Seeing the old man guarding the garden appear before him in the blink of an eye, Han Xuanji smiled faintly, cupped his fists, and returned the greeting:
"Fellow Daoist Fengxian, you are too kind; it's not a great favor, merely a small effort.
I've long heard that the Kunlun Immortal Medicine Garden gathers rare treasures from all over the world. Today, I've presumptuously disturbed you to glimpse the Immortal Sect's foundation. I hope Fellow Daoist will not mind."
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist, you exaggerate. This garden holds no great secrets. Fellow Daoist, please feel free to observe," Fengxianzi laughed heartily. He already had a good impression of Han Xuanji, and now, seeing how humble the other party was, a strange affection for a junior inexplicably arose in his heart.
Even if this junior might be stronger than him.
Fengxianzi was extremely serious as he led Han Xuanji and said:
"Fellow Daoist, please look. This is the Jade Marrow Dragon Blood Vine, which I found in an ancient ruin. Its sap is like dragon blood jade marrow, and its effects on Body Tempering and forging the Divine Soul are marvelous.
This is the'Seven-Colored Treasure Flower Lotus,' with seven blossoms on one plant, truly a supreme treasure for comprehending the Dao and Alchemy.
This is the 'Dragon Phoenix Two Poles Grass,' which can only grow where extreme cold and extreme heat converge, containing the power of extreme Yin and extreme Yang."
Fengxianzi spoke of them like precious family heirlooms, with a hint of barely perceptible pride in his words.
This place was originally a treasure trove of Kunlun, and also a Legacy of Immortal Planters. The Immortal Medicine and Spirit Medicine here were the accumulation of countless years for their lineage, and also a testament to his past.
Han Xuanji listened with a smile, his gaze slowly sweeping over the myriad Spirit Plants in the garden. Under his double pupils, the medicinal properties and even the growth trajectory of each Spirit Medicine were perfectly clear, and he even faintly grasped the faint Heaven and Earth Laws flowing within them.
Within Heaven and Earth, all things contain principles.
And these Heaven And Earth Treasure are even more so, born from the essence of Heaven and Earth. Even if not consumed, being in their presence for a long time also offers many benefits to a person.
"If there's anything here you fancy, feel free to take it," Fengxianzi said with a smile.
"No need," Han Xuanji shook his head. He didn't want to take advantage of others.
He slowly walked to the peach tree where Fengxianzi had been previously.
The branches of this peach tree were gnarled like a coiling Azure Dragon, its color deep purple, yet its bark was smooth like warm jade.
The leaves were sparse, each one like a Phoenix feather, flowing with divine radiance.
The fruits on the tree were the size of a fist, crystalline and translucent, with flowing light.
The vitality and Dao rhyme contained in this fruit far surpassed all other rare treasures in the garden.
"Pan Peach..." Han Xuanji murmured softly, marveling.
"Fellow Daoist Han, what keen eyesight!" Fengxianzi had been observing Han Xuanji, and the look of admiration in his eyes grew even stronger.
He stroked his grizzled beard, speaking with a hint of nostalgia:
"Indeed, it is the Pan Peach. This is a Spiritual Root personally planted countless years ago by the Ascended Immortal who founded Kunlun."
"The Pan Peach bears fruit once every three thousand years. However, this Pan Peach is not yet ripe, it's not that this old man is reluctant to part with it."
His words were full of pride and cherish, as this was also his proudest treasure guarding the garden.
However, Han Xuanji's mind had already been drawn by another voice.
[Five-star Sign-in Location detected.]
[Would you like to sign in?]
The familiar and cold System prompt directly sounded in Han Xuanji's mind.
"System, sign in," Han Xuanji thought silently, his expression unchanged.
[Congratulations, Host, for successfully signing in at Kunlun Medicine Garden. You have obtained a "Nine-Thousand-Year Pan Peach."]
