Chapter 170: Orchard Peaches

She could tell that Sun Wukong's reverence for his master had already reached the point of being beyond comparison; otherwise, when introducing things, he wouldn't be so unreserved.

Her vermilion lips slowly drew near, and under Xuan Feng's curious gaze and Sun Wukong's pained expression, Nüwa lightly took a sip.

The unique coolness and sweet peach flavor of the peach juice instantly swept through Nüwa's entire mouth, sweet but not cloying.

The tip of her tongue was left slightly numb and aching by the surge of the peach juice, yet it was spicy without being burning.

There was not the slightest discomfort; on the contrary, after blending with multiple sensations, the mouthfeel was elevated to the utmost, becoming even more refreshing, and one gulp down brought immeasurable delight.

Nüwa couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, refreshing!

One sip down the throat, this penetrating feeling!

Nüwa's brows relaxed, her jade countenance like snow just beginning to melt, beautiful enough to captivate the soul.

Unfortunately, no one appreciated it.

At this moment, both Xuan Feng and Sun Wukong had their hearts set on the cup in Nüwa's hand—one curious and eager, the other regretting endlessly.

His peach juice—Sun Wukong felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Suddenly, Nüwa's brows furrowed slightly, a faint alarm rising in her heart, as qi began to surge upward from her stomach all the way to her throat, demanding to be expelled.

Burp!

Nüwa couldn't hold it in and let out a small burp; instantly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She had actually committed such an ungraceful act!

If not for her deep inner composure, she would surely have blushed crimson right now.

But. Nüwa pressed her lips together. This burp was truly wonderfully refreshing. One sip simply wasn't enough!

The icy stimulating sensation prompted Nüwa to continue drinking. This indescribable refreshment made her want to shout out in delight.

However, as a Holy Person, her dignified bearing still preserved the last vestiges of decorum.

One sip after another, Nüwa could no longer stop herself. Until the end, even the last drops at the bottom of the cup were completely drained.

Gone just like that?!

Sun Wukong's eyelid twitched, his heart bleeding inside. This time he had only managed to sneak away with this one cup, yet it ended up becoming someone else's wedding dress.

Sun Wukong wished he could slap himself hard; he really was lacking—just introducing it would have sufficed, but he had to go and try the real thing.

All the peach soda went down, followed by another burp. Under restraint, the sound wasn't loud, but it was rather prolonged.

Nüwa had long grown accustomed to it; after all, she is a Holy Person. Who would dare spread rumors about her?

Although she could easily suppress this burping embarrassment, her inner self told her she couldn't do that. She couldn't bear to lose this exhilarating sensation.

Nüwa reluctantly set the cup down, suppressing the urge to lick her lips, and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe her red lips.

This peach soda truly lives up to what that monkey said—two words: delicious!

Just as she was about to speak, Nüwa suddenly felt a faint qi wandering within her body. The Heavenly Court's power-wielding Holy Person instantly sensed the source of this qi—it was precisely the peach soda she had just drunk.

After sensing it slightly, her heart felt an added trace of wonder. This qi, she was quite familiar with!

Peach. And moreover, it's nine-thousand-year-old!

Back in her master's Dao Palace, she had also eaten many such peaches; as one of the Innate Ten Great Spirit Roots, it naturally offered endless wonders.

She still enjoyed eating them when she was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, though later their effect on her became negligible.

Even now, eating a hundred of these peaches in a row would yield no improvement for her, but this fruit is her master's exclusive, and later he passed it all on to that little girl in Yaochi.

How could this thing appear in this cup of peach soda? Nüwa felt puzzled.

Looking up at Sun Wukong: "Why does this peach soda have cultivation-enhancing effects? What did you add to it? Can it still aid cultivation?"

Xuan Feng's heart stirred—could this thing really be that good?

And judging from the Holy Mother's reaction, its taste is absolutely not bad!

Sun Wukong, hearing this, gathered his inner sorrow, forced a smile, and waved his hands repeatedly: "We definitely didn't add anything random."

"Absolutely pure and natural!"

After speaking, Sun Wukong produced a large, fresh peach.

"The raw materials for our peach soda and fresh peach juice are all from this!"

This one, Nüwa recognized at a glance.

"Where did you get this nine-thousand-year peach?" Nüwa asked aloud.

This is her biggest confusion—this item has long become exclusive to Yaochi in the Three Realms, so how could Chaos Residence use nine-thousand-year peaches as raw material?

Nine-thousand-year peach?! Xuan Feng froze, her eyes full of shock—could this be the legendary nine-thousand-year peach?

Xuan Feng stared fixedly at the peach in Sun Wukong's hand, radiating immortal qi, her heart somewhat shaken.

She had said it looked somewhat familiar—turns out it's the Innate Spiritual Root peach; she had eaten it before, though at most she had only tasted six-thousand-year peaches.

She also naturally knew just how immense the energy contained within this peach was!

"Naturally, it's my master's!"

Sun Wukong lightly tossed the nine-thousand-year peach in his hand; that casual air, as if this weren't a treasure coveted across the Three Realms but merely a stone picked up by the roadside.

"Is this thing really that precious? My master's place has an entire orchard—eating them all would be quite a hassle, after all, one harvest fills a whole tree, and then it ripens once a year."

Sun Wukong spoke with the air of someone long accustomed to it, his peach almost spinning in his hand.

Xuan Feng, Nüwa:?!?!

Whether peaches are precious or not, just ask any cultivator in the Three Realms and you'll know!

Why do so many immortals flock to the Heavenly Court's Peach Banquet each time? Do you really think it's due to the Court's majesty? No—they're all just hoping to snag a peach at the feast.

This thing has negligible effect on Prepared Saints and Holy Persons, but for cultivators at the Great Luo level and below, the benefits are immense.

Nüwa's eyelid twitched—Sun Wukong actually said Chaos Residence's orchard is full of peach trees; if his master were from Yaochi, she might believe it.

But it's obvious—Yaochi and Chen the Shopkeeper, Pan Tao Yuan and Chaos Residence—these have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

However, growing peach trees isn't impossible; although this was passed down by his master to Yaochi, he never declared to the Three Realms that only Yaochi could cultivate them.

It's just that they were tacitly accepted; these Holy Persons and high-ranking Prepared Saints had no need to plant them.

Moreover, Yaochi strictly supervises this aspect; even if there were peaches, the remaining ones would not dare to be planted, and cultivating peaches also requires special skill—it's not something that can be done casually.

Thus, I have never heard of any immortal cultivator planting this thing.

However, everything has variables.

In terms of quantity, peaches are sufficient to be called the most numerous among Innate Spiritual Roots, without exception.

Simply put, the Peach Garden alone has three thousand six hundred peaches; given how vast Honghuang is, there might still be some elsewhere, and thus they were found by this Chen shopkeeper.

With his mysterious and unfathomable methods, producing a courtyard's worth of peaches is not impossible.

However, this is not what shocked her the most.

Nüwa tightly stared at the peach Sun Wukong was playing with in his hand; what she found most unbelievable was that Sun Wukong actually said the peaches ripen once a year!

Is this not nonsense?

Anyone with a bit of common sense should know that peaches are divided into three grades: those that ripen every three thousand years, every six thousand years, and every nine thousand years.