Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 57: The World is So Big, He Wants to See It

Beside the cliff, under a crooked pine tree, there was an ancient stone table and two stone stools.

On the stone table was a steaming tea stove, inside which a few pieces of light brown tea leaves were tumbling.

Zhao Yunsheng sat on one of the stone stools, waiting for Qin Zi to arrive.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you were looking for me?"

Finally, a cheerful voice sounded.

Zhao Yunsheng turned his head and saw Qin Zi approaching with a sunny smile, walking with a powerful and confident stride.

Full of confidence!

Zhao Yunsheng looked at this Qin Zi, silently took a deep breath, and felt even heavier in his heart.

He stood up from the stone stool and said with a smile, "Congratulations on breaking through to the Nirvana realm, Junior Brother. You are the first among the disciples of our Seven Martial Sect to break through to the Nirvana realm. It’s a rare achievement!"

"Haha, just luck. If it weren’t for the sect’s generosity in letting me enter the Nirvana Pool, who knows how much longer it would have taken."

Qin Zi laughed modestly.

"It’s something you earned with your strength. If you didn’t have the power, such an opportunity wouldn’t present itself in a lifetime."

Zhao Yunsheng said.

"Cough, cough."

Qin Zi gave a couple of dry coughs and fell silent.

In moments like this, too much pride wouldn’t do, nor would excessive modesty, for fear of inadvertently provoking Senior Brother Zhao.

His emotional intelligence was not low.

Although Senior Brother Zhao was known for his good temper, sitting in that seat as the sect’s top talent for so many years, having it suddenly taken away, he must feel uncomfortable inside—even if he didn’t show it.

"Sit down."

Zhao Yunsheng gestured for Qin Zi to sit, and then looking at the stove, he said, "Not long ago in a valley, I found a rare tea tree, over two hundred years old, yet only as tall as a knee, producing several hundred tea leaves."

"Such a treasure is hard to come by. I figured if I left it alone, it might be picked by someone else sooner or later."

"So, I steeled my resolve, haha... and stripped that over two-century-old tea tree bare!"

"Though I stripped it bare, there were barely two pounds of tea leaves. I thought that since I don’t understand tea, keeping them would be a waste, so I gave the tender leaves to my grandfather and kept a few old leaves for myself."

"These old leaves are a bit tough. Pouring boiling water on them doesn’t bring out their essence. They need to be brewed on a tea stove."

"Hmm, just about ready."

Zhao Yunsheng finished speaking, grabbed the handle of the tea stove, and poured a cup each for himself and Qin Zi.

"It is indeed good tea."

Qin Zi, savoring the fresh and unique aroma of the tea, complimented it with a smile and then raised his teacup.

But as he brought it to his lips, he suddenly halted, because he recalled a lesson his father had taught him.

Don’t eat things given by others recklessly!

"Junior Brother Qin Zi, what’s wrong?"

Zhao Yunsheng raised his cup, took a gentle sip, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Ah?"

Qin Zi snapped back to reality, then awkwardly smiled and said, "It’s nothing, I just suddenly remembered something and got distracted."

"I see."

Zhao Yunsheng chuckled, seeing Qin Zi set his cup down, he asked, "Junior Brother Qin Zi, why aren’t you drinking? Are you thinking the tea leaves your senior brother offered are too inferior to swallow?"

"Not at all, not at all."

Qin Zi quickly defended.

"Then why aren’t you drinking? Are you suspecting I poisoned it?" Zhao Yunsheng asked with feigned anger.

Feigned anger!

It’s a magical expression—you never know if the other party is really angry or joking.

Sometimes, it’s all playful banter, sometimes half-joking, and sometimes deadly serious; one moment joking, the next, flipping in anger!

Faced with Zhao Yunsheng’s expression, Qin Zi suddenly felt flustered, unsure of what to do.

This unease stemmed from his affection for Senior Brother Zhao—he didn’t want to lose such a friend.

