Lu Tiandu ignored his curiosity and produced two white jade teacups and a wooden clip. Using the clip, he scooped a little spiritual tea from each jade cup. Then, taking the kettle, he simply brewed two cups of spiritual tea, covered them, and waited.
Han Li's curiosity piqued at the magical manifestation. After all, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Could this be the work of an immortal?
Could this person be the legendary immortal?
Seeing the young man in white show no interest in explanation, Han Li hesitated to ask, and continued to wait.
When half an incense stick of time had passed, Lu Tiandu lifted a bowl of spiritual tea and opened the lid. A refreshing fragrance immediately filled the stone room.
He took a sip, and a wonderful feeling of refreshment washed over him.
"You can have one too!" Lu Tiandu said calmly, glancing at the other cup of tea.
"This..."
Han Li hesitated, looked up at the handsome face of the young man in white, and quickly forced a smile: "Thank you for the tea, senior!"
Sure enough, after experiencing the life experiences of Li Feiyu and Doctor Mo, Han Li became more cautious in his actions.
Han Li bravely lifted the teacup. The white jade cup felt incredibly soft to the touch, clearly crafted from the finest jade. Ordinary people probably couldn't afford it, he thought.
He lifted the lid, and a refreshing fragrance instantly filled his face. He inhaled, a shiver running through his nostrils, and then a strange sense of comfort relaxed his tense mind.
Several emerald green leaves in the cup floated up and down like floating duckweed.
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Han Li took a sip from the teacup. Suddenly, a surge of spiritual energy surged within him.
Involuntarily, he activated the Changchun Gong, and his "Changchun Qi" increased slightly.
"This spiritual tea will benefit your cultivation. Don't waste it!"
a gentle voice echoed, belonging to the young man in white.
"Thank you, senior, for the tea!" Han Li bowed again, this time expressing a more sincere gratitude.
The tea was soon empty. Lu Tiandu performed a small cleansing spell, and a pool of clear water appeared in the air. He grabbed the teacup and spun it around.
This scene left Han Li, still savoring his spiritual tea, stunned.
After cleaning, Lu Tiandu casually pointed, and clear water, swirling with discarded tea leaves, shot out the door. The tea utensils on the table were instantly collected by Lu Tiandu.
In reality, from his initial enigmatic demeanor to his invitation to Han Li to drink spiritual tea, Lu Tiandu had orchestrated it all.
Through these two incidents, Lu Tiandu had been observing Han Li. While still far behind the later Old Demon Han, the foundation of Han Li's cautious, flexible, and calculated character had already been laid.
Since his probing was nearly complete, Lu Tiandu got straight to the point.
"What's your name? Do you realize the disaster that's looming? Your so-called master is conspiring with others to possess your body?" Lu Tiandu said with a chuckle.
"With a physique of four spiritual roots, I didn't expect two people to be interested in you. I don't know if I should call you lucky or unlucky?"
"Han Li, may I ask what your name is, Senior?" Han Li's eyes were filled with confusion, and his tone was sincere. "What does 'possession' mean? Could you please clarify this for me?"
He had sensed years ago that his so-called master, Doctor Mo, had ill intentions towards him, but he had never understood what it was about him that made Doctor Mo so interested. He didn't believe anything
about Doctor Mo's claims of using Changchun Qi to heal injuries. Lu Tiandu briefly explained the practice of possession in the world of immortal cultivation and brought up the concept of spiritual roots, which immediately shocked Han Li.
"What? Doctor Mo wants to take over my body? And there's someone watching?" Han Li's face darkened, his already dark complexion darkening even more.
"Just because I have what the immortal cultivators call 'spiritual roots'?" Han Li didn't know what he was feeling right now. "They took my body just so they could cultivate?"
Looking at the slightly agitated yet still bewildered Han Li, Lu Tiandu said calmly,
"Although you're practicing the Changchun Gong, a common wood-attributed technique in the immortal cultivation world, and have already reached the fifth level, you don't know what it means to cultivate..."
"Today, I'll show you the methods of an immortal cultivator. Why are these two so obsessed with possessing a body capable of cultivating immortality?"
With this, Lu Tiandu formed a hand seal and swished through the air. A half-foot-long fiery snake suddenly appeared within the stone house. As it swirled and swirled, a terrifying heat filled the room, instantly raising the temperature several notches higher.
Han Li, surprised by the sudden appearance of the fiery snake, quickly stepped back, ignoring the unbearable heat surrounding him as he stared intently at the snake that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Go!"
Lu Tiandu casually pointed, and the fire snake suddenly burst through the doorway, rapidly shooting towards a large tree dozens of feet outside the house.
"Boom..."
An explosion echoed from outside.
Han Li immediately used the Luoyan Step to run towards the explosion outside the house. Looking at the tree trunk reduced to ash, he felt a mixture of fear and relief.
"Now you understand why they are fighting for your body? Is this just the most common method used by immortal cultivators? If one cultivates to a high level, ascending to the heavens and descending to the earth, moving mountains and filling the sea, and achieving immortality are all commonplace..."
Lu Tiandu said, watching Han Li return to the house. "A so-called martial arts master from the Seven Profound Sects can be easily killed by a cultivator at the beginning of Qi Refining..."
"So, if it were you, faced with all the benefits of immortal cultivation, what would you decide?"
Lu Tian asked with a smile.
After hearing Lu Tiandu's words, Han Li's expression changed several times, and finally fell silent.
The silence itself spoke for itself.
"Please accept me as your disciple, Senior!" Han Li suddenly knelt, his expression respectful, and bowed deeply.
(End of this chapter)