Journey to the West H: The Tale of Immortal Fruit

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The four travelers, master and disciples, were heading west when, at dusk, they came to a desolate place.

Seeing no villages or houses in the distance, and noting that the ground was flat, the traveler said, "Master, it's getting late
. Why don't we stay here for the night and continue our journey tomorrow?"

The others agreed and stopped to rest.

After Sanzang finished his meal and evening prayers, he settled down to rest. Meanwhile, Pigsy, seeing the holy monk asleep,
peeked out as if he wanted to say something. The Monkey

King laughed, "Hey you fool, do you have something to say?"

Pigsy whispered, "
Brother I have some good news to tell you."

Wukong said, "As the saying goes, good things don't happen in secret, and good things don't happen in secret. You can speak your mind, why do you need to perform
some kind of spell?"

Pigsy said, "Brother, don't doubt it, this matter is a great fortune for us brothers, if Master finds out, it will inevitably
cause trouble."

"But you're being strange again."

After saying that, the Monkey King made a hand seal and pointed at Sanzang, immediately shutting the holy monk's ears and eyes, waiting for the fool to say something
.

Bajie chuckled a few times and pointed south, saying, "Brother, do you know what's twenty li south of here?"

Wukong replied, "I don't know."

Bajie said, "Good riddance, brother. Twenty li south of here is a mountain called Cangyun Ridge. On the ridge is a secluded immortal
village, the abode of that ancient demon immortal."

Wukong said, "So what? I, Old Sun, have never had any dealings with that demon immortal. What good could I possibly have?"

Bajie laughed, "Brother, do you still remember the incident of stealing ginseng fruit at Wuzhuang Temple?"

The Monkey King grabbed Bajie's ear and laughed, "How could I not remember? If it weren't for you, you fool, stirring things up, how could that
trouble ? Perhaps my virtuous brother has repented and come here to ask for a good beating?"

The fool, his ear being pulled by Wukong, grimaced in pain, tears streaming down his face. He hurriedly begged for mercy, "Brother
, stop! Brother, stop! I know I was wrong, so please forgive me."

Wukong released his grip, and the fool continued to rub his ear, groaning in agony.

Wukong asked, "Why did you bring up the matter of Wuzhuang Temple out of the blue?"

Bajie replied, "Brother, you don't know, but when I was a marshal in Heaven, I heard people say that there
was a ginseng fruit tree in the Hidden Immortal Manor on Cangyun Ridge."

The Monkey King laughed, "You fool, how can you believe such hearsay? The ginseng fruit tree is
a spiritual root of heaven and earth; how could there be so many?"

Bajie said, "Brother, you only know one side of the story. For everything in the world, there is both positive and negative, yin and
yang. The ginseng fruit tree, being a spiritual root of heaven and earth, is also yin and yang. The yang tree is the one in Wuzhuang Temple, and the yin tree is right
here." "Hey, you see."

The Monkey King thought that what this fool said made some sense, so he asked again, "Trees are divided into yin and yang, so are the fruits
different ?"

Pigsy said, "Brother, you're right. These yin and yang fruits are not only different in shape, but also have different uses.
The fruit trees in Wuzhuang Temple are yang, and the fruits they bear are all in the shape of children; the fruit trees here are yin, and the fruits are all in the shape of young
girls . Eating yang fruits can increase one's lifespan, but if you eat a yin fruit, hehe, you can gain ten thousand years of cultivation."

Wukong couldn't help but feel itchy, but he thought that this fool was telling him this story just to persuade him to steal the fruit again.
If he let him succeed, wouldn't he lose face? He immediately said, "Fool, stop talking! It
's already a blessing for us brothers to eat the Yang Fruit. How can you be greedy and try to get your hands on the Yin Fruit?"

Sha Wujing, who was listening nearby, also advised, "What you say is very true, Elder Brother. That ancient demon immortal has been practicing magic for a long time and has
boundless . If we provoke him for no reason, trouble will inevitably arise."

Bajie was speechless, but when he heard Wujing's words, his eyes lit up and he had an idea. He said, "Alright, alright, since
you 're afraid of that demon immortal's power, I won't say anything more. It's just a pity for your lifelong reputation, alas, let's not talk about it."

