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Chapter 105 Zhen Yuanzi Delivers Ginseng Fruit

Yang Jiao couldn't reconcile the amiable Zhen Yuanzi in front of her with the imposing Zhen Yuanzi who had just tucked Shiva into his sleeve with a wave of his hand.

I just felt like I was blessed with incredible luck!

Having no other choice but to beg to join, Zhen Yuanzi personally invited him.

He nodded immediately.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were piercing as he said:

"Stop riding your bike, fly over using Red Cloud."

Yang Jiao felt a sense of relief.

Previously, he was worried that Zhen Yuanzi would seek revenge for his friend if he found out that Hong Yun had him, but now it seems that he has benefited from Hong Yun's influence.

Without refusing, he summoned Hongyun and flew ahead.

Zhen Yuanzi, who had landed behind Yang Jiao, watched with slightly reddened eyes, thinking to himself:

"Hongyun... I've finally seen Hongyun again, my dear friend."

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, is this your successor? I will definitely protect your successor well."

Yang Jiao rode on a red cloud to Wuzhuang Temple.

Looking at the tightly closed door, he raised his hand and knocked on the door knocker.

The two boys who came out from inside opened the door and saw Yang Jiao again. Their expressions immediately turned displeased.

"Why are you here again? Believe me or not, I'll really hit you."

Qingfeng Tongzi, shaking his hair bun, was also quite annoyed. Fearing he would displease his master in the temple, he quickly waved his hand and pushed Yang Jiao out.

"Master is in a bad mood lately, get out of here!"

Yang Jiao was powerless. This time, it was the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi who sent me.

Explanation:

"It was the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi who invited me to come and sit for a while."

Upon hearing this, Mingyue chuckled.

"You're the hotpot, huh? You think you're so important? Your master sent you, ha... haha? When did you leave, Master?"

Zhen Yuanzi stood behind Yang Jiao and glanced at the two boys:

"Get out of the way."

The gentle breeze and the bright moon immediately retreated to the sides.

Zhen Yuanzi led the way, turning back to Yang Jiao and saying:

"Come with me to the main room."

Their tones were completely different; Qingfeng and Mingyue were filled with fear and unease.

Seeing the red cloud gradually receding beneath the feet of the little girl following Zhen Yuanzi, they were even more terrified and exchanged a glance:

"That's...that's Senior Hongyun?"

The two of them had followed Zhen Yuanzi for a long time, so how could they not know that their master had a close friend who had died and disappeared?

Now that the red cloud appeared at Yang Jiao's feet, he immediately realized how important this young girl would be to Zhen Yuanzi in the future.

Now, when they think back to the scene where they turned her away, they are filled with regret and terrified.

Oh no, I've messed up!

The gentle breeze spoke to the bright moon:

"You just pushed her so hard she fell face-first..."

Mingyue was anxious and immediately said to Qingyue:

"You were just about to slap her with your own spit!"

Zhen Yuanzi led Yang Jiao into the main hall.

I wanted to ask more questions, but I also felt I shouldn't scare the child and make her afraid of me.

Yang Jiao sat in the chair, her fingers clenched tightly, unsure how to speak, her eyes fixed on the large tree outside the hall.

She looked at the ginseng fruit tree, which was laden with many fruits the size of an adult's palm, each resembling a human infant. She considered them carefully:

How can we send this precious soil out so that someone can learn the secrets of the universe?

Seeing that Yang Jiao's gaze was fixed on the ginseng fruit tree, Zhen Yuanzi immediately summoned Qingfeng and Mingyue:

"Go and bring down three ginseng fruits."

The boy obeyed and hurried out.

The two stood under the tree, selecting the best fruit from the branches:

"Hit the biggest one."

"No, that one doesn't look crisp or sweet, and it's from the sunny side."

He selected three fine ginseng fruits, placed them on a tray, and carefully arranged them in front of Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao, seeing this, immediately stood up and bowed to the two of them without any hesitation to express her gratitude:

"Thank you, both young servants."

Seeing this, Qingfeng and Mingyue knew that Yang Jiao did not hold grudges, but she was somewhat similar to Hongyun, the kindest person their master had mentioned. They also felt a sense of goodwill towards Yang Jiao.

This young master will likely become a frequent visitor to Wuzhuang Temple in the future.

After the two children were relieved, they slowly faded away.

