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When Ye Chuanze, Fuxi, and Nüwa arrived at Wuzhuang Temple, the Primordial Immortals had already taken their seats.
A young attendant led them to three vacant seats. Fuxi and Nüwa sat down, while the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus occupied the remaining empty seat. Ye Chuanze manifested his ethereal form and sat upon the Black Lotus, which counted as taking a seat. Ye Chuanze felt a sense of appreciation for Zhen Yuanzi's thoughtfulness in preparing a seat for him, even though he knew he had no physical body and could not actually sit there. However, this gesture reflected Zhen Yuanzi's respect for Ye Chuanze, placing him on equal footing with all the other immortals present.
Ye Chuanze was pleased, and his fondness for Zhen Yuanzi increased significantly. He glanced around at the other immortals in attendance, noting that among them were Di Jun, Taiyi, the Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng, and Minghe Old Ancestor, as well as Red Cloud. These were all top-tier Primordial beings, distinguished by their lineage and cultivation levels. The purpose of Zhen Yuanzi hosting this Ginseng Fruit Banquet was clear; he aimed to establish good relations with the Primordial Immortals. As the saying goes, one is less likely to refuse a favor from someone who has provided hospitality.
However, Zhen Yuanzi was indeed generous; he had gone to great lengths to treat everyone with Ginseng Fruit. This Ginseng Fruit was one of the top ten innate spiritual roots, blooming once every three thousand years, bearing fruit every three thousand years, and maturing after another three thousand years. From blooming to maturity took a total of nine thousand years, and it only produced thirty fruits at a time, highlighting its rarity. After waiting nine thousand years for just thirty fruits, Ye Chuanze felt this was not worth it; it wasn't even enough to fill his teeth.
In later generations, Ginseng Fruit became exceedingly precious because if someone was fortunate enough to encounter it and merely smelled it, they could live an additional three hundred sixty years; eating one could extend their life by forty-seven thousand years. After the War of the Gods, most deities in the heavenly realm had shallow cultivation and limited lifespans. Once they faced the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, it meant their demise. At this time, the ability to live an additional three hundred sixty years from just a whiff or forty-seven thousand years from consuming a Ginseng Fruit became especially significant.
The gods in the heavenly realm coveted this longevity-enhancing Ginseng Fruit but only dared to yearn for it in their hearts. Zhen Yuanzi's profound cultivation made them hesitant to covet his Ginseng Fruit. Little did they know that later on, an audacious Sun Wukong would not only steal Zhen Yuanzi's Ginseng Fruit but also destroy the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
Speaking of Ginseng Fruit inevitably brought Sun Wukong to mind. Ye Chuanze narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered that after Sun Wukong destroyed the Ginseng Fruit Tree as recorded in Journey to the West, he invited Guanyin Bodhisattva to revive it. Consequently, Zhen Yuanzi did not hold it against him and even formed a brotherly bond with him. This seemed illogical! There were many peculiarities in this situation; for instance, Sun Wukong stole Ginseng Fruit first and then destroyed the Ginseng Fruit Tree. Even if he later revived it, it could not erase his previous transgressions. It was already astonishing that Zhen Yuanzi chose not to pursue the matter; forming a bond with him was simply unfathomable!
After contemplating for a moment, Ye Chuanze felt there must be some hidden circumstances; Zhen Yuanzi was not someone without temper.
" Mr. Ye," Di Jun said from across the table, "you look lost in thought. What are you pondering?"
Ye Chuanze came back to reality at the sound of his voice and replied to Di Jun, "I was wondering if I unknowingly offended Zhen Yuanzi."
"Why do you say that?"
"Ah!" Ye Chuanze sighed deeply and said with a furrowed brow, "Look at you all; each of you can taste this innate Spiritual Fruit while I can only watch without eating. Is Zhen Yuanzi deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"
Di Jun couldn't help but laugh at this remark. "You! I've never seen anyone so greedy."
At that moment, Red Cloud, who was munching on a Ginseng Fruit in hand, chimed in: "Di Jun is right; Mr. Ye, you can't be like this! Cultivators must avoid greed!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze turned silently towards Red Cloud with an expressionless face and said: "Heh... you're probably the last person qualified to lecture me! Red Cloud, do you dare put down that half-eaten Ginseng Fruit before saying that?"
Red Cloud silently finished eating the remaining half of the Ginseng Fruit before placing the pit down and said to Ye Chuanze: "What’s there to be afraid of?"
"..." Ye Chuanze suddenly felt that Red Cloud had accumulated so much enmity for good reason; this person was truly infuriating and made one want to hit him.
Just then, Zhen Yuanzi approached from afar. Looking at Ye Chuanze with a smile in his eyes, he said: "I heard you complaining about me from far away; I feel wronged! I sincerely invited you here for the banquet. As for your inability to taste this Ginseng Fruit today, I had already made arrangements for that. Since you cannot enjoy it today, you'll have to endure it temporarily. But I promise you that I will reserve one of the Ginseng Fruits still growing on that tree for you. Once you successfully transform your form and transcend your tribulation, I will pick that Ginseng Fruit as a congratulatory gift for you."
