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 warmth of dinner still lingered in the air, the scent of broth and rice fading into the cool evening breeze. Yue sat back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh.

"That," she declared, "was an excellent meal."

Xu lifted his teacup, taking a slow sip. "It was decent."

Yue froze mid-stretch and turned to stare at him. "Decent?"

She narrowed her eyes. "I slave away in the kitchen, pouring my heart and soul into making something delicious, and all I get is decent?"

Xu met her gaze, calm as ever. "Would you prefer I lie?"

Yue scoffed, crossing her arms. "No, I'd prefer gratitude."

"You want gratitude for something you claimed was easy?"

She gasped in mock offense. "So now I'm too skilled? Is there no winning with you?"

Xu didn't answer, only took another sip of tea.

Yue huffed, then suddenly grinned. She leaned across the table, resting her chin in her hands. "Admit it, you liked it."

"Not good enough. I want to hear you say it."

Xu exhaled through his nose, setting his cup aside. He met her gaze, silent for a long moment before finally saying, "It was… acceptable."

Yue groaned, dropping her head onto the table. "You're impossible."

She peeked up at him. "What are you doing?"

Yue blinked, genuinely surprised. "Wait, really?"

She tilted her head, watching him carefully. "I expected you to tell me to do it."

Xu carried the dishes toward the kitchen. "And yet I didn't."

She stared after him for a moment, then smirked. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Yue got up and followed him inside, leaning against the doorway as he rinsed the bowls. His movements were precise, almost effortless, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

She tapped her chin. "You're suspiciously good at this."

"Yes. Makes me wonder what else you're secretly good at."

He continued washing without answering.

Yue stepped closer, peering at him curiously. "Have you lived alone for a long time?"

He hesitated, just briefly. "Something like that."

She hummed. "I see. That explains a lot."

"Yes. It explains why you're so used to silence. Why you never ask for help. Why you don't know how to accept a compliment." She grinned. "And why you pretend to be bad at conversation when you're actually quite decent at it."

Xu rinsed the last bowl and set it aside to dry. "Are you always this observant?"

She tapped her temple. "Sharp eyes, sharp mind."

He turned toward her, arms crossed. "And yet you still ended up being chased out of town."

Yue's smirk didn't falter. "Even sharp minds have their off days."

He studied her for a moment before shaking his head. "Hopeless."

She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "How cruel! After I made you such a wonderful meal?"

He walked past her toward the door. "You'll survive."

She pouted, but there was a flicker of amusement in her gaze.

The night was quiet as they stepped outside, the air crisp with the scent of pine. The lanterns cast a warm glow over the wooden porch, flickering in the breeze. Yue leaned against the railing, looking up at the stars.

She sighed contentedly. "You know, I could get used to this."

She glanced at him. "Are you waiting for me to leave?"

He didn't answer immediately. Then, quietly, he said, "No."

Yue tilted her head, smiling. "Good."

Quiet night