Since the Monkey King converted to Buddhism and listened to the holy monk preach every day, all his seven emotions and six desires had faded away, but his
competitive spirit had not been extinguished.

Hearing this, Wukong grew impatient and grabbed Bajie, shouting, "What are you saying, you idiot? Why don't you just leave out
my name?"

The idiot, using a provocation tactic, immediately replied, "Since your birth, brother, you've fought against all the tyrannical and
powerful. Even when the Buddha of the Western Paradise came, you never uttered a single soft word. Throughout the Three Realms,
who doesn't give you a thumbs-up when your name is mentioned? But now, alas..."

Bajie shook his head and sighed again. Wukong asked urgently, "And now what?!"

Bajie said, "Now... now I'm afraid I'll be used against me by that demon immortal."

Wukong, with his fiery temper, couldn't stand Bajie's stammering. He grabbed Bajie's ear again and said,
"You idiot, your stammering is driving me crazy! If you cause any more trouble, I'll give you a good beating!"

Seeing Wukong's impatience, Bajie secretly rejoiced, thinking, "Perfect!"

He pleaded, "Brother, please don't hit me! It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I'm afraid it will upset you." The Monkey

King said impatiently, "Tell me your story carefully. If it makes sense, fine. But if it's all nonsense, I won't let
you off today!"

Pigsy said, "Although you have no intention of winning today and are willing to let him go, that demon immortal will inevitably
boast to everyone he meets:

'We ancient demon immortals, since attaining enlightenment, have possessed this spiritual root. Gods, ghosts, and demons all envy us, yet no one dares to
steal it . Even that self-proclaimed Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the stable boy, had to flee in panic when he passed through our territory.
It's truly laughable!'"

Upon hearing this, the Monkey King was furious, his teeth grinding in his mouth. He yelled and pushed Pigsy away, about
to retaliate.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He realized how close he had come to falling for the fool's provocation.

The Monkey King pondered to himself, "This fool is deliberately trying to provoke me, but what he says isn't entirely unreasonable. If
people use my name to spread rumors, wouldn't my reputation be ruined?"

He then said, "You fool, it's not that I can't see through your provocation, but
what possess to hold onto his spiritual root for so long? He should be taught to share some with others. I want to make him understand."

Having said this, the Monkey King mounted his somersault cloud and headed straight for Cangyun Ridge.

Leaving aside Pigsy's smugness for now, let's talk about Monkey King standing atop his cloud, looking towards the Hidden Immortal Manor on Cangyun Ridge . It
was truly a magnificent scene of immortal beauty.

Auspicious clouds veiled the verdant cypress trees, rosy light reflected on the green pines, auspicious mist rose before the courtyard, and a long rainbow flew above the eaves.

Spiritual turtles accompanied him as he waded through clear streams, and immortal cranes greeted him as he perched on the green

cliffs. The paving stones resembled the tracks of a unicorn, and the railings seemed to be traversed by a dragon.

The garden is fragrant with flowers that never fade, and the immortal herbs in the patchwork are evergreen.

All the plants and trees possess the secret to longevity; how could boundless transformation be empty?

Truly, nowhere in the vast mortal world can be found such a beautiful scene of immortals.

Wukong, observing from the clouds, secretly praised the magnificent scenery. Only in such a blessed land could such a divine root be born. He then
descended from the clouds and arrived at the gate of the Hidden Immortal Manor's back garden.

The Monkey King used an invisibility spell to observe from outside the gate, where he saw a fox-headed boy guarding the entrance.

Wukong chuckled, transformed into a sleepy bug, flew into the boy's orifice, and knocked him unconscious before swaggering in.

Entering the back garden, the Monkey King saw a towering ancient tree amidst a profusion of exotic flowers and herbs, its emerald
leaves adorned with pinkish-white fruits—what else could it be but ginseng fruit?

The Great Sage Sun was overjoyed. He leaped onto the tree and sat among the branches, eager to see what this ginseng fruit looked like.

