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 wind stirred through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. The silence between them stretched, neither breaking it immediately. Yue sat with her hands folded in her lap, watching him with an unreadable expression.

Xu leaned back slightly against the porch railing, arms crossed. He had expected her to press further after his answer, but she didn't. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the trees, lost in thought.

"You're not going to mock me for that?" he asked.

That, more than anything, surprised him.

For a moment, the only sound was the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

Yue let out a breath, leaning forward onto her knees. "Do you ever think about names?"

Xu frowned slightly. "What about them?"

She traced patterns on the wooden floor with her finger. "How they stick to people. How they shape them."

"Of course you didn't," she said with a smirk. "You don't even care about your own name."

He glanced at her. "What makes you think that?"

"You never introduce yourself. You never correct me when I say it too familiarly. You carry it like a burden, not a part of yourself."

Xu looked away. There was truth in her words, but he wasn't going to acknowledge it.

Yue stretched her arms above her head. "I think names are important. That's why I don't give mine to just anyone."

He raised an eyebrow. "And yet you told me."

She grinned. "Because I decided you were interesting."

Xu shook his head, exhaling quietly. "You're a strange woman."

"I take that as a compliment," she said, standing up and brushing off her skirt.

She stepped past him, her movements light, almost weightless. "I'll start making dinner," she announced. "Don't sit there brooding too long, or your face will get stuck that way."

Before he could respond, she disappeared inside.

Xu remained still, staring at the spot where she had been.

He had never cared much for words. They were often unnecessary, trivial. But hers had a way of lingering.

And that was what unsettled him the most.

The shape of names