TianHa

Shen Xu is a man whose name once shook the heavens, he stood at the peak. Yet, after centuries of endless battles, and responsibilities, he made an unprecedented decision, he vanished from the world.

Now, he lives a simple life in a quiet village, tending to a small teahouse, enjoying the changing seasons, and savoring the peace he never had. To the villagers, he is just an ordinary man, polite yet reserved, a mysterious figure who never seems to age.

One day, a young noblewoman named Yue Meng, fleeing from an arranged marriage, stumbles into his life. Beautiful, intelligent, and carrying secrets of her own, she finds herself drawn to this seemingly unremarkable man who possesses an aura of unfathomable depth.

As they share daily moments, cooking together, watching the sunset, strolling under moonlight, Liu Ruyan begins to suspect that Shen Xu is no ordinary man. Strange occurrences follow him: wild beasts bow before him, a single word from him makes arrogant warriors tremble, and when he casually waves his hand, disasters seem to resolve themselves.

Yet, whenever she asks, he only smiles and says, "I'm just a simple tea seller, Miss."

But how long can an immortal hide from the heavens? And what will happen when the past comes knocking at his door once more?


I will try to update regularly but that eventually depends on my mood.

The Hidden Immortal Leisurely Life

The spring breeze carried the scent of blooming plum blossoms through the quiet mountain village, rustling the bamboo chimes that hung outside the small teahouse. The sun had begun its descent, casting golden light over the wooden structure where a lone man sat, calmly pouring tea into a porcelain cup.

Shen Xu moved with practiced ease, his expression serene, as though he had not a single worry in the world. The tea's fragrance filled the air, blending with the crisp scent of pine trees that lined the mountain path. He enjoyed moments like these, when time felt slow, when the world outside no longer mattered.

A soft rustling came from the bushes near the entrance, followed by hurried footsteps. A figure emerges, a young woman, disheveled yet undeniably beautiful, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders in waves. She wore fine but slightly tattered robes, the embroidery frayed at the edges, and a faint smirk played at her lips despite the exhaustion in her eyes.

Xu watched in silence as she approached, one hand clutching a delicate hairpin, the other gripping the hem of her robes. He could hear her breath, steady but slightly quickened. She was no ordinary village girl.

For a moment, neither spoke. The village was small, and strangers were rare. And yet, here she was, appearing at his doorstep as if she had always belonged there.

Then, with a practiced air of helplessness, she knelt before him.

"Sir," she said, her voice soft and sweet, carrying just the right amount of vulnerability. "I have nowhere else to go. May I trouble you for a cup of tea?"

Xu raised a brow. She was good. Too good.

He should have turned her away, should have ignored the obvious lie hidden beneath her trembling act. But instead, he sighed and reached for an extra cup.

"Tea is meant to be shared," he murmured, pouring her a drink. "But I don't take in strays."

The girl's lips curled ever so slightly.

"Then I'll just be a passing guest," she replied, accepting the cup with a graceful bow.

Xu glanced at her once more, then at the mountain path behind her. No pursuers, but the scent of trouble lingered. He should have been annoyed. He should have been wary.

Instead, as she took a delicate sip of tea, eyes watching him with quiet amusement, he realized something.

This stray cat had no intention of leaving.

The Stray Cat and the Tea Seller