Just as Pigsy had described, the ginseng fruits indeed grew in the shape of young maidens. Each foot-long, pink and jade-like fruit hung
on the tree, like a series of jade statues of young women.

Monkey picked one up and examined it closely. Though only a foot long, the ginseng fruit was exquisitely crafted; even
the lines on its surface were clearly visible, just like those of a young maiden.

The part of the fruit that connected to the branch was jet black and shiny, like a braid of black hair. Looking
at its face , its eyes were slightly closed, and its lips were gently pursed, like a lotus in spring slumber, incomparably beautiful.

As Monkey was admiring it, he suddenly heard a sharp shout from behind: "Who are you, daring to steal fruit?!"

Although the Great Sage Sun possessed boundless magical power, he was ultimately filled with a guilty conscience and inwardly groaned.

Turning around, he saw no one, only a ginseng fruit staring at him.

As the traveler hesitated, another fruit spoke up, asking, "Sister, why are you making such a fuss instead of resting earlier?"

As it spoke, several more fruits awoke, and the sisters began to chatter amongst themselves.

It turned out that the ancient demon immortal was stingy by nature, and he never shared the immortal fruits that grew on that tree with anyone else. He would
leave the fruits that he couldn't finish growing on the tree, and so, over time, several fruits, relying on their spiritual roots, actually developed their own sentience.

Having figured out the crux of the matter, the pilgrim shouted, "Hey! If you keep asking for more fruit, you'll provoke me, and I'll
knock down to dust!"

The group of celestial fruits had never seen such a ferocious figure before, and they were all terrified, their faces ashen and silent as cicadas in winter. Only the
celestial fruit that had questioned the pilgrim spoke up, "Immortal, please calm your anger. If you wish to eat fruit, please pluck this humble servant from the tree, lest you
harm the ladies."

The pilgrim said, "You fruit are quite righteous. Very well, for your sake, I will only take three, and spare
the rest ."

Upon hearing this, the celestial fruit closed its eyes and said, "Thank you very much, Immortal."

The pilgrim saw that the fruit's eyes were tightly closed and its lips were lightly biting, indicating considerable fear, yet it still held its head high, waiting.

Wukong couldn't help but secretly praise the fairy fruit for its kindness, thinking, "I didn't expect such a small fruit to have such thoughts.
I should have spared it, but unfortunately, being born a fruit, it will inevitably be eaten by humans. Rather than leaving it for
mortals to enjoy, it's better for me, Old Sun, to use it, so as not to dishonor it."

He immediately plucked a tuft of hair, which transformed into several brocade pouches, and turned his Ruyi Jingu Bang into a golden mallet for picking the fruit
.

The Monkey King gently tapped the fruit on its forehead with the mallet, and the fruit cried out "Ouch!" before falling into the pouch.

Sun Wukong tightened the pouch and tied it to his waist, then knocked down two more fairy fruits, each putting one into a pouch.

Just as the Monkey King was about to ride away on his somersault cloud, he caught sight of another fairy fruit.

Upon seeing the appearance of this fairy fruit, the Great Sage was truly astonished.

"I never expected this fruit to look so much like her. Could it truly be fate? Well then, I'll just pick her too
." The Monkey

King hesitated for a moment, then picked the ginseng fruit and jumped down from the tree.

Just as Wukong was about to turn back, he suddenly remembered that these fruits had seen his appearance—how terrible!

The good Monkey King's eyes darted around; he already had a plan. He immediately conjured a writing brush and wrote on the garden gate: "The fruit thief is
the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong."

It turned out the Great Sage was using a tactic of concealment. He thought that even if the demon immortal didn't reveal his identity
, he would eventually be discovered, so it was better to leave his name.

Because throughout history, no thief has dared to leave their real name, he would leave his name here. If the demon immortal
came looking for him could say, "It's probably my old enemy who framed me," and the lawsuit would have to go to his ears.

The Monkey King chuckled to himself, then somersaulted and disappeared.

Meanwhile, Pigsy and Sandy, seeing the Great Sage return, hurriedly went to greet him. Pigsy, helping him up, asked, "Hehehe, good brother,
you've returned so quickly, you must have succeeded?"