"What if I am unable to transform and successfully pass the tribulation?" Ye Chuanze asked.
"Then let it remain hanging on the Ginseng Fruit Tree. If you are unfortunate enough not to taste it, let it turn to soil to nourish the fruit tree, waiting for the next harvest!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze's expression changed, and he said, "What merit or ability do I have to receive such heartfelt treatment from you?"
"You are too modest!" Zhen Yuanzi replied with a smile.
Ye Chuanze glanced at the Ginseng Fruit placed on the table before him. It was pure white, resembling what was described in Journey to the West, looking like a baby. He sighed inwardly, realizing that Zhen Yuanzi truly acted with meticulous care. Regardless of whether his words were sincere or feigned, Ye Chuanze felt touched and remembered his kindness, accepting this favor.
However, he had come to the banquet and received two Ginseng Fruits, which he considered a gain. He couldn't help but marvel at Zhen Yuanzi's generosity; he was indeed extravagant! He should be dragged out and beaten!
After some thought, Ye Chuanze understood why Zhen Yuanzi was so generous. The value of the Ginseng Fruit lay in its ability to extend an immortal's lifespan. However, these Primordial Immortals were all highly skilled and had endless lifespans, free from the threat of decay. Thus, they had no need for the Ginseng Fruit to prolong their lives. For them, it was merely a rare Spiritual Fruit.
"Zhen Yuanzi, is there anyone else who has yet to arrive?" The question came from Kunpeng, who had been quietly sitting nearby. Kunpeng had handsome features and a deep voice.
Most seats were already filled, leaving only one vacant next to Di Jun, which prompted Kunpeng's inquiry.
Ye Chuanze was surprised by this question; he had noticed the same issue but thought Di Jun would be the one to ask since the empty seat was beside him. Why was it Kunpeng who spoke up? He looked at Kunpeng and saw his cold expression with no hint of emotion, as if he were merely asking casually. Ye Chuanze then glanced at Di Jun, who was drinking quietly with an indifferent expression, seemingly unconcerned about Kunpeng's words. This left Ye Chuanze puzzled about what these two were thinking.
The arrangement of seats was also significant and based on the familiarity among individuals. For instance, the Three Pure Ones sat together; Fuxi, Nuwa, and Ye Chuanze were seated together; Di Jun and Taiyi were also together; while Kunpeng was seated far from Di Jun due to rumors of their discord that had spread throughout the Primordial realm. It seemed that Zhen Yuanzi must have lost his mind to place these two enemies together.
After speculating for a while without any conclusion about Kunpeng's intentions, Ye Chuanze decided it wasn't his concern. If Kunpeng wanted to target someone, it wasn't him; he preferred to watch the drama unfold. He wouldn't admit that he enjoyed seeing others face misfortune. He had experienced too much misfortune himself and felt resentful! He wished all immortals in the Primordial realm would share in his bad luck.
Zhen Yuanzi nodded and said to Kunpeng, "Yes, there is still one person who has not arrived."
"May I ask who that person is?" Kunpeng inquired again.
Before Zhen Yuanzi could respond, a lazy yet elegant voice came from the entrance, "I didn't know you cared so much about me, Kunpeng."
Upon hearing this voice, everyone turned to look at the entrance and then fell silent in unison before immediately turning their gazes back to Zhen Yuanzi with unspoken questions in their eyes: "Do you really have no enmity with Di Jun?"
Zhen Yuanzi was not thick-skinned; he felt overwhelmed by everyone's intense stares and awkwardly said, "Is there something you want to say?"
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A moment of silent stillness ensued, and everyone continued to gaze at him without speaking.
The newcomer was none other than Kitsunetsu, the leader of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan from Qingqiu Mountain. The relationship between Kitsunetsu and Di Jun was somewhat complicated, filled with love, hate, and entangled emotions that were hard to articulate; in short, it was not a pleasant rapport. Ye Chuanze thought to himself, well, I take back what I just said; Zhen Yuanzi does indeed have some shortcomings in his approach. If initially Zhen Yuanzi's decision to keep Di Jun and Kunpeng apart was wise, then now allowing Kitsunetsu to sit next to Di Jun was a grave mistake!
In fact, Zhen Yuanzi would have been better off seating Kunpeng beside Di Jun! At least there was a clear enmity between those two, while the situation between Di Jun and Kitsunetsu was far more intricate. Di Jun had once gone out of his way to build a relationship with Kitsunetsu, only to be ruthlessly slapped in the face. His resentment towards Kitsunetsu was palpable! Yet he could not openly confront him, as Kitsunetsu was backed by the Azure Hill Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan.
Kitsunetsu scanned the crowd and noticed that there was only one empty seat next to Di Jun. He raised an eyebrow and said, “You there, who wants to swap seats with me?”
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Upon hearing this, the crowd fell into another round of silence. Even Zhen Yuanzi's expression turned awkward; Kitsunetsu's words were like a slap in the face directed at Di Jun! A merciless one at that.
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