Chapter 30: The Astronomical Fruit Turns Out to Be an Immortal Fruit!

At This Moment, All of Humanity Believes I Am an Immortal Cultivator The river of sorrow flows endlessly westward. 2524 words 2026-04-13 10:27:34

Faced with the earnest request of a girl whose face was covered in acne, Chu Xiaoyu naturally couldn't refuse her, and so he agreed. Once there was the first, there would be a second, a third… Eventually, people came from as far as the capital, traversing long distances just to enter. Yet most were simply there to witness the spectacle; after all, fruit priced at ten thousand yuan per jin was both exorbitant and mocking, far beyond their reach.

Most came out of curiosity, while very few were willing to pay such a price. Ten thousand yuan! One might as well spend it at the entertainment center for a grand skating banquet, wouldn’t that be delightful? It seemed only fools would pay such a ridiculous sum.

The girl with acne, however, was unfazed by the ridicule around her. Without hesitation, she transferred ten thousand yuan to Chu Xiaoyu, becoming the first brave soul to try the fruit. The onlookers had to admit that the orchard was filled with abundant fruit, large and round, irresistibly tempting. Like the long legs of a beautiful woman with fair skin, they held an allure no man could resist.

This was a rare treasure transplanted from Flower and Fruit Mountain, unique in the world with no equal elsewhere.

The girl chose a peach to sample. It was large, round, and obviously brimming with juice. Under the gaze of the crowd, she took a delightful bite. The flavor was exceptionally sweet and fragrant—so potent it could be summed up in one phrase: utterly intoxicating.

After the first bite, she longed for a second, and then wished she could bite off her tongue for more. Truly worthy of the title “King of Fruits,” such celestial delicacies could hardly be tasted more than a few times in a lifetime. The ten thousand yuan was well spent.

Yet, what happened next left everyone utterly shocked. As the girl savored the juicy fruit, her acne began to fade, and then, miraculously, vanished altogether.

Heavens! It was unbelievable!

How could such a thing happen? The dramatic transformation stunned everyone present.

The fruit from this bizarre orchard really did have beautifying effects. They saw it with their own eyes; there was no possibility of deceit.

Now, at last, they understood why the owner charged ten thousand yuan per jin.

So that was the reason! The exorbitant fruit was actually a celestial fruit!

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“My acne is completely gone? It’s all true? Everything the streamer experienced was real!” The girl was so overwhelmed with happiness she nearly fainted.

Her smooth, pink cheeks were as delicate as those of a newborn. She kept touching her face over and over, unable to believe her sudden good fortune.

“My god! In all my years, I have never seen such swift, astonishing results from any beauty treatment!” There was no comparison.

The crowd erupted in excitement. Each person had witnessed the miraculous disappearance of the girl's acne, all because she ate a single fruit.

“Boss, I want ten jin of fruit!”

“I want fifty!”

“I want a hundred!”

“I want a thousand!”

… Such miraculous effects could not fail to tempt them. Though the price was high, it was truly a fruit of the immortals—any hesitation, and they might miss out entirely.

The frenzied crowd, as if injected with adrenaline, rushed to pay, scrambling to seize their share. Seconds mattered; anyone falling behind would be left with nothing but regret.

Chu Xiaoyu could not manage it all alone. Regulars like Feng San-niang, Four Eyes, Frog, and Toad, who often visited the farm, joined in to help.

Picking fruit, weighing it, collecting payment—they worked swiftly and tirelessly.

In just a short time, the entire orchard was stripped bare, save for the fruit hanging too high to reach; wherever hands could reach, only leaves remained.

The villagers of Phoenix Village, hearing the commotion, joined in to assist and purchase. Most were honest and good-natured, though a few were envious and cunning, like the family of Village Chief Zhu Fugui.

With bloodshot eyes, Zhu Fugui watched basket after basket of fruit being picked, weighed, and paid for.

Chu Xiaoyu’s silver card account was receiving deposits so rapidly that in the blink of an eye, it had surpassed ten million.

“My heavens! Fruit at ten thousand yuan a jin, and people are fighting over it? They’re truly mad!”

“It’s true! If it were me, I could never bear to spend so much.”

“You two upstairs are just paupers! That’s a celestial fruit; eating it grants immortality.”

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“What nonsense? Immortality? I haven’t read much, but don’t try to fool me,” someone said.

A popular internet celebrity was live-streaming the terrifying events at the farm, broadcasting it all to her followers.

The viewers were astonished. At first, they suspected the farm owner had hired actors to promote his orchard, but as the stream continued, it was clear that was not the case.

Those clamoring to buy fruit were genuine customers, not actors. They were all wealthy, willing to pay ten thousand yuan per jin, shouting and scrambling to buy.

Madness!

They truly seemed insane.

“Xiaoyu, why is your fruit so expensive, yet everyone is desperate for it? Is there some secret behind this?” Village Chief Zhu Fugui puffed on his dry pipe, his face full of envy and resentment.

Chu Xiaoyu smiled lightly, replying offhandedly, “No secret, really. They probably just really like fruit.”

“Oh, just like fruit? Well, I like fruit, too, but…” But I would never spend ten thousand yuan on it—it hurts too much.

Unless one is stupidly rich and has money to burn.

Looking at those wild buyers, perhaps they really were.

Chu Xiaoyu was a little dazed. The ten thousand yuan per jin was a figure he had casually uttered to chase customers away, yet they believed him.

All of this was due to the stir caused by the girl’s trial.

A windfall from the heavens—prosperity was inevitable.

When the last wave of customers left and the farm closed its gates, Chu Xiaoyu, ever the honest man, prepared a lavish feast for Feng San-niang and the others who had helped him all day, as a gesture of thanks.

Finally, he handed each of them a generous red envelope.

If you’re good to me, I’m good to you—only then is everyone truly happy.