Monkey replied, "Of course, with me, Old Sun, on the job, it's a piece of cake."

As he spoke, the Monkey King untied two brocade pouches from his waist and handed them to Pigsy and Sandy, saying, "You two can choose these two fruits yourselves
."

Pigsy opened the two pouches and saw the two ginseng fruits. Upon seeing Pigsy's ugly face, they cried out in shock
and embraced each other weeping.

Pigsy saw that one of the fruits was slender and tall, while the other was quite plump, with round, full breasts and an
unusually round bottom, appearing even more voluptuous than the other.

Bajie clutched the plump fruit to his chest and handed the other one to Sha Wujing, saying, "Junior brother, you eat this one."

Wukong looked at it, clapped his hands, and laughed, "As the saying goes, a fool can recognize a big one, and you, you idiot, are a perfect example of that."

The idiot's face flushed, and he said, "You monkey, stop talking nonsense. Why don't you take out the one in your bag and see? Is it
bigger than these two?"

Wukong took out the ginseng fruit and said, "You fool, you're judging others by your own standards. Let me show you."

It turned out that the one in the Great Sage's hand, though called "sister" by the other fruits, was actually smaller than the others, with only a slight bulge on its
chest .

Bajie said, "Brother, don't try to fool me. You still have a brocade pouch at your waist. Do you have something else hidden?" Wukong

said, "Fool, don't talk nonsense. This one was specially found for the little white dragon."

Saying this, he handed the brocade pouch to the white horse. The little dragon said, "Thank you for your kindness, senior brother. I appreciate it. But
you senior brothers should enjoy this fruit."

It turned out that the little dragon was originally the prince of the West Sea Dragon King. He had always been very proud. Even when he was in trouble at Eagle's Sorrow Gorge,
he disdained to associate with demons and avoided eating people. Unlike the three of them, who were all
demon kings before they converted to Buddhism.

Now that he saw that the ginseng fruit could talk and move and was no different from a young girl, he was unwilling to eat it.

Wukong, however, still handed the brocade pouch to the white horse and said, "Brother, don't be so modest. Take a look at this fruit first."

The little dragon could not persuade Wukong. He showed his human form, took the brocade pouch, opened it, and was shocked.

The ginseng fruit was exceptionally beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes, peach-like cheeks, and a graceful figure. The little dragon was
speechless with astonishment, for the fruit bore
a striking .

However, Princess Wansheng had an affair with the Nine-Headed Insect, leading to her banishment to Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

Later, when Tang Sanzang and his disciples arrived in Jisaiguo, they exposed her and the Nine-Headed Insect's theft of the national treasure and had her killed.

Though the little dragon didn't say anything, he harbored deep resentment.

This time, the Monkey King stole this ginseng fruit to give to him, fulfilling a wish he had for, so that when his pilgrimage to the West was
complete, he could instantly attain Buddhahood.

Leaving aside the little dragon's stunned stare at the fruit, let's turn to Pigsy, who, holding the ginseng fruit, was overcome with
lust . He brought the fruit to his lips and licked it, causing the fruit to cry out in terror.

Wukong said, "You fool, don't scare that fairy fruit to death, or it will be inedible."

Bajie said, "Last time I ate it in such a hurry that I didn't even know what the ginseng fruit tasted like. Today I'm
going to savor it carefully."

Wukong laughed so hard he almost fell over, saying, "Fool, talking nonsense! You have a big mouth and a long tongue; that fruit isn't even enough
for one bite. Let's see how you taste it."

Bajie said, "Brother, don't tease me. How do you know I don't have a clever plan?"

After saying that, Bajie used a transformation spell, shrinking his body to the size of a foot, and said, "How about my method?"

The fool then grabbed the fairy fruit and pinched and played with the two cherry-red nipples on her chest, ignoring her struggles.

Wukong pulled Wujing and said, "Don't pay attention to that fool, just eat the fruit."

In the past, when Sha Wujing occupied the Flowing Sand River, he was also a demon. He had eaten at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, travelers
.

Seeing the ginseng fruit's beautiful face, and its delicate and frail appearance even more so than that of a human woman, he couldn't help but be stirred by
his former ferocious nature.

