Chapter 34: My Orchard Truly Originates from the Legendary Flower Fruit Mountain

The white horse, having received the name “White Dragon Horse” bestowed by Chu Xiaoyu, thus came into existence.

Because he had secretly handed over the celestial steed to Chu Xiaoyu, the Immortal Lord, Sun Wukong had to rush back to clean up the mess. Fatty Ox and Iron Fan, however, stayed behind; Chu Xiaoyu happened to need some help.

The three of them spent their time in the backyard, playing with the White Dragon Horse. This horse, being originally from the Heavenly Palace, had suddenly been nourished by Chu Xiaoyu’s spiritual power, which awakened its mind in an instant, granting it the ability to comprehend things almost as a human would.

The White Dragon Horse was cleverer than any dog. With just a gesture from Chu Xiaoyu, it would immediately understand and carry out any task assigned.

A horse smarter than a person—such a thing was indeed rare in the world, astonishing all who witnessed it.

The farm had long been shrouded in a purple mist, making the grass on the land lush and rich—more delicious even than what the horse had tasted in the Heavenly Palace. The White Dragon Horse instantly took a liking to this place.

Iron Fan stared blankly at the now-barren orchard for a long while before finally asking Chu Xiaoyu, “Sir, were all these fruit trees transplanted here from Elder Brother’s Flower and Fruit Mountain?”

“That’s right. Why do you ask? Is there a problem?” Chu Xiaoyu replied, somewhat puzzled.

Iron Fan nodded. “Yes, there is a slight issue.”

“What issue?”

After pondering, Iron Fan said, “Now that this orchard has been harvested, it will take about ten years before it bears fruit again. It’s obvious these trees were once heavy with fruit, but now they’re stripped bare—what a waste.”

Chu Xiaoyu was astonished. “What? They only bear fruit every ten years? Are you serious? I don’t know much about these things, so don’t try to fool me.”

She giggled. “I wouldn’t dare fool you, sir. Your mastery of Daoist arts is formidable. Take this farm, for instance—it’s a natural formation. Anyone versed in the Dao who enters will find their powers immediately suppressed, rendering them no different from an ordinary person.”

What Iron Fan said was true.

Every flower and blade of grass in this farm exuded an air of mystery—a natural formation. When the purple mist thickened, eerie things would happen, unknown to outsiders. For instance, no one from outside could enter, and those within, like Sun Wukong, could not leave.

Sometimes, people from this world and those from a parallel one would meet on a single line in time.

Moreover, even if something catastrophic happened within the farm, it would not disturb anyone outside. A natural barrier sealed the two worlds completely.

But how did all this come to be?

Even Chu Xiaoyu was utterly baffled by it all.

“Sir, something’s wrong—a crowd of people has suddenly gathered outside, and they want to come in. I didn’t dare open the gate,” Fatty Ox reported, slurping on an ice pop as he hurried over.

Chu Xiaoyu frowned. “A crowd? Who are they?”

Fatty Ox shook his head, still sucking on his treat. “That, I’m not sure about, sir. You’d better take a look yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll go.”

Outside the farm gate, a swarm of reporters carrying all sorts of cameras had appeared, all from major media outlets in the eastern capital. They had come in droves, eager to interview Chu Xiaoyu.

After eating the fruit, one could truly enhance their beauty—not only that, but also lose weight. Any young woman with a fondness for beauty had spent ten thousand yuan to buy these fruits, and after eating them, their bodies underwent an almost supernatural transformation.

A chain reaction—a nuclear fusion.

This shook the entire media world.

“Boss, open the gate!”

“Boss, please open up—just let us in for a moment…”

“If you don’t open up, we’ll force our way in!”

The commotion outside was relentless.

Chu Xiaoyu suddenly felt a splitting headache.

Since the orchard’s secret could no longer be kept, he might as well let the situation escalate—let the storm rage on.

With a resounding clang, Chu Xiaoyu boldly opened the main gate.

Outside, a vast throng of media reporters surged forward with their equipment.

“Ah! The gate’s open—it’s Mr. Chu!”

“Mr. Chu, hello! I’m a reporter from the Southern Morning Post in the Eastern Capital. May we interview you live on the scene?”

“Boss Chu, hello! I’m with the Urban Legends segment of the Eastern Capital Television. May I ask you a few questions?”

“Mr. Chu, hello! We’re columnists from the New Story Weekly and we’d like to—”

“Mr. Chu—”

“—”

The moment Chu Xiaoyu appeared, the crowd quickly encircled him, with reporters shoving microphones forward.

How amusing!

Would this situation ever calm down?

Eat a piece of fruit and you become more beautiful; eat another and you lose weight; eat yet another, and—perhaps—even extend your life.

Could things get any more absurd?

“Everyone, please quiet down for a moment,” Chu Xiaoyu said to the relentless clicking of cameras, nearly at a loss for words. “If you truly want to interview me, it’s not out of the question, but could you at least quiet down first?”

“Everyone, let’s listen to Mr. Chu!” someone shouted, hoisting a camera, eager to be the first to get the scoop.

With that, the raucous crowd finally fell silent.

Chu Xiaoyu swept his gaze over them and began, “Ladies and gentlemen of the media, hello. My name is Chu Xiaoyu, owner of Hand-in-Hand Farm. Regarding the recent events, let me offer a brief explanation.

“I believe you’ve all seen the miraculous scene online. Indeed, the fruits grown in my orchard are from Flower and Fruit Mountain.”

“Ah! Boss Chu, you’re not joking? You mean the Flower and Fruit Mountain from Journey to the West—the home of that Monkey King?”

“Yes, precisely. That Flower and Fruit Mountain from Journey to the West.”

“Come on, boss, you’re pulling our leg, right? I don’t buy it.”

“Honestly, I don’t believe it either—I’m just joking around.”

“Ha! You really are a character.”

“Boss, are you married? I’d love to give you a whole litter of little monkeys…”

What began as a serious media scrum soon devolved into chaos, the tension swept away by someone’s offhand remark.

Tell them the truth, and they won’t believe you.

Tell a lie, and they just might.

Truly, the fruit trees in my orchard come from Flower and Fruit Mountain of Journey to the West.

But they don’t believe it.

Chu Xiaoyu could only feel a deep and lingering sorrow.