The day Shen Qingci traveled to the world of immortality, he thought he was the darling of heaven. Until she discovered that her immortal bones, which were envied by everyone, were incomplete, and her cultivation was stuck at the foundation of a hundred years, unable to make any progress. What's worse is that the entire sect regards her as a substitute for the fallen senior sister Bai Yueguang. Even her master Yun Che, who she has had a crush on for three hundred years, looks at her as if he is looking at another person through her. Shen Qingci decided to throw away his troubles, packed his bags and went down the mountain, and found a border town to open a teahouse. She made tea, listened to books, and raised a parrot that could only roll its eyes. Her days were as fluffy and warm as a sun-drenched quilt. Until the great competition in the world of cultivation, when the demon king came to the fore, her glorious master, dressed in blood-stained white clothes, pointed his sword at the sky, but asked her hoarsely in front of everyone: "Aci, your tea... Can you have a refill?" Shen Qingci looked at the yellowed paper under the teapot with her real birthday and eight characters written on it, and smiled at the master for the first time: "Master, tie the tea money, with interest, for three hundred years."