He immediately grasped the ginseng fruit in his left hand, and with two fingers of his right hand, he pinched the ginseng fruit's right leg and with a gentle
pull , tore off that tender, slender leg along with half of its hip, causing the ginseng fruit to cry out in pain.

Sha Wujing put the severed leg in his mouth and chewed it gently, finding it crisp and fragrant, without any of the bloody
smell of human flesh. He then tore off the remaining tender leg and chewed it as well.

The ginseng fruit felt excruciating pain from its waist down. Seeing Sha Wujing chewing its own limbs, it felt utterly miserable and cried
out, "Elder, have mercy! Please eat my limbs, but I beg for a swift death! I
cannot bear this pain any longer! Ah—"

Before it could finish speaking, it let out another scream. Sha Wujing, angered by its incessant crying,
shoved the remaining jade foot into the fruit's mouth.

Though the ginseng fruit's foot was delicate and small, it was far too small for its cherry-like mouth.

Only half of the foot was inserted, already tearing the corner of the fruit's mouth apart. The poor fruit, though filled with sorrow, could not even
manage a few more cries.

After eating, Sha Wujing pinched the fruit's waist with two fingers, and with a gentle twist, its white belly
burst open, and golden juice gushed out, just like a human abdomen bursting open.

As soon as the ginseng fruit burst open, Sha Wujing smelled a fragrant aroma, unlike the foul stench of a mortal's stomach.

It turned out that although the ginseng fruit resembled a mortal, it was ultimately a fruit, containing no internal organs, only pulp and
juice .

Seeing the golden juice about to flow out, Sha Wujing quickly brought
his large, blood-red mouth to it, sucking hard on half of the ginseng fruit's cavity, drawing in all the rich, sweet juice.

The celestial fruit, with one of its jade feet stuffed in its mouth, felt excruciating pain but couldn't cry out; its half-body
trembled, and its eyes rolled back.

Meanwhile, the ginseng fruit in Wukong's hand, seeing its sisters' tragic state, couldn't help but shed tears. Thinking of its sisters,
born as ginseng fruits, destined to be eaten, it sighed deeply.

Wukong knew her thoughts and thought to himself, "I promised her I would only take three ginseng fruits, and taking one more is already a breach of promise.
If I were to torment her further, I would feel guilty.

" Thinking of this, Wukong said, "Don't be sad. It's not that I'm heartless, but it's your destiny
. I see you have some wisdom, so I won't humiliate you. I'll just take your life now."

With that, Wukong grabbed the ginseng fruit, held it to his lips, and placed its head in his mouth. With a gentle snap of his sharp teeth,
he severed the fragile neck, and the sweet, clear juice sprayed into his mouth like blood.

Wukong found the juice rich and sweet, like nectar, and couldn't help but suckle at its neck, causing
the fruit's body to twitch in his palm.

The fruit's date-sized head rolled on his tongue before he crushed it with
the juice and swallowed it.

After sucking the juice clean, the traveler finally put the fruit in his mouth and chewed it.

Looking at Pigsy again, he saw that the fool had already stripped naked and was lying on the ginseng fruit, his long tongue
licking its crotch.

This ginseng fruit not only had a human form, but even the smallest details were present, including an acupoint in its crotch
that resembled a woman's vulva.

Seeing the ginseng fruit's beauty, the fool was overcome with lust, his long tongue constantly licking the tender
flesh, until the opening was dripping with juice—it was unclear whether it was Pigsy's saliva or the fruit's juice.

Although the fruit was unaware of human affairs, it felt ashamed to have its crotch licked like this, and tried to push Pigsy away
with all its might , but couldn't move him.

After licking for a while, Pigsy felt a surge of lust and couldn't resist mounting him.

The pilgrim laughed from the side, "You fool, how muddle-
headed

you are! You're so engrossed in having sex with her, you've soiled this fruit, how can you eat it now?" Pigsy replied, "Brother, you don't know, before I became an immortal, I had the art of replenishing yang with yin, so even when
I had sex with female immortals, I never ejaculated. I haven't used this technique in a long time, today is the perfect time to break my fast."

