“Wow~~”
Jiang Bingbing felt like she had returned to her happy home upon arriving at Sumptuous Peak—this was a paradise for foodies!
The entire mountain was planted with various fruit trees.
Fluffy little beasts could be seen everywhere, and the enclosures were filled with lush green vegetables.
Ma Shu casually waved his right hand, and two large red fruits fell from the tree.
They were as big as the strawberries Jiang Bingbing had eaten when she first transmigrated—the size of durians.
“These are the Red Spirit Fruits Martial Uncle planted. Give them a try!”
Jiang Bingbing picked one up and took a big bite. Sweet juice filled every corner of her mouth.
Clearly, this Red Spirit Fruit tasted even better!
“So sweet!!”
She took another bite and eagerly flattered, “Uncle, you’re the most amazing person Bingbing has ever met!!”
Ma Shu had never encountered such a situation before. Sumptuous Peak was full of grown men, and he only had one son under his care.
And that son of his was a rebellious one.
This little girl was adorable, appreciated his mount, and loved good food—she was practically a kindred spirit!
“Is Martial Uncle more impressive than your master?”
Ma Shu took out his storage bag and led Jiang Bingbing through the orchard, continuously filling the storage bag with spirit fruits for her.
Jiang Bingbing swallowed her drool.
“Much more impressive than Master!!”
Sorry, Immortal Lord Qingxue, but you told me to bring back as much as I could.
So what I’m doing…
Shouldn’t be a problem, right? Hehe…
“Hahahahaha, I never expected the most discerning person in our Sword Sect to be little Bing.”
In his delight, Ma Shu even picked a whole basket of Bodhi Fruits he had cultivated for a hundred years and gave them to Jiang Bingbing.
The passing disciples of Sumptuous Peak were stunned.
They thought their master had gone mad.
Usually, when Sect Leader Wuya came to ask for these fruits, their master treated them like his own life and would never give them away.
Yet he gave so many to this junior sister.
After filling Jiang Bingbing’s storage bag to the brim with spirit fruits, Ma Shu tied it to her waist and patted her head. “Wait for Martial Uncle under the shade of the tree. I’ll go back and get something good for you.”
“Okay!”
After Martial Uncle Ma left.
Jiang Bingbing lowered her head to fiddle with the storage bag.
A Bodhi Fruit rolled out with a clatter.
“My fruit!”
Jiang Bingbing exclaimed softly, quickly clutching the storage bag and chasing after it with her short legs.
This was a hundred-year-old Bodhi Fruit!
The orchard sloped from high to low, and the disobedient Bodhi Fruit kept rolling down the hill.
Just as Jiang Bingbing thought she couldn’t catch up.
The Bodhi Fruit finally stopped when it hit a tree trunk.
She caught up, bent down to pick it up, carefully blew on it twice, and put it back into the storage bag.
Just as she was about to turn back and continue waiting for Martial Uncle.
She heard someone whispering behind the tree.
Jiang Bingbing: “…”
Why did she always run into situations like this!
Two voices came from behind the tree.
The younger voice said, “Let’s meet less often recently. Be careful not to let that fatty find out.”
“Hmph, what can he do to me even if he finds out? I’d rather he did. You could return to the Demon Realm and stop being a spy in this damned Sword Sect’s Sumptuous Peak.” The hoarse voice continued, “Hui’er, I am your father. You should return and inherit my legacy.”
“Father, if we don’t gather the information Demon Venerable needs, he won’t let us return.” The young cultivator’s tone grew urgent. “He’s back. You should leave quickly.”
“Here is the information I gathered. Take it back.”
“I’m leaving now. If there’s no progress by this year, I’ll find a way to bring you back to the Demon Realm.”
“Alright.”
The sound of something cutting through the air faded away.
Everything fell silent.
Only then did Jiang Bingbing dare to loosen her hands, afraid of making a sound. Her lips were reddened from pressing them so tightly.
What a bolt from the blue!
Oh my heavens!!
Why did she always stumble upon such secrets?
She scrambled up the slope, her mind still processing the information she had just overheard.
There was a spy from the Demon Realm within the Sword Sect!
What information were the people from the Demon Realm trying to uncover?
What were they after?
Just as Jiang Bingbing was nearing the orchard, she heard Martial Uncle Ma’s voice not far away: “Hui’er, have you seen the little junior sister from Jade Immortal Peak?”
“Sumptuous Peak doesn’t even have a single male—where would I see any little junior sister?”
The reply was rude and impatient.