[Nine-Thousand-Year Pan Peach: A top-tier Immortal Fruit nurtured by the essence of Kunlun's earth pulse for nine thousand years. Consuming it can extend life by three thousand years, temper the Immortal body's Origin, strengthen the Divine Soul's Dao foundation, and has a chance to awaken or enhance the hidden ancient Bloodline imprint within the body.]
Nine-Thousand-Year Pan Peach!
Han Xuanji's mind stirred, and his consciousness instantly entered the System space.
He found a Spirit Fruit the size of an adult man's fist appearing in a corner.
This Spirit Fruit looked almost identical to the Pan Peaches on the tree, but it was much redder and emanated wisps of Immortal Qi.
"This is the Pan Peach?" Han Xuanji rejoiced in his heart.
Although this should not be the Pan Peach produced by the legendary Queen Mother of the West's Pan Peach Tree.
According to what he knew, consuming a true Pan Peach would lead to Immortal Ascension and eternal life.
However, to be nurtured on this Pan Peach tree for nine thousand years, it was still a supreme treasure in the mortal world.
"After consuming this Pan Peach, my cultivation will increase considerably. This is indeed an excellent treasure ground," Han Xuanji nodded slightly.
Upon reaching the Ascension Realm, ordinary Heaven And Earth Treasure and Spirit Pill could no longer have any effect on him.
And those Immortal Pill were not common goods; they were also extremely rare among the many sign-in rewards, and even four-star sign-in locations could not consistently produce them.
Han Xuanji was quite satisfied.
According to Fengxianzi, this Pan Peach tree normally ripens only once every three thousand years.
And a nine-thousand-year-old one is probably a rarity seen only once in ten thousand years.
Han Xuanji showed no emotion on his face, looking at Fengxianzi with a gentle smile, and said:
"When I observe this peach tree, I am reminded of a common peach tree that was once planted in the courtyard of my home when I was young. Each time it bore fruit, it was the happiest time for us children.
Today, seeing an Immortal species has certainly broadened my horizons, and it has also stirred up some thoughts."
These words were not false; Han Xuanji did not fabricate them.
Upon hearing this, Fengxianzi felt a slight comfort in his old heart.
He saw the sincerity in Han Xuanji's eyes, and thoughts whirled in his mind.
"Fellow Daoist Han has a connection with the Pan Peach, and it even stirs up memories. This is fate," Fengxianzi's smile grew wider, and he generously said:
"Fellow Daoist saved my Kunlun Elder and Disciple. If Fellow Daoist doesn't mind, this old man still has a Pan Peach here that I can bestow upon you."
After speaking, he intended to leave.
"Fellow Daoist, wait," Han Xuanji smiled and stopped him, gently shaking his head, his gaze sweeping over the Spiritual Root in the garden.
"This item is precious. Fellow Daoist's kindness is appreciated by Han, but what Han seeks is not the Pan Peach."
He extended his finger and pointed at the fruit tree.
"Han only wishes to stay under this fruit tree for a period of time. Is that alright?"
"Ah?" Fengxianzi was stunned.
This entire garden was filled with rare treasures, and the Pan Peach fruit was an invaluable treasure.
Yet, the other party actually said his only request was... to cultivate here?
This request was so low it exceeded imagination, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
However, when Fengxianzi looked into Han Xuanji's clear and open eyes, his respect grew even more.
Truly the demeanor of a master!
His actions had deep meaning; he was not greedy or possessive, seeking only a moment of insight and contemplation.
Thinking of this, Fengxianzi even felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.
If this got out, it would make him seem too stingy!
But looking at Han Xuanji's eyes, he quickly responded:
"Good, good, good. Fellow Daoist, feel free to cultivate here. If anyone tries to drive you away, this old man will be the first to object."
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your generosity," Han Xuanji smiled faintly.
For the following period, Han Xuanji sat cross-legged here, quietly cultivating.
He was naturally just finding an excuse to stay here.
The main purpose was to sign in daily.