After saying this, Pigsy lay on his back, grabbed the fruit's slender waist with both hands, and pressed the small hole into his penis .

The fool felt a cool and moist sensation inside the orifice, quite different from that of an ordinary woman, and felt as if dozens of fruit flesh
were wrapped around his penis like silk, incredibly tight and pleasurable.

Pigsy was enjoying himself, but the ginseng fruit was suffering.

The fruit had never been touched, and with Pigsy's penis being so large, it felt as if a club was churning inside his body,
as if it wanted to crush his internal organs.

Fairy Fruit tried to escape, but she was no match for the idiot's iron-like hands. After struggling, she ended up with red marks on
her waist and hips from the old pig's scratches.

The fruit, filled with sorrow, could only weep bitterly, her tears blurring her vision and streaming down her face.

The fool, caught up in the ecstasy, continued to thrust his hips, oblivious to her plight.

Suddenly, he felt his seminal vesicle loosen and quickly inhaled, employing a technique of absorbing yin to replenish yang. In an instant, the tip of the pig's
penis opened, generating a suction force that drew the juices from the ginseng fruit into his belly.

This technique was originally used during intercourse to absorb the woman's yin to replenish the man's yang. The ginseng fruit, filled with
juice and fluid, contained hundreds of times more yin than a woman would release during intercourse.

The pig felt a surge of pleasure and intensified his suction, while the ginseng fruit, dizzy and disoriented, swayed on the pig's
back as if drunk.

Pigsy, however, refused to stop, sucking until the ginseng fruit's lower abdomen caved in, his enormous member
swelling against the tender white belly as if about to burst forth.

The ginseng fruit's mind was already clouded; its eyes rolled back, its lips parted slightly, emitting strange gurgling sounds.

Just then, Pigsy felt a surge of heat in his dantian, unconsciously breaking free from his shrinking technique.

Pigsy's body gradually grew larger, his penis growing with it. The ginseng fruit felt a swelling in its abdomen,
followed by a tearing pain in its groin.

Looking down, it saw a huge object growing larger inside its belly, its lower abdomen already rounded, the tip of
its penis already bulging into its chest.

The penis continued to expand, as if it would burst through its throat and out of its mouth.

The ginseng fruit wailed in agony, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in its chest and abdomen. With a loud bang,
the phallus burst forth, tearing its body apart.

The ginseng fruit let out a final scream as its head, along with half its chest, crashed onto the old pig's belly.

Some of the remaining limbs and flesh fell to the ground, fulfilling the saying "the five elements fear each other," turning into dust and disappearing into the earth.

It turned out that the ginseng fruit's juice was extremely nourishing, capable of increasing one's spiritual cultivation. Pigsy, by mistake, used his Yin-Yang cultivation technique
to absorb the ginseng fruit's essence, as if he had refined it.

The old pig, having gained ten thousand years of cultivation for nothing, was momentarily thrown into chaos by his internal energy, thus breaking the transformation technique. He, however, only believed that he had disrupted the spell during his
lovemaking, thus needlessly destroying the fruit.

Pigsy, unwilling to accept this, picked up the small pieces of fruit that had fallen onto the old pig's belly and put them in his mouth.

Wukong and Wujing burst into laughter upon seeing this. Wukong said, "Brother Sha, look! That fool said he wanted to savor it
carefully , and now it's come true!"

The fool, however, was sullen and muttered under his breath, "Damn monkey, you plague-ridden monkey! If you laugh again,
I'll make sure you choke on your food and drown in your water!"

Leaving aside Bajie's annoyance for now, let's turn to the Little Dragon, who, holding the celestial fruit, was stunned.

He and Princess Wansheng had known each other since childhood, and their marriage, arranged by their respective dragon lords, was a beautiful thing.

But the princess had an affair with the Nine-Headed Insect, causing the Little Dragon to violate heavenly rules and be punished and demoted.

Although he had now avenged his past grievances, the Little Dragon still felt resentful whenever he thought of it.

Seeing the ginseng fruit now was like seeing the princess reborn; he was filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy, looking at her, unsure of
what to do .

