bacchusnovels Chapter 100: A single sip of divine tea transforms a mortal! In Asgard, the King of Gods sits in ast
Chapter 100: A single sip of divine tea transforms a mortal! In Asgard, the King of Gods sits in ast
Upon hearing Lao Wang's voice, Lin Fan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only letting out a lazy response from his throat.
"Uncle Wang, you're eating noodles."
"It's alright, the new guys are just getting used to things, they'll be fine in a couple of days."
"I'll talk to them later and tell them to be quiet and stop bothering you, old man."
Lin Fan's tone was as calm as if he were talking about what to have for dinner.
On the top of the wall, Old Wang, carrying a bowl of noodles, shakily climbed down the ladder and walked straight into the yard.
His eyes, filled with lingering suspicion, scanned every inch of the courtyard repeatedly.
He could walk around this courtyard with his eyes closed.
But today's courtyard felt so unfamiliar that it gave him the creeps.
It's too clean.
It's abnormally clean.
The bluestone slabs on the ground looked as if they had been licked by a tongue, smooth as a mirror, and even a scratch seemed brand new.
The weeds and cobwebs that usually linger in the corners have vanished without a trace.
The entire courtyard was filled with an unsettlingly new atmosphere.
Then look at the people in the courtyard.
Those so-called "renovation teams" were all strutting around with imposing manners and exuding a deep, composed aura.
They just stood there, and an aura as imposing as a mountain came over you.
But these same fierce people who can treat a tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead like a cat are now focused on cultivating a small vegetable garden, each holding a small hoe.
Their digging motions were as gentle and careful as a girl embroidering.
Another blond, blue-eyed young man, handsome enough to be a leading actor in Hollywood, was holding a large broom.
He was sweeping the floor.
But there wasn't a single speck of dust on the ground.
What made Old Wang's eyelids twitch even more was the muscular giant named Ares.
He carried a bucket, humming a strange tune, and walked briskly towards the backyard, his face showing a pure and heartfelt sense of satisfaction.
Is this a renovation team?
This is like inviting a deity to be a bricklayer!
Old Wang's heart was pounding like a drum.
He had worked his way up in the martial arts world in Beijing when he was young and thought he had seen it all, but the group of people in front of him was completely beyond his comprehension.
Their energy and spirit were so abundant, almost overflowing.
Everyone is like a dormant volcano.
"Xiao Fan, where...where did you find this deity?"
Old Wang moved closer to Lin Fan's recliner, his voice lower than a mosquito's hum.
"Immortals?" Lin Fan laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke. "Uncle Wang, please don't flatter them."
"A group of unemployed youths who couldn't find work, I felt sorry for them and gave them some food."
Old Wang: "..."
He glanced at the group of "unemployed youths" whose suffocating presence could suffocate anyone, and then at Lin Fan's harmless face.
Old Wang felt that his decades of experience had become a joke at this moment.
Would someone like that lose their job?
Even the King of Hell will crawl out of the underworld to assign them jobs!
"Come on, Uncle Wang, standing is tiring, have a seat." Lin Fan pointed to the small stool next to him, "Try my new tea, it tastes just right."
As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Old Wang.
The tea soup, when poured into the cup, shimmered with a clear, flawless emerald light.
An indescribable fragrance silently entered Old Wang's nostrils.
He only took one sniff and felt all 36,000 pores on his body open up, a refreshing energy rushing straight to the top of his head, making him feel invigorated.
"What...what a fragrant tea!" he exclaimed sincerely.
Compared to this cup of tea, Da Hong Pao and Jin Jun Mei are nothing but dishwater.
He picked up his teacup and took a small, reverent sip.
The tea, upon entering the mouth, was not scalding, but rather had a gentle sweetness that slid silently down the esophagus.
next second.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
An incomprehensible surge of life energy, like a gentle spring breeze or a silent tide, instantly permeated every corner of his body.
Wherever that warm current passed, the hidden injuries he had sustained from practicing martial arts in his youth, the arthritis, high blood pressure, and presbyopia that he had suffered in his later years... all the ailments of the years melted away under its silent nourishment.
His depleted and exhausted energy was restored and became full again!
His bones and muscles emitted a series of fine, crackling sounds, like popping beans, as if rusted parts were being re-oiled!
He didn't even need to look at it deliberately; the world before him became clearer than ever before.
The noodles in the bowl, which had been a bit soggy, now had distinct sauce granules on the surface!
"This...this tea..."
Old Wang's hand, which was holding the teacup, trembled violently uncontrollably.
He stared wide-eyed at Lin Fan with an expression of adoration, as if he were looking up at a god.
His lips trembled, but no sound came out.
Is this tea?
