Chapter 47: Sun Wukong Presents the Peaches of Immortality

“Are you talking about them? The Wolong who hold up the sky?”

The Su family never expected it. They arrived in haste, anxious and worried, and failed to notice the Wolong clan who had been kneeling before Chu Xiaoyu all along.

Suddenly prompted, the Su family realized that the Wolong clan was, like them, kneeling in neat rows.

Wolong... Holding up the sky?

He actually knelt too?

Good heavens, what terrifying events have happened here?

The Su family was utterly stunned!

“Sister in green, let me tell you. They barged into the master’s estate unannounced, and then Fatty and I gave them a good thrashing. By chance, they disturbed the master’s nap, so they...”

With a mischievous glance at Chu Xiaoyu, Tieshan continued, “The master was furious and said he’d use them to fertilize the orchard in the backyard.”

The master truly lived up to his reputation; his methods were swift and decisive, leaving them no choice but to kneel in all directions.

Admiration was all they could feel.

Complete submission!

“Master, are the Wolong family here as well?” Su Qingshan asked hesitantly.

“Ah, I’m weary of all this. These family matters, Old Su, I have no interest in your trivial affairs. Handle them yourselves,” Chu Xiaoyu said, snapping his fingers. Instantly, the restraints of the divine domain were lifted, and everything that had been eerily frozen returned to normal.

Chu Xiaoyu left without a backward glance.

Now, the Su family and the Wolong clan looked at each other—wide eyes staring, the atmosphere unbearably awkward.

Both families stood up, each pondering their own thoughts.

“Master, what should we do about the Su family?” a disciple whispered to Wolong Qingtian.

Wolong Qingtian felt like dying. Forced to kneel just now—if word of this got out, the reputation and dignity of the Wolong clan of Lingnan would be utterly worthless, swept away like street dust.

His mind was in chaos; he couldn’t care less about what to do with the Su family.

Besides, the Su family now had such a formidable ally—no matter how bold Wolong Qingtian became, he wouldn’t dare provoke them.

Their trip to the Eastern Capital of Beichuan, meant to avenge two disciples, ended with the Wolong clan utterly disgraced.

They arrived with high hopes, slunk home in defeat.

In the end, they became a laughingstock.

The Su family remained unharmed.

It is indeed pleasant to rest beneath a great tree; the ancients never deceived me.

...

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, having rid the Peach Orchard of pests, was forgiven by the Jade Emperor for losing the heavenly horses; his merits and faults balanced out.

Once the orchard was cleared of insects, the peach trees burst forth with new branches and blossoms, soon bearing fruit.

The trees were laden with peaches, covering every branch—a miracle.

Sun Wukong feasted his eyes.

It’s said that the Queen Mother’s orchard bears fruit every three, six, or nine thousand years.

But why, after he rid the orchard of pests, did all the trees suddenly bear fruit at once?

As for this anomaly, the monkey was never one for deep thought; after pondering a bit, he gave up and let it go.

In the blink of an eye, the orchard’s peaches were ripening.

The Queen Mother decided to hold a grand Peach Festival in the Heavenly Palace.

With the orchard full of peaches, Sun Wukong was overjoyed.

If not for his efforts, the orchard would still be infested.

With a gleam in his eye, Sun Wukong picked one peach each from the three, six, and nine-thousand-year cycles, packed them up, and slipped out of the Heavenly Palace.

At the farmstead.

Sun Wukong, like a bride returning to her mother’s house, burst through the strange immortal gate and shouted, “Immortal Master! Fatty Niu! A-Shan! Old Sun is back!”

Fatty Niu and Tieshan rushed out.

The three met with joyful excitement.

Tieshan saw Sun Wukong carrying a bulging cloth bag on his shoulder, curious about what treasures it might contain.

Unable to hold back, Tieshan asked, “Senior Brother, what’s in that bag? Is it food? Let me see.”

She reached for it, but Sun Wukong dodged with a laugh. “A-Shan, you really are a little glutton. I tell you, there are good treasures in here. But don’t rush; after I offer them to the Immortal Master, you two won’t miss out.”

“Immortal Master…”

Sun Wukong came in high spirits.

Chu Xiaoyu was leisurely sipping tea in the hall.

With a clatter, Sun Wukong tossed the cloth bag onto the table, his face alight with excitement. “Hehe, Immortal Master, guess what treasures are in my bag?”

“Oh, Senior Brother, stop teasing! Hurry and show us!” Tieshan urged impatiently.

“Alright, I’ll show you. You’ll be thrilled.”

Sun Wukong opened the bag and produced several peaches, explaining, “This one bears fruit every three thousand years, this one every six thousand, and this… every nine thousand years.”

“Hehe, Immortal Master, I offer the nine-thousand-year peach to you.”

He respectfully presented the rare peach with both hands.

A peach that ripens only once every nine thousand years?

Was he dreaming?

Chu Xiaoyu was so excited he nearly jumped up, but managed to maintain his composure, feigning indifference. “Wukong, your thoughtfulness is commendable. I’ll reluctantly accept this peach.”

“Hehe, it’s what a disciple should do.”

Though his heart surged with excitement, he kept a calm façade.

Chu Xiaoyu’s composure was flawless.

“Senior Brother, can I have the six-thousand-year peach?” Tieshan asked.

The nine-thousand-year peach, the greatest, was already offered to the master; naturally, the six-thousand-year peach should be hers.

Before Sun Wukong could reply, Tieshan grabbed the six-thousand-year peach.

The three-thousand-year peach went to Fatty Niu.

Everyone was delighted with their peaches.

Chu Xiaoyu asked, “Wukong, you picked these peaches in secret. Do you realize how serious the consequences could be if this is exposed?”

The fuse for the havoc in the Heavenly Palace had been laid; it only needed a spark to explode.

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek, unconcerned. “Who cares? There are so many peaches in the orchard. Besides, I rendered great service by clearing the pests—what’s a few peaches? It’s nothing.”

It may be nothing, but soon enough, the great-eared Buddha will slap you down beneath the Five Finger Mountain.

Chu Xiaoyu thought silently.