Chapter 1007 - 715: Shocking Aerial Incident

Chapter 1007: Chapter 715: Shocking Aerial Incident

The restrictive wards on the door flashed faintly and silently dispersed.

Standing outside was the gentle-natured courier Qin Shiya.

She had changed into a water-blue dress that accentuated her fair complexion, her lips curving into a smile and her eyes shimmering.

"Fellow Daoist Qin?"

Shen Xuan stood at the doorway, his figure just blocking it, with no intention of stepping aside for her to enter.

"Is there something you need?"

Qin Shiya’s eyes twinkled as she quickly glanced down the empty corridor, then raised a delicate spirit stone bag in her hand, her smile softening further: "Captain Liang specifically instructed me to return this item to Pill Master Shen."

Shen Xuan took it, and scanned it with his divine sense—it was indeed the five pieces of upper grade spirit stones.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qin, for making the trip. Please convey my gratitude to Captain Liang."

Shen Xuan put away the spirit stone bag.

"Pill Master Shen..."

Qin Shiya moved a half-step forward, and a faint fragrance drifted over.

"Aren’t you inviting Shiya to come in and sit for a while?"

The night was deep and silent, a solitary visit with an implication that was unmistakable.

Shen Xuan’s expression remained unchanged, he shook his head slightly: "It’s late, and I need to calm my mind and meditate. Fellow Daoist Qin, let’s converse another day."

He had no intention of getting involved with a female cultivator of Qin Shiya’s background.

With no advantage to gain, it was best to define boundaries and avoid issues.

Qin Shiya’s enchanting smile froze slightly on her face, a hint of disappointment flitted across her eyes.

It then transformed into a subtle sense of grievance as she gave Shen Xuan a deep look.

"Very well. Another day, I’ll seek guidance from Pill Master Shen."

She was straightforward and turned to leave, her dress trailing silently down the corridor of the cabin.

Shen Xuan closed the door.

However, after just a stick of incense had burned.

A minor disturbance came from the restrictive wards outside the door once more.

This time, it was a cool voice.

"Shen Xingchen, open the door! It’s me."

It was the veiled female cultivator Tang Qingyan.

A Golden Core cultivator with formidable lineage.

Shen Xuan pondered for a moment and then waved to deactivate the restrictions.

Outside, Tang Qingyan still wore a white dress, her veil covering her face, only exposing a pair of clear, sharp eyes.

Without waiting for Shen Xuan to speak, she stepped aside into the room, closing the door with a backward motion.

"Let’s talk inside."

The tone was natural, as if she was entering her own quarters.

As soon as she entered, Tang Qingyan raised her hand and cast a spell, instantly creating a soft sound barrier around the room.

Shen Xuan walked over to the table and took out the tea set.

Tang Qingyan directly asked, with a hint of displeasure in her voice: "Shen Xingchen, why did you give them spirit stones?"

Shen Xuan’s movements did not pause, as he used his fingertips to ignite fire to boil spirit water, his tone casual: "Fellow Daoist Tang, why rush? Sit down first, and enjoy this tea of mine. This tea is rare, you probably haven’t tasted it before."

Tang Qingyan, hearing this, glared at Shen Xuan with the eyes exposed from her veil, staring at him for several seconds, as if measuring him.

In the end, she walked over to the table and sat down.

Shen Xuan pushed a cup of tea steeped in cold essence to her.

The tea was clear, with faint thread-like crystal forms suspended, emitting a pure and refreshing aroma, invigorating the divine soul.

Tang Qingyan hesitated for a moment, picked up the tea, and took a sip.

The icy tea slide down her throat, turning into a stream of pure and gentle ice spiritual Qi, nourishing her meridians.

A hint of coolness penetrated her sea of consciousness, cleansing her mind.

"Good tea!"

A flicker of amazement crossed her eyes as she sincerely praised.

Truly rare tea, high grade, and of the rare ice attribute.

"Naturally it’s good tea."

Shen Xuan said calmly, "Flowing Frost Cold Soul, Tier Three Spirit Tea, grown on snow plains, a century yields just a batch."

"Can you give me some?"

Tang Qingyan put down her cup, looked at Shen Xuan, and asked straightforwardly.

Shen Xuan didn’t respond directly, instead pulling out a palm-sized small jade pot from his storage pouch and placing it before her.

Tang Qingyan opened the pot lid, and a rich, cool tea aroma wafted out.

The tea leaves within were jade-colored with faint frost patterns, roughly five ounces in quantity.

A flash of joy crossed her eyes as she collected it without hesitation.

"By the way. Pill Master Shen, your alchemy, is it profitable?"

"Adequate, just enough to get by." Shen Xuan replied casually.

"You haven’t answered my earlier question!"

Tang Qingyan remembered, her tone serious, with a hint of reproachful disappointment.

"Why give Moon Rising Sect’s juniors an advantage?"

Shen Xuan chuckled, took a sip of his tea, and said, "It’s nothing more than giving Moon Rising Sect some face. Traveling outside, one fewer trouble is better than more."

"Hmph!"

Tang Qingyan snorted, even more disgruntled.

"Moon Rising Sect, such arrogance! I will reclaim this honor sooner or later! A mere few incompetent juniors dare to bully me!"

Shen Xuan didn’t reply, quietly savoring the tea, his expression tranquil.

Seeing him indifferent and unconcerned, Tang Qingyan bit her lip, ultimately deciding not to continue the topic.

She stood up, walked to the door, paused, and glanced back at Shen Xuan.

"By the way, my name is Tang Qingyan, a disciple of Sword Storage Pavilion."

Tang Qingyan suddenly revealed her identity, her eyes firmly fixed on Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan looked up, meeting her gaze, his tone still calm: "Shen Xingchen, a loose cultivator."

Tang Qingyan stared at him for several seconds, her expression under the veil unreadable.

Ultimately, she said nothing more, holding the jade tea pot tightly, opened the door, and vanished.

This evening was destined for unrest.

Soon enough, the restrictive wards outside were triggered again.

This time, the visitor was the cunning and charming Wu Jiajun.

Shen Xuan welcomed him inside, treating him with spirit tea as well.

Wu Jiajun raised the cup, sniffed the tea aroma, took a small sip, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, he praised: "Pill Master Shen’s tea is indeed extraordinary, the spiritual Qi is pure, penetrating the divine soul, a great tea."