Chapter 241

If anyone else spoke so boldly, Yaochi would have turned against them long ago!

But this person happens to be Chen Nuo, the shopkeeper who just awakened her divine abilities.

She cannot, nor does she dare, act rashly.

"Then give me a peach juice," Yaochi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

She still couldn't believe it, but seeing is believing.

"Is it chilled or room temperature?"

Does this drink even come chilled? Yaochi was stunned, then said: "Give me a chilled one."

Chen Nuo nodded and leisurely made his way to the back kitchen.

Selling flat peaches in front of the Queen Mother—such a thing would only be done by him.

But he doesn't care about such matters; the fact that his shop has flat peaches will eventually spread. Choosing a day is no better than bumping into one—better to lay it all out now than cause a frenzy later.

No more pretenses—I am the Flat Peach Tycoon!

Anyway, even if Yaochi is unwilling, there's nothing she can do about him.

Chen Nuo brought out a large cup.

He placed it in front of Yaochi.

He did not directly charge her.

Is this the peach juice Chen Nuo spoke of? Looking at the cup before her—not transparent, retaining some peach flesh color.

Yaochi nodded; the presentation was quite good, though she didn't know how it tasted.

Yaochi unconsciously had her thoughts carried away by the peach juice before her, forgetting she was there to verify its authenticity.

Her finger lightly touched the cup's rim, and a cool sensation traveled from her fingertip to her brain, without the slightest abruptness, utterly comfortable.

Raising the cup, Yaochi elegantly took a small sip—ice-cold on the tongue, and as the peach juice touched her tongue, there arose an indescribable comfort.

Under the scorching sun, such a cup brings ease to body and mind—something divine power alone cannot achieve.

After the chill comes just the right essence—too much makes it cloying, too little makes it bland.

The peach juice lingers in the mouth with a tart sweetness, delivering a flavor that made Yaochi almost reluctant to swallow such delight.

Only after the coolness faded did she slowly swallow, and then she regained her composure.

Yaochi savored it, her eyes wide with astonishment—this flavor truly is flat peach, and moreover, nine-thousand-year-old.

If the first sip were debatable, the second would settle it—this is undoubtedly flat peach!

As the cultivator of flat peaches, Yaochi's familiarity with them in the Three Realms is second to none—no one dares claim first.

But how could the shopkeeper have flat peaches? Yaochi was utterly puzzled, pursing her lips without speaking, unsure what to say.

Should she directly question the shopkeeper why he has flat peaches? Having just accepted his favor and awakened her divine abilities, to turn against him now—Yaochi felt she couldn't do that, but if she doesn't get to the bottom of it, she'll find no peace, unable even to drink water.

After all, this is already shaking the foundation of the Heavenly Court.

Furrowing her brows in thought, Yaochi unconsciously, her body honestly, lifted the cup and drank it down in one gulp.

The cool sensation made her entire soul feel relaxed and redeemed—refreshing!

This is truly delicious!

This thing looks like plain flat peach juice—when she returns, she'll try making it herself.

Yaochi's thoughts have completely gone astray.

Soon, Yaochi had drunk the entire cup of peach juice.

"Does it taste good?"

Chen Nuo's voice came faintly.

Yaochi was instantly startled awake.

"Good, it's delicious."

She shivered, recalling her earlier doubts, unable to suppress them any longer, about to speak.

"Follow me."

Chen Nuo softly said, interrupting Yaochi, then leisurely turned and walked toward the back.

Yaochi froze, seeing Chen Nuo's back to her, then quickly inverted the cup, the last drop of peach juice falling from her mouth into it.

This Queen Mother really is quite peculiar—Chen Nuo smiled slightly.

Though he hadn't turned around, he noticed that small movement.

I don't know where the shopkeeper is taking her—Yaochi had some doubts, but she didn't voice them, knowing the shopkeeper acts with reason.

"I want to make a deal with you—a deal about flat peaches."

Chen Nuo said lightly.

Flat peach deal? Yaochi's beautiful brows furrowed again.

Without saying more, Chen Nuo reached out and shoved the backyard door wide open.

Instantly, a refreshing fragrance filled the room. Seeing the scene before her, Yaochi was utterly stunned, her mouth wide open.

Back there, there's actually an orchard of flat peaches!

Nine-thousand-year-old!

Nine-thousand-year-old!

Still nine-thousand-year-old!

Yaochi stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she saw.

An orchard of flat peaches, all nine-thousand-year-old—she was certain she wasn't dreaming: "Shopkeeper Chen, this..."

Yaochi's expression shifted.

She had thought the shopkeeper could produce flat peaches only through some channels!

It is common for immortals attending the Peach Banquet not to eat peaches at the banquet; they take them back and can exchange them through some means.

But now, she knows how outrageously wrong she was—Chen the shopkeeper actually has peach trees, and so many of them!

And they are all nine-thousand-year-old!

Yaochi's breathing became somewhat hurried; Dao Ancestor Lord Ye had personally said that in the Three Realms, only her family had peach trees, but now—!

She knows that Dao Ancestor Lord Ye never speaks without basis; at least, all his previous words have never been wrong.

But now, Chen the shopkeeper has actually broken that!

"The world is vast; you will never see its full extent."

Chen Nuo said lightly from the side.

Yaochi's body stiffened, and she did not continue speaking; although Chen the shopkeeper did not say it outright, he also gave her his answer.

Indeed, among the Three Realms there are countless talented people—what is absolute? Like Chen the shopkeeper, this hidden peerless master, producing peaches is also normal.

"Chen the shopkeeper, may I take a look?"

Yaochi made her voice sound somewhat calmer.

Chen Nuo nodded: "Yes."

Yaochi stepped forward and came before a peach tree.

The trunk was thick and sturdy, lush and verdant; the peaches hanging on it were plump and juicy.

Yaochi's heart suddenly welled up with a sense of defeat—Chen the shopkeeper's peach growth far surpassed hers!

Clearly, she had followed Dao Ancestor Lord Ye's instructions meticulously, caring for the peaches with utmost precision—how could the difference be so great!

"Chen the shopkeeper? How do you care for them?"

Yaochi was somewhat excited; she no longer cared why Chen Nuo had peach trees.

"Strong power, what is lacking?" "Nothing much—just stick it in the soil, water it, apply fertilizer.

Chen Nuo said casually.

"These were grown by Sun Wukong; as for fertilizer, I don't even know how he made it.

Anyway, it's not his produce; one with cultivation can directly digest it into bodily nourishment.

"Is it really that simple?"

Yaochi looked somewhat dazed.

"In my orchard, not a single peach tree fails to need meticulous care; for this, I have even trained a batch of professional immortal attendants!"

Chen Nuo nodded: "Just that simple."

How could Yaochi know that the soil in this chaos residence has such miraculous effects? Turning the nine-thousand-year maturation into yearly ripening, with efficacy unchanged—this is truly heaven-defying.

Calming her mind, Yaochi suddenly recalled Chen Nuo's earlier words.

"I don't know what Chen the shopkeeper meant by trade..."

Yaochi asked softly.

"In my chaos residence's food and drink offerings, peach soda, peach juice, peach blossom brew, and peach blossom porridge all require peaches as raw materials."

"You also see, my orchard is not large; the yield of peaches and peach blossom petals is somewhat insufficient for demand."

Chen Nuo paused, then said: "Can you give me the surplus nine-thousand-year peaches and peach blossom petals?"