As soon as he spoke,
Jiang Bingbing, not far away, felt as if struck by lightning!
Holy crap!!
That voice—wasn’t it exactly the same as the spy’s voice she had just heard?
The fat guy!
Gathering information.
Demon Realm father.
With the sharp instincts honed from years of internet gossip, Jiang Bingbing instantly pieced together the keywords. This cultivator was disguised as Martial Uncle Ma’s son, infiltrating the Sword Sect to gather information. In reality, his true identity was the son of that Demon Cultivator she had just overheard.
What a sucker!
Martial Uncle Ma had been raising someone else’s son!!
And the son he raised was a Demon Cultivator.
This was absolutely mind-blowing!
“If I lose the little junior sister, your Uncle Qingxue will have my head. I’m worried sick!”
Martial Uncle Ma’s anxious voice snapped Jiang Bingbing back to reality. Afraid that the Demon Cultivator might notice something off, she crouched down, scooped up a handful of dirt, and “splat!” smeared it all over her face.
Finally, gritting her teeth, she even took a bite of mud.
Once she was done,
Jiang Bingbing pinched her thigh hard, squeezed out two tears, and let out a loud “Waaah!” as she burst into tears.
Crying all the while, she ran toward Martial Uncle Ma with her dirty little hands raised.
“Uncle! Wuwuwu”
Ma Shu, seeing Jiang Bingbing’s disheveled and dirt-covered appearance from a distance, felt a pang of worry and hurried over to check if she was hurt. “Little Bing, what happened? Are you injured anywhere?”
Jiang Bingbing pointed her chubby little finger toward the nearby pit.
“Fell down, it hurts, such a big hole!”
She sobbed, wiping her tears and crying as if her heart were breaking, all while stealing glances at that damned Demon Cultivator spy out of the corner of her eye.
Seeing her foolish appearance,
the malice in his eyes faded slightly.
Hearing that she had fallen into that fruit tree pit, his suspicious expression almost completely vanished.
“Is this the fool from Jade Immortal Peak?” Ma Hui asked without restraint.
“Hui’er! How can you speak of your junior sister like that?” Martial Uncle Ma scolded but said nothing more. He only had this one son and had always doted on him, spoiling him to the point of lawlessness. Yet, he could never bring himself to truly discipline the boy.
The child had lost his mother long ago.
As a father, he always felt guilty.
“Hehehe, little fool~” Jiang Bingbing didn’t mind at all. She clapped her hands and laughed, mimicking Ma Hui’s tone. “Jade Immortal Peak fool, fool, hehehe…”
Her behavior disgusted Ma Hui.
Even if this fool had overheard something, she posed no threat.
“I’m leaving,” he said, casting a disdainful glance at Jiang Bingbing. Before leaving, he warned, “Don’t bring fools to Sumptuous Peak in the future. Don’t you think people laugh at you enough already?”
The most useless person in the Sword Sect was his so-called father.
A complete waste.
Once he was gone, Ma Shu let out a sigh of relief and took out a brocade box, handing it to Jiang Bingbing.
“Little Bing, this is a secret recipe Uncle is giving you. Take it back and have your Second Senior Brother prepare three meals a day according to it. It will help you stabilize your cultivation faster.”
“Ouch!”
Ma Shu beckoned to a disciple.
He had them send Jiang Bingbing back.
Before Jiang Bingbing boarded the Flying Steamed Bun, she turned around and dashed back, rummaging through her little pouch until she pulled out a stick of tanghulu that Xie Yingnan had given her, handing it to Martial Uncle Ma.
“Uncle, you gave Bingbing fruit, so Bingbing gives you this—my favorite tanghulu!”
“Ah, thank you, little Bing!”
Ma Shu forgot his earlier displeasure.
Seeing the little girl’s warm, radiant smile, he too broke into a silly grin.
…
Jade Immortal Peak.
Immortal Lord Qingxue sat elegantly outside the bamboo hut, brewing tea.
Until—
A crisp, lively voice rang out from the sky.
“Master! Bingbing is back!”
Immortal Lord Qingxue thought his little disciple must have brought back many rare treasures from Sumptuous Peak.
With a smug smile, he looked up.
Only to see his little disciple covered in mud, sitting grimy atop a giant meat bun as it flew toward him.
His perfect smile developed faint cracks.
The girl, utterly oblivious, continued laughing and shouting.
“Master, master, isn’t Bingbing amazing!?”
She even patted the giant bun beneath her with pride.
“…”
This silly disciple… if given a good wash, could she still be kept?