Ever since the ginseng fruit was stolen by the Monkey King, she had been filled with fear. Yet, upon seeing Xiaolong, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Seeing his uncertain expression, she immediately asked, "Young master, why are you looking at me like that?"

Xiaolong, lost in thought, suddenly remembered her question and realized it was impolite to
be stared at momentarily distracted
and unknowingly offended you, fairy. I hope you will forgive me."

The ginseng fruit had been hanging naked on the tree since it took shape, and although Xiaolong was looking at her, she didn't
feel ashamed. Knowing his good intentions, she felt somewhat comforted.

Seeing his handsome appearance and elegant demeanor, unlike the rough and fierce Monkey King and his companions, she felt even more favorably disposed towards him.

She immediately said, "I am deeply grateful for your favor, young master. However, you look worried; is something
troubling you?"

Seeing that her demeanor, expressions, and words were all reminiscent of his former fiancée, Xiaolong was further moved and
immediately recounted the whole story to her.

The ginseng fruit sighed and said, "Perhaps it is truly fate that I have met you today, young master,
to your wish. Please enjoy this fruit."

Seeing the ginseng fruit's appearance, Xiaolong felt even more reluctant and immediately said, "You have already cultivated into a spirit;
I cannot bear to harm you. You should flee for your life."

The ginseng fruit smiled sadly and said, "Young master, you do not know that we ginseng fruits are born with 'mutual restraint among the five elements.' We
fall when we encounter metal, wither when we encounter wood, dissolve when we encounter water, scorch when we encounter fire, and enter when we encounter earth." Even if one cultivates into a spirit, one cannot act rashly.

The ginseng fruit is born to be eaten by humans. To encounter someone of your character
, young master, is like a mortal woman marrying her ideal husband. Young master, there is no need for hesitation.”

The little dragon thought to himself that if he refused again after hearing her words, he would be letting her down. He immediately said, “Very well, I
will swallow you whole to avoid the suffering of being torn into pieces. I hope you will be reborn in a good place in your next life, and not be reborn as a fruit.”

With that, the little dragon's form blurred, revealing his true form. He opened his dragon mouth and sucked the fruit into his mouth.

The little dragon's actions were originally out of compassion for her, but in his moment of infatuation, he forgot his own abilities.

He was the son of the Dragon King of the West Sea, possessing the element of metal in the west
.

With each breath, he could create winds that contained a thousand sharp blades. He didn't need to chew his meals; a simple inhale would cause wind blades to shred his food and send it into his stomach.

Because such abilities were as commonplace to him as eating and drinking, he hadn't thought of them at the time.

The moment the ginseng fruit entered his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and looking down, he saw that one of his arms had
somehow been severed.

The severed arm was swept up by a wind blade and instantly pulverized into powder, which he then ingested.

Before the ginseng fruit could even comprehend what was happening, it felt as if countless swords were cutting through its body, scattering its jade-like flesh
like flying lilies and its golden gourd pulp like falling chrysanthemum petals, turning

its once-jade-like body into dust in an instant. A wind blade then slashed directly at its face, splitting its head in two.

Just as the wind blade cleaved its skull, the celestial fruit suddenly felt its mind clear, and a flood of memories rushed into its head—
the memories of Princess Wansheng.

The ginseng fruit then remembered that it was the reincarnation of Princess Wansheng, and couldn't help but sigh, "Crown Prince, I
wronged you in the past, and today you have even eaten my body. We could not be husband and wife in both our lives, but today we have merged into one.
This ill-fated relationship can be considered over."

Having said this, even its two halves of head were severed by the wind blades and swallowed into the little dragon's belly.

As the little dragon was swallowing, it vaguely heard the ginseng fruit's words and couldn't help but shed tears.

It thought to itself, "Today I have severed my ties to the mortal world and should wholeheartedly go west to protect my master Buddha. The affairs of this world will no longer
concern .

" This is truly:

"Do not say that Heaven's will is fickle; cause and effect never fail.

I betrayed your loyalty in the past; today I will repay you with my flesh and blood.

" [The End]

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