Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

“Selling fish! Freshly caught fish, fresh and cheap! Ten coins for one, fifteen for two!...”

“Selling watermelons! Big, sweet watermelons! Three coins a pound! Don't miss out! Free if they're not sweet!”

In the south of Dongli Kingdom, at the border with Xiliang Kingdom, there was an extremely bustling market street. Every day, as soon as the sky brightened, all kinds of vendors would push their wooden carts and come here to set up stalls and sell their goods.

Just as the morning sun had risen for a while, and the dew on the grass hadn't completely evaporated, the small vendors couldn't help but shout and hawk their wares.

With the cries, the quiet market street gradually became lively, heralding the arrival of a new day!

In a clearing in the southeast corner of the market, there was a small tea stall. The owner, surnamed Yang, was an old man in his sixties who had been running the tea stall here for decades.

As the crowd in the market gradually increased, Old Man Yang, as always, lit his stove and began his day's business!

Inside the tea stall were three simple square tables. Except for the canopy overhead, the other three sides were open, offering a panoramic view of the entire market scene. At this moment, the stove in the center of the tea stall was constantly emitting boiling steam, carrying the fragrant aroma of tea and the sweet scent of breakfast.

Because the location was excellent and there was a large flow of people, many passersby would stop here every morning to rest for a while and have some breakfast.

Don't underestimate these three tables in the tea stall; every day at this time, these three tables would be filled with customers from the north and south, creating a lively scene!

However, the situation in the tea stall today was a bit unusual.

The tables were still the same three, old and greasy as usual. Two of them were occupied by a group of merchants and porters on the road, each with a bowl of hot herbal tea and several freshly baked, steaming meat buns in front of them.

But surprisingly, these customers were not enjoying their usual breakfast. Instead, they were tilting their heads and looking towards the table at the southernmost end.

At the southern end of the table, there was only one person sitting! It was a young man in white, spotlessly clean.

Unlike these hard-working porters, this man could tell at a glance that he was a refined person. He ordered a pot of spring tea from the stall owner, and while admiring the busy and lively street scene around him, he sipped the tea in the pot with a contented expression.

The crowd watched the white-clothed man drink tea, and an extremely strange thought arose in their hearts. They felt that this man seemed to be integrated with the surrounding scenery. Every move he made had an unspeakable elegance, making them, these ordinary people, a little dazed.

Although they felt a little curious, no one dared to go forward and strike up a conversation. This was only because behind the white-clothed man stood a burly man with a fierce face, acting as a steward, closely following the white-clothed man every step of the way.

Unlike the white-clothed man's elegant and unrestrained temperament, the burly steward gave people the feeling of an evil spirit painted in a New Year's picture. Even standing still, he gave them extremely strong psychological pressure, making everyone feel terrified.

And that was why everyone didn't dare to approach the white-clothed man. After all, the strong man dressed as a steward was too frightening.

The tea stall's business hours were from early morning to sunset every day. However, what was strange was that the white-clothed man, who didn't know where he came from, and his steward, had been sitting in the tea stall for a whole day.

Because the two of them were too conspicuous, everyone nearby couldn't help but take a look as they passed by.

And this day, Old Man Yang's business was also very good, because many people were attracted by this strange scene, and they all came to his shop to order a bowl of tea and secretly watch for a while.

However, the sun had set, the night was deep, and the people had dispersed, but the white-clothed man had no intention of leaving at all, which made Old Man Yang a little embarrassed.

After waiting for a while, when the full moon rose, Old Man Yang couldn't wait any longer, so he mustered up his courage and walked over.

“You… you are not allowed to pass!”

But just as Old Man Yang approached, the strong man, who had been standing motionless beside the white-clothed man all day, suddenly reached out his hand and stopped him.

Looking at the strong man's fierce appearance, Old Man Yang was immediately startled and staggered back several steps.

“Jia Yan, don't be rude, step back!”

At this moment, the white-clothed man seemed to notice something and suddenly turned around.

Needless to say, this person was Chen Tian! And that strong man was Jia Yan.

“What's wrong, old man? Is there anything I can help you with?” Looking at Old Man Yang, who was frightened by Jia Yan and his face was pale, Chen Tian smiled slightly and asked him kindly.

Chen Tian's smile was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling the fear in Old Man Yang's heart, and a warm current flowed through his heart, making his body feel unprecedentedly relaxed.

Such a magical situation made Old Man Yang exclaim in surprise, but he didn't think much about it. With a smile on his face, he apologized to Chen Tian: "This young master, it's getting dark, and I, the old man, have to close my stall, so do you think..."

Old Man Yang didn't say the following words. He knew that when the words were said to this point, those who understood would naturally understand.

Chen Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and turned his head to look around. Only then did he realize that the surroundings had been shrouded in night before he knew it.

“I didn't expect it to get dark so soon. I've been daydreaming for quite a while!”

As he spoke, Chen Tian pushed the silver on the table a little closer to Old Man Yang.

“Okay! Okay! That's great!” Looking at the ingot of silver, which weighed as much as fifty taels, Old Man Yang's eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, and he quickly nodded and said: “Young master is truly a generous person, then let's do it this way, you can sit here as long as you want, even if you sit for a month, I, the old man, will let you do as you please.”

These fifty taels of silver were equivalent to Old Man Yang's turnover for five or six years. How could he not be excited by this windfall!

Immediately afterwards, Old Man Yang couldn't wait to reach out and take the ingot of silver from the table.

Because he was too excited, he accidentally touched the teapot placed in front of Chen Tian with his left hand when he took the silver.

However, this touch made him feel surprised.

Because Old Man Yang found that Chen Tian's pot of tea was still scalding hot!

This phenomenon made Old Man Yang feel amazed. You know, because he was afraid of Jia Yan, he had never added any hot water to Chen Tian today.

So he couldn't figure out why the tea, which had been left for a whole day, was still hot?