The Primordial Era: Starting with Jingwei Filling the Sea

The Red Robe Ancestor's temple is called the Tea God Temple. The palace is filled with tea culture and the aroma of tea. The walls and pillars are carved with murals and patterns related to tea.

The most eye-catching thing is the mural above the main hall, which depicts Shennong, the Great Emperor, tasting hundreds of herbs and suffering from seventy-two kinds of immortal poisons, which were cured by a cup of fragrant tea from the Red-Robed Ancestor.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yang gained a better understanding of the Red-Robed Ancestor.

The Red-Robed Ancestor was likely a powerful figure with accumulated merit, which is why he wasn't taken advantage of after his cultivation level declined. Who would bother with someone who posed no threat and whose death would damage their own merit and fortune?

Even those immortals who coveted the Red-Robed Ancestor's treasures would patiently await his death. Once the Red-Robed Ancestor was dead, wouldn't the treasures be within their grasp?

The Red-Robed Ancestor trusted Fang Yang completely, and he had no suspicion of Fang Yang at all along the way.

He felt that regardless of whether Fang Yang was truly righteous or just pretending, since Fang Yang had stepped forward to protect the reputation of the Jie Sect, he would definitely not do anything that would damage the reputation of the Jie Sect.

It has to be said that the older generation of experts had a keen eye for people. Fang Yang established a persona for himself and wouldn't go against it.

Of course, Fang Yang wasn't a rigid person. He would naturally follow the rules when he should, and he didn't mind being a despicable person when he shouldn't.

"Fellow Daoist, this is my newly refined Three Thousand Mortal World Tea. Please have a taste."

With a wave of his hand, the old patriarch in red robes poured Fang Yang a cup of divine tea. This cup of tea was filled with the aura of the mortal world; as soon as the lid was lifted, a cacophony of worldly noise emanated from the tea.

The tea was crystal clear, without a trace of impurity. Yet, Fang Yang could sense from the tea the emotions of many people in the mortal world, such as joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, birth, aging, sickness and death.

Fang Yang picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

The tea entered his throat, but no spiritual energy entered his body, nor did it grant him any enlightenment. Yet, Fang Yang's heart felt as if it had been pulled into the mortal world. In that instant, Fang Yang seemed to have experienced countless reincarnations and lived countless lives.

Fang Yang had never experienced this feeling before. In a short instant, his Dao Heart had become much more refined.

In an instant, Fang Yang regained his senses: "The Three Thousand Mortal World Tea truly lives up to its reputation. This single cup of tea surpasses many acquired elixirs. The wonder of the tea ceremony is beyond words!"

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch in red robes' eyes lit up. This was the first time someone had compared his tea ceremony to his alchemy.

Cultivators throughout the world, whether or not they practice alchemy, highly value the art of alchemy. While his tea ceremony may not be as profound and mysterious as his alchemy, it still has its unique aspects.

Fang Yang's words already acknowledged his tea ceremony.

The red-robed patriarch clapped his hands and laughed heartily, even the deathly aura on his face fading slightly: "This humble Daoist has studied the art of tea for countless eons, and this is the first time I've been so highly regarded. Fellow Daoist Fang Yang, you are truly a kindred spirit to me!"

He was originally a personified being with the innate spiritual root of Da Hong Pao tea, who created the tea ceremony and attained the Great Luo realm. Later, he even rescued the Shennong Emperor, introduced medicinal tea to the human race, saved countless lives, and accumulated countless merits.

However, no one has ever regarded his tea ceremony as a path of spiritual practice.

Fang Yang's words made him extremely happy.

Fang Yang put down his teacup, his face serious: "All the laws of heaven and earth can be the Dao. Fellow Daoist, you have attained the Great Luo Dao through the Dao of Tea, and even cultivated to the Quasi-Saint Realm. It is evident that the Dao of Tea is also a path to immortality."

The red-robed patriarch was deeply moved and nodded repeatedly, "Excellent, excellent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden light of merit flashed around him, and his previously weakened aura temporarily stabilized. For a powerful being like him, whose life was hanging by a thread, having his Dao heart recognized was more effective than any elixir.

Seeing this, Fang Yang knew the time was right and stopped beating around the bush: "To be honest, fellow Daoist, I've come here for the innate spiritual treasure you possess. If you give me the innate spiritual treasure, I have a way to help you achieve liberation. Not only that, I will also make your disciple an outer disciple of our sect."

Since he had to say it sooner or later, Fang Yang decided to just lay it all out. His two promises were absolutely sincere.

Upon hearing this, the Red-Robed Ancestor was deeply moved; his heart pounded uncontrollably. What had he just heard? Fang Yang was actually going to help him dissolve his physical body, and moreover, he would allow his disciple to join the Jie Sect.

These two things are exactly what he needs most right now.

The Red-Robed Ancestor knew he possessed great merit and would surely return after his fall. However, who knew what the primordial world would be like after his return? As for his two disciples, if Fang Yang could truly make Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao outer disciples of the Jie Sect, he would no longer need to worry about their safety.

He has lived for countless years and has never heard of a sage or great teacher's disciple being killed and annihilated, body and soul.

"Really? Really?"

The old patriarch in red robes was trembling. In his heart, nothing was more important than the safety of his disciples and his own liberation.

"Really? Really?"

The old patriarch in red robes was trembling. In his heart, nothing was more important than the safety of his disciples and his own liberation.

Fang Yang straightened his expression and nodded to the red-robed patriarch: "I am a disciple personally taught by the Sage Tongtian. Fellow Daoist, you should know that the Sage does not speak falsely."

Sages are the most revered beings in the world; they have no reason to utter falsehoods. Their words are always true.

Although Fang Yang is not a saint, he would not use his status as a direct disciple of a saint to swindle and deceive, unless he wanted to be expelled from the sect by the Tongtian Sect Leader.

"Excellent...excellent! What a sage's personal disciple, what a worthy student of the Intercepting Sect!"

The old man in the red robe slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair and burst into laughter. Having received Fang Yang's promise, the depression in his heart vanished.

"The Falling Treasure Coin has become a hot potato for me, so I'll give it to you today, fellow Daoist!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and a point of golden light fell into the void.

A magical treasure, neither gold nor jade, shaped like an ancient coin, was suspended in mid-air. The front of the coin was inscribed with the words "Luo Bao" (落宝), while the back was inscribed with the words "Jin Qian" (金钱). The coin exuded an aura that suppressed all treasures and heavenly magic weapons.

Fang Yang felt that his Purple Lightning Hammer and Yin-Yang Gourd seemed to be intimidated by this aura, and their spiritual light dimmed considerably.

He immediately knew that the ancient coin in front of him was the famous Luobao Jinqian coin.

"This treasure can destroy all acquired and innate magical treasures in the world; however, each activation will deplete one's own fortune. I myself activated it once, and my fortune was damaged, which is why I am in this predicament today. Fellow Daoist, please use this treasure with caution!"

The old patriarch in red robes solemnly gave these instructions.

Fang Yang solemnly accepted the Treasure-Dropping Coin with both hands, his heart sinking slightly. He naturally wouldn't activate the Treasure-Dropping Coin; he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the Red-Robed Ancestor.

"This humble Taoist thanks you for your kindness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and took out a divine object. With a loud boom, an ancient well appeared out of thin air and landed in the hall.

The Well of Wishes is a divine object that can grant wishes, but the price is always a trade-off. Fang Yang studied this treasure for a long time after obtaining it, and now is the time to put it to good use.

As usual, I'll write as many chapters as I can. My abilities are limited, so I dare not make any empty promises.