This is the celestial elixir drunk by the gods! This is a life-extending elixir that can bring the dead back to life!
This one bite is ten thousand times more effective than all the tonics he's ever taken in his life!
Lin Fan looked at Old Wang's expression, which looked like he was about to be scared out of his wits, and just smiled calmly.
"How is it, Uncle Wang? Not bad, right?"
"As I said, the newly arrived tea is of good quality."
Old Wang's brain completely shut down.
Blank.
But he understood.
In that instant, he understood everything.
Unemployed youth, renovation team, that's all bullshit!
This neighbor boy, whom I watched grow up, is so lazy that he doesn't even bother to walk his birds. He's not even human!
He is a true... living god, beyond even my imagination!
No wonder.
No wonder those terrifying figures would willingly farm, sweep, and scrub the toilets in his yard.
No wonder he could casually take out such a divine object to entertain a wretched old man.
Old Wang felt that his worldview had been shattered by this cup of tea.
He stood up shakily, looked at Lin Fan, and his eyes were filled with only the most primal awe and fear.
He wanted to kneel down, but felt that his knees were unworthy to touch this land.
In the end, he said nothing, but bowed deeply, deeply to Lin Fan.
Then, carrying the bowl of noodles with soybean paste that had completely cooled down, he walked back home step by step, like a puppet who had lost its soul.
He needs to find a place to piece his shattered worldview back together, piece by piece.
Watching Old Wang's staggering figure, Lin Fan shook his head and chuckled.
It seems that from now on, I can't just use the leaves of the Tree of Life to make tea for guests.
It's too strong; most people couldn't handle it.
He lay back in the chair and stretched comfortably.
In the courtyard, his "property management team" continued to perform their duties quietly and efficiently.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire courtyard in a warm golden glow.
Deep in the alley, the sounds of children playing after school drifted over, mingled with the aroma of cooking oil from the neighbors' homes.
Lin Fan closed his eyes, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
Yes, this is exactly what he wanted: a leisurely and comfortable retirement life.
Although, my life now includes a group of employees who are like gods and demons.
But... it seems pretty good too.
……
at the same time.
Beyond the dimensions, in the distant realm of the gods, Asgard.
In the eternal palace of the gods, Odin, the king of the gods, sits on his golden throne.
His single remaining eye stared at the light and shadow of the "World Tree" composed of runes before him, his gaze as deep as the starry sea, yet carrying an unprecedented solemnity.
Just now, the veins of the World Tree transmitted to him a terrible lament from Midgard (Earth).
Kukulkan's divine status was completely erased in an instant, leaving not a trace.
The power of the Infinity Stones at the core of his son Loki's Mind Stone was forcibly stripped away by an irresistible force.
Then, he "saw" more.
Japanese ninjas, European mages, North American super soldiers... those powerful figures who could stir up huge waves in the mortal world were easily swept away like dust in that Eastern courtyard.
Odin's heart sank little by little.
In Midgard, a terrifying being appeared that even he could not comprehend.
That being could extinguish an ancient god as easily as extinguishing a candle flame, steal the Infinity Stones as easily as picking fruit, and take those unruly and powerful individuals as its servants.
What chilled him to the bone was seeing his son, the embodiment of trickery and lies, the proud Loki…
He was sweeping the floor in that courtyard.
Judging from the chaotic mental fluctuations emanating from Loki, he seems... still quite worried that he won't clean it properly.
"Heimdall." Odin's voice echoed in the empty palace, tinged with a barely perceptible hoarseness.
The guardian of the rainbow bridge, clad in golden armor, appeared silently beside the throne.
"Your Majesty the God-King."
"Your eyes, which can see through the nine realms," Odin asked, "can they see through that eastern courtyard?"
For the first time, struggle and confusion appeared on Heimdall's perpetually solemn face.
He shook his head.
"Your Majesty, I cannot see through it."
"That courtyard was shrouded in a layer of 'Tao'. As soon as my gaze touched it, it was pushed away by a gentle yet absolute force, unable to penetrate even a little bit."
"I could only vaguely see Ares, the god of war, washing a piece of pottery. Prince Loki was sweeping a non-existent leaf."
"I also saw twelve warriors wearing gold armor, and the cosmos of any one of them was no less than that of our most powerful Heroic Spirit."
"As for the master of the courtyard..." Heimdall's eyes flashed with undisguised fear, "I dare not look at him anymore. When I try to focus my gaze on him, my soul begins to burn, and my eyes sting as if they are about to burst. It feels like a mortal trying to look directly at the 'point' at the beginning of the universe with his naked eyes."
Odin remained silent.
After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh.
"It seems that Midgard has produced an extraordinary being."
"We... must redefine our relationship with Midgard."