Checking in for 100,000 Years

"What kind of tea is this?"

The Yoga Deity’s beautiful eyes lit up as she discreetly glanced over, unable to hide her astonishment.

Each tea leaf was sparkling green, covered in patterns of the great Tao, with an ancient and profound aura wafting toward her.

All these years she had lived.

The Yoga Deity had never seen such tea leaves, akin to celestial tea.

Though her Dao Heart was unwavering, she couldn’t help but wish to seize that jade bottle and stuff the tea leaves into her mouth.

Relying on remarkable intuition.

The Yoga Deity believed that swallowing a single leaf would bring unimaginable benefits.

Ye Yun calmly observed the expressions of the Yoga Deity and the white-clad woman.

"Saintess, how are my gifts?"

He chuckled lightly.

"Good!"

The white-clad woman took a deep breath and said solemnly.

Such a gift was simply too good to be true.

As the Saintess of the Holy Buddhist Sect, a God King expert, she had never seen such a heaven-defying gift in her life.

At this moment.

The white-clad woman suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Having received so much good tea from just one trip on the Celestial Boat, did she take advantage?

Though this thought flashed in her mind, it took root.

She began to ponder how to reciprocate.

A peculiar fragrance lingered at her nose.

"Does this tea have a name?"

The white-clad woman held the bottle with her other jade hand, took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and looked at Ye Yun with great seriousness.

"Mandala Immortal Tea."

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

He had brought out this tea before on the Cangnan Continent; it was his usual drink.

In his storehouse, there were many teas better than the Mandala Immortal Tea.

However, Ye Yun was not yet willing to present them.

Mandala Immortal Tea had a very high grade, so Ye Yun took out only a dozen leaves.

For Ye Yun, the dozen leaves were insignificant.

So, he regarded these tea leaves as gifts for the Saintess of the Holy Buddhist Sect.

"Mandala Immortal Tea?

How come I have never heard of it? Where did you get it, sir?"

The white-clad woman’s eyebrows slightly knitted.

"By a stroke of luck, I acquired it in an ancient relic, with over a hundred leaves. I drank part of them, and the remainder I am giving to the Saintess!"

Ye Yun said with an easy smile.

Upon hearing this, the white-clad woman’s gaze focused on Ye Yun. Her previously bright and calm eyes became distressed.

This Divine Monarch Realm fellow was really wasting heavenly resources.

Such Immortal Tea.

If given to a God King expert like her, the benefits would be beyond imagination.

This fellow was recklessly wasting valuable resources.

The Mandala Immortal Tea was consumed by him in such quantities that even her steadfast Dao Heart began to bleed.

"You little cultivator are truly squandering heavenly resources. If you’d given these tea leaves to the Saintess sooner, you could ascend to greatness in no time..."

The Yoga Deity gritted her teeth, lamenting his missed opportunities.

"Yoga Deity, what do you mean I’m squandering heavenly resources? By drinking these tea leaves, I broke through to the Divine Monarch Realm. I feel that’s more than worthy of these leaves..."

Ye Yun shrugged, smiling lightly.

"This guy really is a privileged scion, blindly wasting such precious tea leaves..." Standing behind Ye Yun, Master Hongyun clenched his fists, his forehead veins bulged in frustration but dared not speak.

His complaints were only muttered inwardly, never aloud in Ye Yun’s presence.

After all, he was the weakest in terms of cultivation base here.

Upon hearing Ye Yun’s words.

The Yoga Deity, annoyed, couldn’t help but sarcastically ask, "This gentleman, you speak so sharply. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

"I belong to no sect, but my family is wealthy. We don’t care about these external possessions..."

Ye Yun flipped his eyelids with a bold proclamation.

"You come from an ancient noble family, no wonder the foundation is so profound..."

The Yoga Deity frowned slightly, displeased, and no longer wished to speak with Ye Yun.

To the Sect Master of the Yoga Master Palace, the white-clad youth was merely a spoiled scion squandering resources.

She despised such noble family descendants.

Seeing Ye Yun and the Yoga Deity clash, and his words not yielding an inch, the white-clad woman made a decision.

No matter how one sees it, this small bottle of Mandala Immortal Tea was vital for her future cultivation.

This gift, she would wholeheartedly accept.

Initially, she only intended to joke.

To make the two young cultivators give up.

However, what the Saintess of the Holy Buddhist Sect did not expect was one noble family disciple being so generous, presenting even Mandala Immortal Tea unbeknownst to her.

This grand gesture stunned the Saintess, compelling her to offer a journey for these two.

"Saintess, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Ye Yun looked at the stunning Saintess in front of him and said with a smile.

Undeniably.

She was indeed beautiful.

She was like a lotus blooming unstained from mud, that beauty—transcendent and pure, leaving a deep impression.

Ten thousand years ago.

Though Ye Yun had many confidantes, none were from the Buddha Sect.

After all, on the Cangnan Continent, sects of the Buddha were mostly populated by monks.

Ye Yun’s gaze, without restraint, fell on the white-clad woman.

The white-clad woman’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The Yoga Deity sensed the Saintess’s displeasure and quickly said, "I say, guy, don’t stare at our Saintess with that lecherous gaze, or you’ll die miserably!"

"Everyone appreciates beauty. I bear no disrespect towards the Saintess’ beauty..."

Ye Yun shrugged, defending his stance.

Despite his casual words, they terrified Master Hongyun.

"This guy is outrageously bold! A Divine Monarch Realm young monk, facing these terrifying powers in the Holy Buddha Sect, still dares to be insolent? Truly doesn’t know fear!"

Master Hongyun grumbled mentally.

As the saying goes, when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the pond suffer.

If Ye Yun acted insolently and angered these powerful figures, resulting in his demise, Master Hongyun surely wouldn’t survive either.

Then, even his master arriving would be powerless.

After all.

While he trusted his master’s capabilities, he doubted the master could achieve Divine King Realm within just ten thousand years.

"What is your name?"

The Yoga Saint looked at Ye Yun, asking irritably.

"My name is Ye Chen."

Ye Yun blurted out, crafting a name for himself.

The name sounded humble, matching his nature.

"Ye Chen, our Saintess of the Holy Buddha Sect is compassionate and skilled in the salvation of all beings. You, as a lecherous rogue, are just the right target for salvation!"

The Yoga Deity sneeringly remarked.

"Salvation of all beings?"

Ye Yun paused, gazing again at the breathtaking white-clad woman.

Hmm...

She looked more beautiful the more he gazed, truly lovely and elegant.

Upon hearing the Yoga Deity’s words.

The white-clad woman’s lips curved into a smile.

"Due to my cultivation method, I indeed excel in the Buddhist Path salvation of all beings. But don’t misunderstand, it won’t endanger your life, just draws you nearer to the Buddhist Path..."

She smiled as she spoke.