Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

The teacup slid gently across the table, making a soft scraping sound, before finally coming to rest in front of Xiao Se.

The tea in the cup was crystal clear, and the few dry, yellowish tea leaves were slowly unfurling in the water. Apart from that, there was nothing particularly special about it.

There was neither an aura of spiritual power nor any strange phenomena.

It looks like a regular, even somewhat low-quality, overnight tea.

Xiao Se looked down at the cup of tea, and for the first time, hesitation and struggle appeared in his usually calm and unwavering eyes.

letter?

Still don't believe it?

If the tea were poisoned, given his current physical condition, he would probably be going to meet the King of Hell on the spot.

But if it really works...

Xiao Se raised his head and took a deep look at Su Changqing, who was fighting with his daughter for a chicken leg.

This man is too mysterious.

It was so mysterious that even the self-proclaimed infallible Prince Tianqi felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

But he could also sense that Su Changqing had no ill intentions towards him.

That look was more like an elder looking at a wounded junior, with a hint of mockery and a touch of pity.

"What? You're afraid to drink?"

Su Changqing glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Still afraid I'll poison you? Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to go through all that trouble; a single finger would suffice."

"snort."

Xiao Se snorted lightly, his arrogance returning, "There's no tea in this world that I, Xiao Se, dare not drink."

After saying that, he picked up the teacup, and without caring whether it was hot or not, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp!

Gurgle.

The tea went down my throat.

My first impression was of bitterness.

That astringent bitterness spread across the tip of my tongue, like eating a mouthful of bitter melon.

"It really is inferior tea..." This thought had just risen in Xiao Se's mind.

next second.

boom!

The tea that entered my stomach seemed to explode instantly, transforming into a powerful yet gentle warm current!

This warm current did not surge wildly like true qi, but rather seemed to have a spirit, accurately finding the hidden meridians in his body that had long since withered and broken!

"Hmm!"

Xiao Se let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning red, and veins bulging on his forehead.

pain!

But it wasn't the kind of tearing, excruciating pain; rather, it was a tingling, numbing sensation, like rain after a long drought!

It's like withered trees coming back to life, like broken bones regenerating!

In his perception, those hidden meridians that had been ruined for many years and tormented him like needles on rainy days were now enveloped by that warm current and began to slowly wriggle and repair themselves!

The chilling aura that had accompanied him year-round melted away as quickly as lingering snow under the impact of this warm current!

"This...this is..."

Xiao Se suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting violently.

He could clearly feel that his body had become lighter!

The heavy feeling that had been weighing on my heart for many years had actually dissipated by more than half!

Although the hidden meridians were not fully repaired (after all, this was just an ordinary cup of enlightenment tea, not an elixir), at least 10% of their vitality was restored!

As long as he has this glimmer of hope, he will no longer be a useless person!

He will be able to start cultivating again!

Even starting over is better than waiting to die!

"How is this possible..."

Xiao Se's hand holding the teacup trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Even the renowned physician from Medicine King Valley declared that my hidden meridians were incurable... What kind of tea is this?!"

He suddenly looked at Su Changqing, his eyes completely changing.

If his previous feelings towards Su Changqing were one of fear and curiosity, now they were one of shock and awe from the depths of his soul!

A cup of tea can change your destiny!

What kind of tavern owner is this?

This is clearly a celestial being descended to earth!

"Xiao Se? What's wrong?"

Lei Wujie, who was busy devouring a chicken leg, finally noticed something was wrong. With half a chicken still stuffed in his mouth, he asked indistinctly,

"Why is your face so red? Is this tea delicious? I want some too!"

As he spoke, this simpleton actually reached out to grab the teapot.

"Don't move!"

Xiao Se suddenly shouted, grabbing the teapot protectively. His eyes were as fierce as a wolf guarding its prey. "This is mine! If you want some, go buy your own!"

Lei Wujie was startled: "It's just a cup of tea, why are you being so fierce? Stingy!"

Xiao Se ignored him and carefully poured the remaining few drops of water from the teapot into her cup, drinking it all up without leaving a drop.

Then, he put down his teacup, straightened his clothes, and stood up.

At this moment, he was no longer the lazy, frivolous innkeeper, nor the down-on-his-luck wanderer of the martial world.

The noble aura that belonged to the Tianqi royal family emanated from him was released without reservation at this moment.

He faced Su Changqing, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle.

"I will forever remember your great kindness, sir."

Xiao Se's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight: "This cup of tea saved my life, and it saved my future. If you ever need my services, sir, I will serve you with my life!"

This is a promise.

A promise from Xiao Chuhe, the sixth prince of Beili!

If the people in Tianqi City were to see this bow, they would probably be so frightened that they wouldn't be able to sleep.

How could the arrogant Prince Yong'an, who didn't even submit to the emperor, possibly perform such a grand ceremony for a nobody from the martial arts world?

"Alright, alright, stop getting so emotional."

Su Changqing waved his hand, still maintaining a nonchalant demeanor.

"It's just a cup of tea, nothing much. I just like you and it was a small favor. Besides, your friend made my daughter quite happy, so this is a return gift."

Lei Wujie pointed at himself: "Huh? I have that much influence?"

Su Changqing ignored him and continued speaking to Xiao Se: "Your injuries have not fully healed. This tea can only treat the symptoms. To cure the root cause, you will have to work hard yourself. However, at least you now have the means to survive."

"Xiao Se understands."

Xiao Se said respectfully.

He knew that such a divine substance could not be supplied in unlimited quantities. To have even a cup was an incredible stroke of luck.

"Sit down and eat, the food is getting cold."

Su Changqing greeted him.

Xiao Se then sat down again, but his attitude had changed completely.

His gaze towards Su Changqing held a new, cautious curiosity.

This man was not only a master of martial arts, but his medical skills were also nothing short of miraculous.

Moreover, he knows the hidden meridians in his body like the back of his hand. Could he really see through everything?

Why would someone like that be willing to live in seclusion in this small Snowmoon City and run a run-down tavern?

He even married the infamous Snow Moon Sword Immortal?

Xiao Se took a deep breath and solemnly bowed to Su Changqing, saying, "I will forever remember your great kindness, sir. May I ask... who exactly are you?"

Su Changqing waved his hand: "Just an ordinary man who dotes on his wife."