They were whispering outside the palace:

"The moment I saw her, I knew that this little ancestor was a person of great fortune."

Now it's very easy to call him Xiao Zu.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Yang Jiao and raised his chin, gesturing for her to eat.

The ginseng fruit on the table smelled even more wonderful up close. Yang Jiao bowed deeply to Zhen Yuanzi.

"Thank you, Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."

Zhen Yuanzi's amiable expression darkened:

"Great Immortal?"

Yang Jiao realized she had called him by the wrong name and quickly corrected herself:

"Thank you...senior?"

This form of address was seen as an attempt to establish a connection, and Yang Jiao was unsure of its validity.

But Zhen Yuanzi was still somewhat displeased.

She had no choice but to think of another one.

Could it be that Zhen Yuanzi, being of noble status, dislikes others claiming kinship or kinship?

Yang Jiao stood even more upright and performed a very standard Taoist kowtow, consisting of three prostrations and nine bows:

"Yang Jiao kowtowed to thank Daoist Zhen Yuanzi for saving his life and for bestowing upon him ginseng fruit."

Unexpectedly, before he could even kneel down, his knees were lifted up.

Zhen Yuanzi's expression grew even more displeased.

My gaze shifted to the ginseng fruit tree outside, to the rosy cloud that had drifted back with Yang Jiao.

After a long pause, he sighed and said:

"Given my relationship with Hongyun, you should call me uncle."

Uncle...

uncle! ?

Yang Jiao was shocked.

So it turns out that my previous thought that Zhen Yuanzi disliked people calling him by names even if they were related to him was wrong.

So Zhen Yuanzi thinks she has too few relatives!

Her lips trembled as she thought to herself:

"Just how powerful a connection have I managed to build?"

Then he started to wonder, which one was more capable, his own uncle or this other uncle in front of him?

Zhen Yuanzi waited in vain for that address, and stubbornly kept looking at Yang Jiao.

She straightened up, gave a slight bow, and said in a clear voice:

"Yang Jiao thanks Uncle for saving her."

Zhen Yuanzi was satisfied.

He relaxed back in his chair and pointed to the ginseng fruit on the table, saying:

"Try it. Your uncle doesn't grow many fruits here, so please make do with this."

Yang Jiao picked up the ginseng fruit that would attract countless demons if placed outside, and thought to herself:

What a convenient way to eat it!

It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature, producing only 30 fruits each time!

Just smelling it can add 360 years to your lifespan, and eating one will add 47,000 years.

There are three in front of me now!

Yang Jiao took a bite off the top of the ginseng fruit, and before she could even taste it, the flesh seemed to melt in her mouth.

All that's left is the aroma of fruit.

She finished the rest of the food in a few bites and felt a heat rising in her body.

This ginseng fruit is incredibly potent; her belly is overflowing with spiritual energy, and she's had enough.

He had just reached the realm of Human Immortal when his cultivation suddenly weakened, and he entered a meditative state with his face flushed, as if he were drunk.

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Zhen Yuanzi got up and gently patted Yang Jiao's shoulder, who was already in a deep meditation and unable to wake up.

A mysterious force awakened Yang Jiao.

She felt a sudden emptiness in her stomach, and then spiritual energy rushed straight to her head, instantly taking her from the early stage of Human Immortal to the Great Perfection of Earth Immortal.

Earth Immortal Great Perfection!!!

Moreover, he did not undergo any enlightenment or meditation; he relied solely on a ginseng fruit.

Yang Jiao became even more excited.

This is the effect of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth!

He immediately offered the Breath of Earth he had brought from his bosom with both hands, and said obediently:

“Uncle Zhen Yuanzi, this is the Nine Heavens Breath Soil that I obtained from the sea of ​​blood to save the souls of the dead. I know you may not be interested in it.”

This handful of soil can be used to nourish the ginseng fruit tree.

Zhen Yuanzi was at a loss when he saw that the little girl in front of him had actually given him a gift.

He looked around busily.

He was torn between accepting and not accepting, his eyes starting to well up with tears.

"Good child, you gave me something?"

What more could a dignified ancestor of earth immortals like him need?

But Yang Jiao's filial piety truly touched his heart as her uncle.

He went straight to his back room and began searching:

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun is pitiful. He has gained a successor who is so filial. It's truly heartbreaking to think about."

I need to give my eldest niece some nice things.