Bu Ye Tian

The master is a retired immortal who opened a teahouse in the human world. Yang Zhen grew up in a teahouse and thought that life was about making tea, reading, and listening to the chatter of plum trees and stone lions in the old street. He didn't know that his master, who was always lazily basking in the sun, had once been the Erlang True Monarch who cut down mountains to save his mother and listened to orders but not propaganda. He didn't even know that he had the forbidden bloodline of the Human Emperor and the Demon Lord, and he was the gentlest piece in a chess game that spanned thousands of years. When the sleeping mirage begins to devour the earth's veins, when old friends knock on the door carrying the smoke and blood stains of the past, under the quiet morning mist of the old street, the undercurrent finally surges. Yang Jian put down his tea cup and looked at the figures emerging from the shadows. This time, he's no longer just guarding secrets. He wanted to fight for a future in this world for the child who could hum songs while making tea and secretly wipe his face with a stone lion, where he didn't have to become a legend but only had to grow up well.