Chapter 140: The Deadline Has Arrived, Unwilling to Leave

The day to drive Jiang Taomu away from Heavenly Dao Peak has arrived.

Lin Yang had long been lying comfortably on the lounge chair, holding a palm fan, basking in the morning's slender sunlight.

On the stone table beside him, a pot of tea brewed from Heavenly Dao tea leaves was exuding wispy steam.

He leisurely swayed the palm fan, occasionally sipping two mouthfuls of tea; his relaxed appearance made onlookers feel envious.

At that moment.

Not far ahead, a small old man soaked through and wearing a defeated expression trudged forward, weary.

This person was Jiang Taomu.

He walked up to Lin Yang, the day's fishing agreement already over, and he said with a dejected tone: "The day's fishing agreement is over; I am quite law-abiding."

Lin Yang's palm fan, halfway through its sway, suddenly stopped; he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Taomu, and teased: "Hmm, indeed a rule‑following little old man."

Then he continued swaying the fan and asked: "How was it? Did you catch any satisfactory fish?"

Jiang Taomu, upon hearing this, was like a deflated balloon.

Finally, he helplessly shook his head and said: "None."

Lin Yang gave a slight smile, then comforted him: "Don't be disheartened; fishing isn't something you can force—how could you catch your favorite fish every time?"

"As long as there is some gain, it's fine not to return empty‑handed."

Jiang Taomu drooped his head and said dejectedly: "No gain, then I suppose that's what you call returning empty‑handed."

"What does 'returning empty‑handed' mean? I'm not really sure."

Lin Yang, hearing this, looked at Jiang Taomu with a shocked expression and asked.

"No gain?"

"You returned empty‑handed?"

Jiang Taomu nodded.

Lin Yang, somewhat speechless, said: "There are so many fish in my lake, yet you didn't catch a single one?"

Jiang Taomu was lost for words.

Lin Yang continued: "With your skill, you still dare to call yourself a fishing veteran?"

Jiang Taomu opened his mouth to retort, but had nothing to say.

After all, he truly was too weak, the fish were too fierce, and he almost got dragged into the water, ending up catching nothing.

Seeing Jiang Taomu's dusty, dispirited look, Lin Yang went on teasing: "You might as well stop calling yourself Jiang Taomu."

"I have a friend named Jiang Taigong who can catch fish without any bait."

"Your name differs from his by just one character, but your fishing skill is worlds apart."

Jiang Taomu lifted his head.

He was about to ask whether that Jiang Taigong had caught the fish in this lake, where the man was now, and if he could be introduced.

However.

Lin Yang, however, waved his hand and said: "Since the day's limit is up, and you merely failed to catch a fish."

"Then! Swing your sleeves and leave this place first."

Having fulfilled righteousness and given him the due convenience, he was ultimately a person of unknown identity, unsuitable to linger long on Heavenly Dao Peak.

Jiang Taomu stared, unwilling to leave just like that; after all, he hadn't caught a single fish and still wanted to cast his line twice more into the lake, so he hurriedly said.

"I was soaked in that lake water all night; may I first have a cup of hot water?"

Lin Yang didn't stint either, pointing to the stone table and saying: "There's tea there; pour it yourself."

Jiang Taomu secretly rejoiced, thinking he could pour himself a cup of tea and sip it slowly; as long as the tea wasn't finished, the host would hardly feel comfortable chasing him away.

First do that, then make other plans later.

Thus.

He walked to the stone table, poured himself a cup of tea, and gently sniffed it.

In an instant.

A strange yet rich tea fragrance rushed forth, the scent like a spiritual snake drilling into his nostrils, as if bearing a mysterious power that instantly refreshed his spirit.

He was secretly startled.

How could this tea provoke such a strong reaction? Could it be out of the ordinary?

Next.

He lightly took a sip, and as the tea entered his mouth,

a warm, moistening power instantly spread through his body, as if countless tiny hands were gently massaging his meridians, making him feel extremely comfortable.

At the same time, a flash of insight suddenly appeared in his mind, and the places where he had previously been confused in his cultivation suddenly became clear.

It seemed as if an invisible force were helping him comprehend the Dao and enhance his perception.

Moreover, as he swallowed the mouthful of tea, he even felt his body seem to grow younger by a bit.

It seemed this tea possessed the effect of prolonging life.

This was too miraculous; Jiang Taomu stared in shock at Lin Yang.

He was utterly shocked, secretly thinking: "Could this tea be the legendary Dao‑enlightening tea?"

"Such tea is practically a treasure of heaven and earth!"

"You should know that, among the five major powers of Zhongzhou, the Heavenly Sword Sect has a tea tree of the same kind, named the Heavenly Dao tea tree."

"This old man has been fortunate enough to drink tea made from its picked leaves; sure enough, it aids in comprehending the Dao."

"However, that tea's ability to boost perception is limited, far inferior to this tea."

His gaze swept over and he happened to see a tea tree nearby.

That tea tree was surrounded by mysterious qi and full of spirituality.

Could it be…… that these tea leaves come from here?

Or perhaps it is truly the Heavenly Dao tea tree?

He thought that way.

Jiang Tamu looked even more startled at Lin Yang, secretly marveling in his heart: 'Just who is this person?'

"He possesses a peerless cultivation technique, has three holy bodies, also has a mysterious lake, and now additionally has such a miraculous Myriad Dao tea tree."

"With such foundation, such capital, why have I only just now come to know him?"

Seeing Jiang Tamu stare at him with a shocked expression,

Lin Yang couldn't help but ask: 'Is this tea unsuitable?'

"If it's unsuitable, there's also plain water."

"Shall I pour you some plain water?"

Jiang Tamu was stunned, 'I have the Heavenly Dao tea water and I don't drink it; am I sick to go drink plain water?'

He hurriedly replied: 'Suitable, suitable, I really like drinking this tea.'

Having said that,

He lifted the tea cup and drained it in one gulp.

As the tea entered his throat,

His body immediately twitched and shuddered as if electrified.

But that feeling was not painful; rather, it was extremely comfortable, as if all his pores were cheering and jumping.

He licked his lips, eyes full of longing, and said: 'Lin Yang, may I have another cup?'

Lin Yang also helplessly shook his head and said: 'Do as you please.'

Having said that,

He then covered his face with a palm-leaf fan and fell into a drowsy sleep.

At noon.

From the opposite hill came the cry of a pheasant.

The clear cry woke Lin Yang from his sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes, saw Jiang Tamu still there, and helplessly asked: 'Why are you still here? You can leave.'

Jiang Tamu hehehed, then pointed to the tea on the stone table and said: 'The tea isn't finished; you surely won't drive me away, will you?'

Lin Yang looked over; the tea leaves in the pot had already been steeped **, loose and even turning white, with no trace of essence left, while Jiang Tamu continued to drink cup after cup.

He sighed and said nothing more.

Only a flash of light was seen in his hand.

The Slay Immortal Sword appeared beneath his feet.

Then he lightly leapt onto it, stepped on the immortal sword, and flew away on sword flight, playing to his heart's content in the sky.

He hoped Jiang Tamu would eat and drink his fill, not be too thick-skinned, and leave on his own.

Thus, Jiang Tamu shamelessly clung to drinking at Heavenly Dao Peak……

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