mountain breeze was blowing through his internal organs.

The wind carried a stubborn vitality, subtly stirring up the pent-up restlessness within him.

"good!"

Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise it.

This tea, in terms of its spiritual essence, is rubbish; in terms of its taste, it's rough.

But this artistic conception is absolutely wonderful!

To infuse the true essence of wind into tea leaves, using the tea's energy to create the wind's force, and cleanse the internal organs—this is a method that no ordinary spiritual plant cultivator could conceive of, much less a method that a typical Qi Refining disciple could achieve with such fine control.

"What's the name of this tea?" Qingfeng savored the sweetness in his mouth, his gaze towards Shen Feng now filled with scrutiny.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, this disciple has chosen the name Cangfeng," Shen Feng said, bowing his head.

"Hiding the wind... what a wonderful hiding the wind."

Qingfeng played with the tea canister in his hand, in a very good mood.