The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

He sighed softly, turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Behind them, two women exchanged a smile and quickly followed.

Sunlight streamed onto the bluestone path, casting long shadows of the three people.

At the courtyard gate, Taiqingzi wiped his sweat and murmured:

"The Holy Master is probably in for a headache now."

Zhennanguan Subdistrict.

Chen Xuan walked in front, with Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er following three steps behind, maintaining a just-right distance, neither too close nor too far.

We stopped in front of a tea stall.

The stall owner was an elderly man with white hair. When he saw Wu Minghuang, he immediately tried to kneel down, but she stopped him by raising her hand: "Old lady, there's no need for such formalities. Just continue doing business as usual."

"Yes...yes!"

The old man nervously wiped his hands. "What kind of tea would you three distinguished guests like? I have 'Cloud and Mist Spirit Tea,' a specialty of southern Xinjiang, which is refreshing and good for the eyes..."

"Three bowls." Chen Xuan sat down.

Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er also sat down, one on each side, sandwiching him in the middle.

The tea was served quickly, its aroma filling the air.

Chen Xuan picked up the bowl and took a sip. The taste was acceptable, but the spiritual energy was thin, unlike the ancient teas from Qingcheng Mountain that had been around for thousands of years.

Wu Minghuang also took a sip and frowned: "The spiritual energy is insufficient. I'll have someone fetch some good tea from the palace storeroom later."

"No need."

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Ordinary tea has its own flavor."

Shangguan Wan'er held the teacup and said softly, "The master is still the same as always, saying that cultivators should not be too extravagant."

Chen Xuan glanced at her: "You still remember."

"I remember every word you said, Master."

Shangguan Wan'er lowered her head and drank her tea, her ears slightly red.

Wu Minghuang glanced at her, said nothing, but simply picked out the lotus seeds from the bowl and put them into Chen Xuan's bowl: "Master likes to eat lotus seeds."

Chen Xuan: "......."

He clearly doesn't like to eat it.

But seeing Wu Minghuang's expectant eyes, he silently ate it.

Seeing this, Shangguan Wan'er also picked out the osmanthus flowers from her bowl and put them into Chen Xuan's bowl: "Sir, you also love osmanthus flowers."

Chen Xuan: "......."

He doesn't actually like osmanthus flowers.

Wu Minghuang raised an eyebrow: "Wan'er, Master doesn't like osmanthus flowers."

"Love".

Shangguan Wan'er insisted, "In my previous life, my husband drank the osmanthus soup I made and said it tasted good."

"That's just polite talk."

"no."

The two stared at each other, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.

Chen Xuan put down his teacup and stood up: "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Back to Qingcheng Mountain."

Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er stood up at the same time.

"I'll go back with you."

"This disciple will go too."

Chen Xuan paused, turned around and looked at them: "The Taoist temple on Qingcheng Mountain is too small to accommodate everyone."

"It's okay, I can stay next door."

Wu Minghuang smiled and said, "I have already asked Taiqingzi to make arrangements to build a separate courtyard next to the Taoist temple."

Shangguan Wan'er nodded: "This disciple may stay in a side room."

Chen Xuan rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.

The days to come... are unlikely to be peaceful.

Three days later, Qingcheng Mountain

The Taoist temple remains quiet, except for a new courtyard under construction next door.

Lu Yao squatted at the courtyard gate, watching the craftsmen coming and going, and muttered softly, "Senior brother, are the two older sisters really moving in next door?"

Chen Xuan was pruning plum branches in the courtyard when he heard this and hummed in response.

"Then...aren't they fierce?"

Lu Yao was somewhat worried, "One is an empress, and the other is a former female prime minister; both are very important figures..."

"Won't."

Chen Xuan trimmed a dead branch. "They... are fairly easy to get along with."

At least it used to be.

That's not necessarily true now.

Just then, footsteps came from the mountain path.

Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er walked side by side, both of them dressed in casual clothes.

Wu Minghuang was dressed in red, while Shangguan Wan'er wore a moon-white long dress. One was as bright as fire, and the other as cold as snow. As they walked on the mountain path, even the birds forgot to sing.

"teacher!"

Wu Minghuang waved from afar, "The villa will be completed in three days. I'll bring you meals every day then!"

Shangguan Wan'er smiled: "This disciple can also help."

Lu Yao blinked and whispered to Chen Xuan, "Senior brother, do they... all like you?"

Chen Xuan's hand trembled, and he cut the wrong branch.

He turned back, looked at the two people approaching, and sighed softly:

"Perhaps."

"Who does your senior brother like?"

Chen Xuan remained silent for a long time before putting down the scissors:

"Those who cultivate themselves do not discuss matters of love and romance."

Before the words were finished, Wu Minghuang had already arrived at the courtyard gate, smiling and saying:

"Sir, I'll be cooking today. What would you like to eat?"

Shangguan Wan'er also said, "This disciple can also cook a few dishes."

Chen Xuan looked at them, then at Lu Yao who looked on with curiosity, and suddenly felt...

This mountain will probably never be peaceful again.