Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

As Zhen Yuanzi left.

Led by Mingyue Qingfeng, the group walked through the corridor and arrived at an elegant guest room.

The room was simply furnished yet tastefully decorated, with a sandalwood incense burner burning on a rosewood table, its smoke curling upwards.

In the very center of the table, four ginseng fruits lay quietly on a white jade tray. Each fruit had an identical baby face, with clear features and smiling eyes, like four little babies sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"This is a ginseng fruit? Why does it look like a little person?" Xing bent down and poked one of them with her finger.

The fruit was bouncy and wobbled slightly when she poked it, but her baby face still wore the same unchanging smile.

Xing withdrew her hand, her expression complex.

At first, she thought ginseng fruit was just a fruit that tasted like ginseng, or at most looked like ginseng, but she didn't expect it to look like a person.

How could she possibly bring herself to eat that? Taking a bite felt like eating a child.

Lu Ze was leaning back in his chair, pondering Zhen Yuanzi's words, when he heard Xing's mutterings and casually helped her punctuate them.

"It is a person, a ginseng fruit. It is not a ginseng, a fruit."

"Why say so much? Just eat."

Sun Wukong didn't care about anything else. He grabbed a ginseng fruit from the tray, bit off half of the doll's head, and juice dripped down his monkey fur.

Xing's eyebrows twitched as she watched.

He chewed a couple of times, then frowned. "Hmm—not sweet, not as good as a peach."

His tone carried a hint of disdain.

The most precious treasures known throughout the Three Realms were dismissed by him like wild fruit growing by the roadside.

When Lu Ze heard the words "peach", a sudden inspiration flashed in his mind.

He then beckoned to Sun Wukong: "Great Sage, Great Sage, listen to me."

"What's wrong?" Sun Wukong stuffed the remaining half of the ginseng fruit into his mouth in a few bites, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, and he came over with a blank look on his face.

"I heard you've eaten all the peaches from heaven, is that true?"

"Bullshit!" Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's fur stood on end, and he swung his tail violently behind him.

"Those old bastards in Heaven, they'll throw all sorts of shit at me, Old Sun."

"I'm just a monkey. He has thousands of peach trees in his entire Peach Orchard. How could I possibly eat them all? When I, Old Sun, was working in the Peach Orchard, I only stole a few baskets. The rest were all stolen by the heavenly soldiers and generals, given as gifts by the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother at their banquets, and distributed as tribute by various deities. Afterwards, the accounts didn't add up, and they blamed it all on me, Old Sun!"

Lu Ze looked at the monkey in front of him with sympathy, scratching its ears and cheeks in anger.

The Great Sage of the Flat-Headed Tent truly lives up to his name.

The Heavenly Court simply dumped its millennia-old debts onto a monkey, then imprisoned the monkey under a mountain, and no one bothered to investigate where the peaches of immortality had gone.

"Great Sage, come here, I have something to tell you." Lu Ze lowered his voice and beckoned to Sun Wukong with his finger.

Sun Wukong brought his furry head closer, and Lu Ze whispered something in his ear.

Xing quietly pricked up her ears, trying hard to hear what Lu Ze said, but all she heard was...

"We have to do this first, then this, and finally this."

It cannot be connected into a complete sentence.

Sun Wukong nodded repeatedly as he listened, a sly glint in his monkey eyes.

Xing rolled her eyes speechlessly, too lazy to pay attention to these two idiots.

She looked at the fruit in her hand, which didn't look quite right, and turned to ask Spark, who was playing with the ginseng fruit and spinning it on her fingertip.

"Spark, do you think if I eat this fruit, I'll get shot by an arrow when I get back?"