“That’s a Saint?”
Jiang He bowed, lowering his head and appearing respectful, but the truth was that his eyes were swiveling as he sneakily studied the black-robed figure.
Though the figure did not appear enormous, he felt immeasurably majestic.
The air around him was overlapping, and even though he appeared to be right in front of Jiang He, one would find themselves as if they were caught in the middle of infinite space.
“Master, Jiang He has arrived.”
The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole bowed beside him as well and spoke out in greeting.
The figure hence stirred, the overlapping air around him rippling as it reverted to normal.
Then, it slowly turned towards Jiang He and smiled. “Not bad, not bad. Judging from your life signs, you are less than fifty… it is truly rare for anyone to gain such cultivation at your age.”
Jiang He felt a pang inside.
Less than fifty?
He was not even twenty-six!
However, he did transmigrate right after graduating from university in the preexistence…
Putting two together, he was indeed almost fifty…
Were the Saints that frightening that a single glance was enough for them to uncover all his secrets?
Still, there’s no telling if the Saint could tell that Jiang He was a transmigrator…
Even as the thought crossed Jiang He’s mind, he bowed again and greeted, “My name is Jiang He. You grace me with your presence, Senior Primeval.”
“…”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven appeared surprised, but soon laughed out loud. “Senior? Haha! It has been years since anyone has called me that.”
Nonetheless, Jiang He could clearly see that the face of the black-robed Primeval Lord of Heaven stiffened for 0.01 seconds. Assuming that he might not like being called Senior Primeval, Jiang He thought about it and said, “Should I call you Elder Saint instead?”
Elder Saint?
The Primeval Lord of Heaven waved him off and did not speak further on that matter.
Right now, he did not have the aura of a Saint, and instead looked utterly normal.
Then, he had a lively chat with Jiang He about Earth, and Jiang He would tell him whatever he knew.
“I heard you have obtained the Yuan Killer Sword and are hence tied karmically with Nether River?”
“He is so unreasonable!”
Jiang He was angered once he was reminded of the matter and said, “To think that I had planned to return the sword to him once I reach Demi-Saint, out of respect toward him as a senior. Even so, that scoundrel did not accept my grace, and even tried to kill me! What a b*stard!”
“Should I warn him off for you?” The Primeval Lord of Heaven smiled at his words.
“There’s no need for that!”
Jiang He waved him off and said confidently, “I will not spare Nether River if he still acts relentless.”
After more small talk, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole returned, carrying a pot of tea.
He served both the Primeval Lord of Heaven and Jiang He tea before smiling as he stood in a corner.
Inwardly, however, he was beside himself in shock.
His master actually thought so highly of Jiang He that he used his treasured Old Tea Leaves of Enlightenment!
“My master does not even care about the two lesser Saints of the Western Sect, but is somehow so casual toward Jiang He, even vaguely showing the intent of building ties. Does he really think that Jiang He could become a Saint?”
“There were untold prodigies and talents across the ages billed as potential Saints, but my master had never once treated a kid so well… he even seems a little dimwitted and appears to have no chance of becoming a Saint!”
The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole thought to himself.
Becoming a Saint…
Was it not his own objective as well?
After cultivating over endless ages, he had reached Demi-Saint pinnacle eons ago, but he was still unable to take the final step.
In fact, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole now believed that he would never become a Saint.
And now, he subtly studied Jiang He, watching as he lifted his tea cup.
He could not hold back a small smile.
The Old Tea of Enlightenment…
The runt would never have had something like that before, would he?
There was no telling how shocked the kid would be after having a taste of such wonder.
Clearly, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was not aware of what had happened in the yard where Jiang He was lodging before he arrived. Moreover, he was in a rush, and Jiang He did not have the time to invite him to tea after informing Jiang He that his master was asking for him.
That was why he did not know that Jiang He drank Old Tea of Enlightenment as if it was normal tea.
Glug, glug.
Jiang He raised his tea cup and chugged the tea whole.
The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole’s eyes bulged, but he walked up to refill Jiang He’s cup, even adding, “Jiang He, this is Old Tea of Enlightenment and you should savor it. You are already a Grand Luo, and most items that aid Dao Enlightenment would be useless to you, but this Old Tea of Enlightenment works even for Demi-Saints, let alone Grand Luo.”
Eh?
Jiang He appeared entirely shocked and exclaimed in surprise, “The Old Tea of Enlightenment needs to be savored to help Dao Enlightenment?”
Then, even before the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole could speak further, Jiang He said unhappily, “No wonder I barely feel any enlightenment after two pots of tea every day. I must have gotten immune toward that.”
As he spoke, he took a small sip and savored his tea. He could feel the faint tea sweetness unfurl over his taste buds… but it did not have the effect that the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was talking about.
Nonetheless, after a few more sips, Jiang He eventually tasted something different and exclaimed in surprise, “Huh… this tea aroma seems different from the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment in my house. The aroma is thicker and it sediments for a long time.”
The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was speechless.
His mouth hung wide open as he gaped at Jiang He…
What?
Was I hearing things?
Did the brat just say the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment… in his house???
Likewise, the Primeval Lord of Heaven who had a natural expression suddenly paused, and found that the tea he was drinking not that sweet after all. Even his Saintly heart was ruffled, and he turned toward Jiang He to ask in surprise, “You’re saying that you have an Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment in your house?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I replanted it…”
Jiang He repeated the excuse he cooked up before.
“Impossible!”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven exclaimed, “The Old Tea Trees of Enlightenment are the very roots of Primal Chaos and there are only three trees across all the worlds in the universe, growing in the chaotic alternate dimension deep in the celestial battlefield! No normal tea tree could have mutated into it!”
Roots of Primal Chaos?
It was clearly the first time Jiang He heard that term, and surely he could not say that he had planted the tree, could he?
Hence, sighing emotionally, he said, “That is why my geography teacher told me early in middle school that nature’s wonders are curious.”
As he spoke, he took out two cans of Old Tea Leaves of Enlightenment sand said, “Senior Primeval, I actually have a favor to ask today.”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven gave the two cans a look and smiled, “What could it be?”
“I need your help with laying an array that accelerates time…”
After Jiang He voiced his request, the Primeval Lord of Heaven took out a jade back scratcher and said, “This is the Three Gems Back Scratcher, where I had cast an array that accelerates time within. It would materialize once you infuse your immortal yuan strength within, and I’m loaning to you for now—return it when you leave the Hollow Jade Temple.”
The Three Gems Back Scratcher!
Jiang He’s eyes lit up at that…
It was a legendary Innate Virtue Soul Treasure…
Wouldn’t it be fantastic if he could swipe it?