He had long heard of Zhao Yunsheng’s efforts to support him at Celestial Eye Mountain, standing up for him even against the questioning of the Southern King. It showed he was a good senior brother.

It’s because he cared that he felt nervous.

If it were someone else he didn’t like asking such a question... haha, if you suspect me, then I suspect you, so what!!

"Cough, cough, how could Senior Brother Zhao think that? I still trust in Senior Brother Zhao’s character!"

Qin Zi laughed, then raised his teacup and drank it in one go!

In that brief moment, he had already weighed his options: not to mention whether Zhao Yunsheng bore him any harm, even if he wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t do it so blatantly, openly poisoning him within the sect, right?

Who would be that foolish?

Furthermore, he had his master secretly check, and the tea was indeed fine. Besides, if something happened, there was still his father.

But still, there was a gamble involved.

Maybe the other party would indeed act unexpectedly, want to poison him, and hold some kind of poison even his master couldn’t detect...

Nonetheless.

He was willing to take the risk!

Senior Brother Zhao was worth the gamble!

Zhao Yunsheng watched Qin Zi closely, naturally observing every subtle change in Qin Zi’s expressions.

He saw this junior brother’s eyes flash with hesitation, struggle, indecision, finally filled with trust and resolve, drinking his tea in one gulp!

Whoosh!

At that moment, his heart contracted sharply, his right hand in his sleeve unconsciously tightening.

Then, he gradually relaxed it.

He exhaled lightly, feeling a burdensome relief, smiled, and asked, "How’s the tea, good?"

"Hmm, a bit bitter at first, but then it turns sweet, finally leaving a faint fragrance, lingering without end."

Qin Zi smacked his lips and said with a smile.

"Haha, since you like it so much, I’ll give you the remaining tea leaves as a congratulatory gift for breaking through to the Nirvana realm!"

Zhao Yunsheng said enthusiastically, then took out a small paper packet from his Space Ring, handing it to Qin Zi.

At this moment, Zhao Yunsheng seemed entirely different from before, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, his whole being relaxed...

"This... doesn’t seem right?"

Qin Zi awkwardly declined.

"What’s not right about it? Just take it if I say so, haha... If that tea tree hasn’t been found and dug up by others, I’ll just go and strip it bare again next year, harvesting another pound or two of leaves."

Zhao Yunsheng said with a broad smile.

"Well... then thank you, Senior Brother."

After hesitating a moment, Qin Zi nodded; the tea leaves were indeed good, and he could take them back for his father to try.

"Haha, no need for thanks between brothers."

With that, the two began chatting freely.

Engaging in idle talk, exchanging trivial matters, it seemed they were trying to piece together the years when they were strangers.

As the saying goes... meeting each other too late.

After a long time, Qin Zi left.

By then, the sky was gradually turning to dusk, leaving Zhao Yunsheng alone standing at the cliff’s edge.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the army of sunset along with the golden outlines of the surrounding mountains.

After a long while, he smiled.

This smile carried a form of relief, accompanied by deep self-mockery, ultimately transforming into a low chuckle of flirtation and scolding.

"Haha, young in age, yet quite brave!"

He forcefully threw a deep blue Elixir with his right hand towards the sun, watching it disappear into the distance as a ray of light.

In the end, he couldn’t bear to do it.

Especially when Qin Zi drank that cup of tea, his heart was filled with immense relief, even a lingering sense of fear.

Fortunately, fortunately indeed...

This foolish junior brother, despite his suspicions, still chose to trust him, even betting his life on it.

How could he betray such trust?

"Grandpa was right, I shouldn’t cling to being first in the Seven Martial Sect. Compared to the whole world, what significance does the Seven Martial Sect have? Even the Nine Sun Dynasty, what does it really count for?"

He took a deep breath, gazing towards the fiery horizon, revealing an unprecedented spirit of aspiration and determination in his dark eyes.

"The world is so vast, I should see it for myself..."

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