Start at Full Level: My Teahouse Connects All Worlds

I opened a shabby teahouse in a small mortal town. Immortal disciples laughed at the rusty sword I used to draw water from the well as scrap metal. The magic master said that the crude tea I brewed was horse urine. Until that day, the four immortal sects joined forces to besiege my thatched roof. I sighed and pulled out the rusty iron sword from the well. The sword light flashed, and the sky split into thousands of miles. Sitting on the wicker chair, I picked up the cool tea cup and said, "The tea is cold. Can any of you boil some water?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.