I Became the Leader of the Mystic World by Selling Herbal Tea

1.

Chi Sang, the junior sister of the Human Pot Sect, accidentally stepped into a formation her founding ancestor had casually set up on the back mountain while planting spiritual tea seedlings, and transmigrated to the modern world more than a thousand years later.

In this Age of Declining Dharma, spiritual energy was scarce. She figured that no matter how hard she cultivated, she'd only get so far, so she gave up on pushing herself and instead set up a pill furnace to boil water. She opened a herbal tea shop and spent her days fanning herself, teasing cats, and brewing tea.

One day, deep in the heart of the city, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, her little shop, Huwantang, suddenly became a sensation.

Customer 1: Ever since I started drinking this herbal tea, I haven't had mouth sores or bad breath. Thanks, boss, for helping me find a girlfriend!

Customer 2: Still struggling with insomnia? Buy this shop's herbal tea and you'll be out cold the moment your head hits the pillow. After I wake up, I can even handle ten more days of overtime!

Customer 3: Ahem, even my hemorrhoids don't hurt anymore...

Before long, disciples of all the great masters of the mystic sects were coming down the mountains in droves, lining up obediently to buy tea.

Disciples: What can we do? The sect's mountain is too high for delivery runners to reach.

Masters: What can we do? We have to rack up enough VIP spending before we can invite the grandmaster out!

2.

When Chi Sang first came across cultivation novels about romance between master and disciple, she thought they were complete nonsense. Why were books like that so popular?

Even later, when she took on a young disciple and people teased her about it, she firmly denied it.

No way. Even if Chi Sang swallowed every herb and tea leaf in her shop and jumped off the neighboring CBD tower, she would never get involved in a master-disciple romance!

But when she found the reclusive sect, she learned that the young master from next door was an honorary disciple of the sect. By seniority, he had to call her "Grandmaster's Grandmother."

This wasn't a master-disciple romance anymore. It was a romance across generations upon generations of disciples.

Chi Sang: ...It's so good!

A bubbly beauty who loves making drinks + an arrogant young master who loves cooking

[Content Warnings]:

1. A semi-fictional world with modern cultivation and mystic arts face-slapping. The main focus is food and running a business, with plenty of wish fulfillment. It's called a tea shop, but the menu expands later on.

2. A lighthearted, everyday comedy romance. The male lead is not the aloof CEO type.

3. The golden finger is powerful. Suggestions are welcome, but please don't scrutinize the details too closely.

4. To be added.

Theme: Even amid the busy, fast-paced life of the city, there are ordinary, heartwarming stories.