Chapter 1221: Chapter 23: Can a Phoenix Lay Eggs or Not?
Mathematics is the easiest subject to fool those with low levels of education because it sits perfectly at the edge of their cognitive limits—both easy and hard to understand.
Even a three-year-old can count using their fingers, but once the numbers exceed two digits, even adults feel lost.
That’s why many religious sects in the past exaggerated numbers when preaching, claiming things like they had several hundred billion gods, each cultivating for hundreds of billions of years.
They couldn’t understand anything else, and although they couldn’t understand this either, it just seed so impressive.
No one has seen the flat peach, said to bloom for three thousand years, bear fruit for three thousand years, and mature for three thousand years. The ones who grow flat peaches don’t seem to need to eat them, and those who need them can’t verify the legend’s truth.
But the flat peach tree in Chen Heavenly Monarch’s courtyard truly exists; it’s not a tree she secretly dug up from the Empress’s back garden but a new variety she personally grafted and nurtured.
This tree was originally a tree demon who achieved the Dao through cultivation and was finally forced to admit it was a peach tree under Chen Heavenly Monarch’s beating… Of course, this is just a rumor circulating among the students and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
The peaches themselves taste pretty good, round and plump, with a classic white peach flavor.
Soft and tender, like honey ice cream, lting in the mouth.
White peaches are like those comrcial fruits; the ones you can buy in the supermarket, apart from being nad ‘white peach,’ don’t resemble real white peaches in texture.
After all, the fruit sellers first consider how to transport and preserve them over long distances.
To taste truly good fruit, you either spend more money or find the right season and origin to pluck from.
Li Mumu borrowed a set of knife, fork, and plate from the canteen to eat this peach.
Using a surgeon’s precise peeling skills, she peeled off the soft skin, shaved the peach flesh from the pit, cut it into small pieces, and slowly savored them piece by piece.
It’s not that it involves any celebrity’s burden… though there is indeed so of that.
The main reason is that this peach has strong dicinal properties. Eating it feels like drinking homade strong liquor; a single bite makes your throat and stomach feel like they’ve been flushed with cooling oil, and after entering the stomach, it rushes back to the crown of your head.
Li Mumu is very suspicious that Chen Heavenly Monarch added sothing else when cultivating the peaches.
But she doesn’t have a computer in her stomach and can’t determine the specific components of the fruit.
She can only say that, after eating it, it’s really quite effective—clearing toxins, relieving constipation… no, it’s opening up ridians, strengthening bones and muscles, moisturizing the skin, with a fruity fragrance perating from inside to outside.
Little Die sat opposite Li Mumu, silently pushing her own peach over.
Li Mumu glanced at her: “Eat your own.”
Little Die shook her head.
Perhaps she’s not yet accustod to Li Mumu’s human form. Usually, she hides in Chu Jiang’s tail, sleeping day after day, grinding her teeth and farting without much embarrassnt. But one day, she suddenly saw her ‘dog kennel’ turn into a human—well, that taphor might not be quite fitting, but it’s essentially the idea.
It was a huge shock to the young mind of the zombie junior sister.
Even now, she doesn’t dare to make eye contact with Li Mumu.
Li Mumu expressed understanding.
If you suddenly see your household desktop computer turn into a girl, you’d be dazed too.
Browsing history hasn’t been deleted, and the hard drive is full.
Your mom brings in fruit and asks who this girl is, and she replies with your online nickna.
At such tis, all you can think of is asking her to turn back imdiately, right?
“Don’t feel burdened just because I usually take care of you. I have several girls at ho around your age…”
Actually, they’re maids.
“Far more complicated than your situation.”
A re zombie is nothing.
“And there’s no need to worry about problems like revenge; you heard what Professor Chen said, it’s just a casual matter.”
Li Mumu, like a caring big sister, began to counsel the introverted and inarticulate zombie junior sister: “Senior Xiao brought you back because he saw your potential for cultivation, not because he pitied you. If you truly want to achieve sothing, then study hard.”
Penglai Immortal Academy is not a traditional Immortal Family sect but essentially a school. Xiao Tingyun travels the world recruiting disciples to select outstanding talents to resist the Shiyan crisis.
The other disciples, including Li Mumu, were admitted by exams; regardless of grades, at least they submitted actual papers.
But Little Die was sent here.
Up until now, she hasn’t quite figured out her identity positioning here, maybe still thinking she’s been captured by so evil path to beco a cauldron.
Before he left, Xiao Tingyun only instructed her to recuperate under Qilin Cliff; as for subsequent arrangents, he hasn’t returned yet, so no one knows.
But Li Mumu thinks it’s mostly to wash away her yin aura and demon nature, then send her soplace else to lay a foundation, like Qinghe Middle School.
Penglai’s professional courses are too profound for Little Die to understand; she’s still holding the fairy tale book Yin Nan found for her, learning to read by herself.
Speaking of Yin Nan, here he cos.
When he heard there were two little beauties in the canteen, he wondered who they were, but was dumbfounded upon seeing them.
It’s normal for a Qilin to transform; the senior brothers and sisters can switch forms.
But nobody told Sister Chu was this pretty?
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