This time, it was Jiang Che's turn to be stunned.
Holy crap, the Peach of Immortality has taken human form!
And not just any form—a delicate, adorable little loli!
"Wuwu... you bit me!"
In front of Jiang Che, a girl no bigger than a bean sprout was rubbing her bottom, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Her hair was a soft pink-white, blending seamlessly with her pristine skin. Clutching a giant celestial peach in her arms, her eyes slightly red, she sat cross-legged beneath the Peach Tree of Immortality. At a glance, it was clear—she was a little peach spirit.
A celestial peach taking human form... and as for her clothes... ahem, best not to look!
"I didn’t bite you. Don’t go slandering me. I’m a gentleman! I should be asking where you hid my celestial peach!"
Jiang Che clasped his hands behind his back, doubling down on shamelessness.
"I am that celestial peach!!!"
The little pan-tao gritted her teeth in explanation.
She wasn’t a spirit born from the peach tree branches. Instead, she was the peach itself, having developed sentience just before ripening. All that talk earlier about rebirth into a true peach immortal tree? Total nonsense!
Unless someone ate her and planted her pit in immortal soil for a few hundred thousand years, there’d be no chance of her evolving into a true elixir.
But she never imagined Jiang Che actually had the means to elevate her into one!
In fact... she had a feeling her current state surpassed even the original elixir's essence.
"Heh... so you’re just a peach spirit who gained sentience," Jiang Che chuckled before tossing her a hanfu dress. "Put this on, quick!"
"Mm!"
For this little peach spirit, life experience was practically nonexistent. Though she’d gained intelligence, she’d spent every day up in the tree, her mind as pure and unblemished as a blank sheet of paper—no concept of shame whatsoever.
Once dressed, she settled beneath the Peaches of Immortality tree, her bright, curious eyes fixed on Jiang Che.
"How did you do it? I feel like my life essence has improved so much!"
"What was that liquid you gave me earlier? Just one drop completely transformed me!"
"You can call me Yao Yao! That’s what everyone calls me!"
"Master, I’ll work hard to grow peaches for you—just please don’t bite me again. It really hurts~~~"
Yao Yao...
Honestly, Jiang Che was momentarily at a loss.
He’d assumed the peach was some genderless entity. Who knew it’d turn out so... juicy?
Lately, he’d grown tired of fish—maybe some peaches would be a refreshing change?
This was getting absurd!
He’d just vowed not to follow in Wang Xizhi’s footsteps, but faced with Yao Yao’s dewy innocence, Young Master Jiang silently recited: Sin, sin!
As the Buddha said: If I don’t descend into hell, who will?
"Can you actually grow Pan Tao?" Jiang Che asked.
Of course! If you give me lots of immortal soil, I can produce peaches really fast!
Yao Yao beamed, utterly trusting of Jiang Che now.
Back in the Nine Heavens’ Jiang Clan, even the Mother Peach Tree had suffered—what kind of top-tier immortal ancestor couldn’t even provide divine-grade farmland?
At first, she’d looked down on this lower-realm master... but now? She’d hit the jackpot of the millennium!
"Immortal soil..."
Jiang Che’s eye twitched as he glanced at the five-meter-tall peach tree. For something this size, he’d need at least a dozen cubic meters of the stuff.
One square meter costs 100 million points (system points). Another investment of over 10 billion?
Was this a joke?!
He’d been planning to buy Jia Ling'er some Stonefolk’s Tears to enhance her bloodline. That girl had become his devoted fan—it’d be wrong not to reward her.
Money might be plentiful, but budgeting was still tight!
"Originally, the celestial medicine peach took 30,000 years to bloom, 30,000 to bear fruit, and 30,000 to ripen—90,000 years total for just nine peaches. But now, it feels different..." Yao Yao mused.
"How so?"
“My current form is the Pan Tao Xian Tree, but without its original essence. The fruit won’t elevate mortals to immortal bodies anymore. Instead, they’re packed with life-prolonging essence—substances that extend lifespan!”
"Meh, I never expected mass-produced immortal bodies anyway. More importantly—how fast can your peaches mature now?"
“Much faster! Just a few months per batch, and way more than nine! With my current life essence stores, each Pan Tao can extend life by 10,000 years!”
"Peaches infused with life-prolonging essence? Now that’s broken."
Jiang Che understood now—longevity material was the ultimate pursuit of all cultivators!
Its effects never diminished. A steady supply meant true immortality!
His system’s Supreme Longevity Pills contained traces of it, but Yao Yao’s Peaches of Eternal Life were on another level.
Truthfully, she wasn’t just a Peaches of Immortality tree anymore. The Tree of Eternal Life suited her far better!
In terms of sheer overpoweredness, Yao Yao now outclassed the original Pan Tao Xian Shu tenfold!
Immortality via peaches—ripe in months, no diminishing returns. Owning Yao Yao equaled owning eternity itself!
Even for denizens of the Nine Heavens, eternal life was an irresistible lure.
With infinite time, even a pig could cultivate into an immortal!
Lacking talent? Just grind it out!
Yet to Jiang Che, immortality meant nothing.
His system’s endless supply of exquisite longevity pills made lifespan a non-issue.
"Still, those 10+ billion points weren’t wasted. Consider it your bride price!"
"Huh? What bride price?" Yao Yao blinked up at him, confused.
"Quit looking at me like that—I’m feeling way too guilty here!" Jiang Che groaned internally.
After the yellow soybean powder incident, he’d thought himself shameless enough. But apparently... he still had some conscience left.
Not much, though!
"Yao Yao, remember what I said earlier? About making you produce peaches quickly?"
Jiang Che grinned like an uncle luring a loli with candy.
"Eh?" She tilted her head.
"Did you know? For a peach tree, peaches are just seeds—the result of blooming!"
"Seeds?"
"Exactly!" Jiang Che laughed.
Just then—
"Jiang Che!!! What nonsense are you spouting now? Scamming little girls—have you no shame?!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
