Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 92 Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon, Picking Ginseng Fruit to Give Away!

Just as Chen Jing was falling from the sky, two boys walked out of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple and headed down the steps.

"My master is already waiting inside for the immortal. Please follow me, immortal."

Upon seeing the two young Taoist disciples before him, Chen Jing immediately knew who they were.

Although he didn't understand what Zhenyuan Daxian meant, he figured he would have to go into Wuzhuang Temple eventually, so he followed the two boys inside.

The two attendants stood before a main hall, then parted to the sides and said, "Great Immortal, please come in. My master is already inside."

Putting aside his doubts, Chen Jing slowly stepped into the main hall.

At the far end of the main hall, on a prayer mat, sat a small old man with white hair and beard, holding a whisk in his hand.

Chen Jing knew that this was Zhenyuan Daxian, the ancestor of earth immortals in later generations.

"Chen Jing of the Jie Sect pays respects to the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."

Standing in the center of the main hall, Chen Jing bowed to Zhen Yuanzi.

"Young friend, there's no need to be so polite. Although you are a second-generation disciple of the Daoist sect, you have now broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm. Let's just address each other as fellow Daoists."

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and spoke to Chen Jing.

Then, with a flick of his whisk, a prayer mat appeared on the side of the main hall.

Chen Jing didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

After hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Chen Jing instantly understood that Zhen Yuanzi had also witnessed his battle with Di Jun.

That's probably why they're so enthusiastic towards me.

Chen Jing was right, and that was indeed the reason.

Under the siege of four quasi-saints of the demon race, and the death of his close friend Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi harbored resentment towards those quasi-saints of the demon race.

Unfortunately, although he was powerful, he would likely not fare well against several quasi-saints from the demon race.

Now, seeing this Taoist disciple mocking Di Jun and defeating him, Zhen Yuanzi felt a surge of joy.

It seems to have a more satisfying feeling than doing it yourself.

After Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking, he immediately called out, "Qingfeng, Mingyue, go to the backyard and fetch two fruits. I want to sit quietly and discuss the Dao with my young friend."

"Yes, sir."

Two childish voices came from outside the door.

Chen Jing was now certain, just as he had guessed, that the two boys were indeed Qingfeng and Mingyue, the transformed forms of Qingsong.

Just as Zhen Yuanzi said those words, Chen Jing scanned the entire hall but found no treasure chests.

Randomly, a certain possibility came to mind.

"Holy crap, no way!"

Chen Jing cursed inwardly.

Just as Chen Jing was cursing inwardly, Qingfeng and Mingyue walked in, each carrying a round plate covered with a red cloth.

"Young friend, do you know what's on this plate?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said to Chen Jing, "I was fortunate enough to hear my master mention that there are ten spiritual roots in the world, one of which is the Ginseng Fruit Tree. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature. It produces thirty fruits. If a mortal smells one of them, he will live for three hundred and sixty years. If he eats one, he will live for forty-seven thousand years."

Chen Jing sat there and spoke loudly.

"Haha, not bad, not bad, this is the ginseng fruit."

As he spoke, Zhen Yuanzi waved his whisk, and the red cloth covering the two discs fell off.

As the two pieces of red cloth fell away, two fruits resembling babies were revealed on the two round plates, emitting a rich fragrance that gave one a feeling of ethereal bliss.

"Young friend, please try my ginseng fruit and see how effective it is. This fruit needs to be consumed immediately after it is picked, otherwise the spiritual energy will dissipate and the effect will not be good."

Zhen Yuanzi said with a smile.

Chen Jing was also very curious about the ginseng fruit, so he stopped being polite and picked up the ginseng fruit from the round plate in front of him.

Looking at the fruit in his hand, shaped like a baby with all four limbs and facial features, and smelling wonderful, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of creation.

Although he already possessed the innate spiritual root of the Yellow Plum Tree, the taste of the Yellow Plum was not very good.

Then, Chen Jing stopped being coy and swallowed the ginseng fruit directly into his mouth.

The ginseng fruit melted in his mouth, transforming into streams of rich energy that flowed into every part of Chen Jing's body. Although the energy it brought in couldn't compare to that of the Huangzhong plum, its taste was many times better.

Chen Jing could still feel the lingering fragrance in his mouth.

After finishing a ginseng fruit, Chen Jing looked satisfied and said, "This ginseng fruit is truly a rare spiritual fruit in the world; it is indeed extraordinary."

Hearing Chen Jing's praise, Zhen Yuanzi's face also lit up with a smile.

After swallowing the ginseng fruit, Chen Jing remembered that he still had something to say to Zhen Yuanzi. So he took out something and said to Zhen Yuanzi, "I have some tea leaves here. Although they are not as good as the ginseng fruit, they are still quite good spiritual roots. Please have a taste, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

As he spoke, Chen Jing took out some tea leaves from the Enlightenment Tea Tree that he had collected on Fangzhang Island.

Upon hearing Chen Jing's words, Zhen Yuanzi looked up at Chen Jing and saw the emerald green tea leaves in Chen Jing's hand, with Daoist charm flowing over them.

As Zhen Yuanzi smelled the faint fragrance emanating from the tea leaves in Chen Jing's hand, he felt his mind immediately calm down.

"Young friend, is that tea leaf from the Enlightenment Tea Tree?"

Zhen Yuanzi asked somewhat excitedly.

"I was fortunate enough to obtain a few tea leaves from the Enlightenment Tea Tree, so I'll give some to you, fellow Daoist."

As he spoke, Chen Jing placed the tea leaves on the table next to him.

Afterwards, the two began to discuss and exchange ideas. From Zhen Yuanzi's words, Chen Jing could hear his resentment towards the demon race.

Chen Jing made no attempt to hide his feelings; having already clashed with Di Jun, there was no need for concealment anymore.

Perhaps sharing the same thoughts, the two enjoyed their discussion quite a bit.

Zhen Yuanzi felt as if he had met a kindred spirit.

After a long while, Chen Jing bowed and knelt before Zhen Yuanzi, saying, "I have a request, and I hope Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi will grant it."

"Oh? What brings you here, young friend?"

Zhen Yuanzi's face was beaming as he smiled at Chen Jing.

"I just tasted Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit, and I felt it was extraordinary. May I have the honor of seeing this innate spiritual root?"

Inside Zhen Yuanzi's main hall, Chen Jing did not find the platinum treasure chest, and immediately thought of a certain possibility.

Based on his understanding of the system, since it wasn't in the main hall, it must be at the ginseng fruit tree.

After hearing Chen Jing's words, Zhen Yuanzi was curious as to why this good friend would be interested in the ginseng fruit tree.

Zhen Yuanzi said, "If you like it, young friend, I can have my servant bring two more fruits for you to take away."

"As he spoke, he was about to call out to Qingfeng and Mingyue."