Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"No, it's not from a seed I cultivated. It's a fruit I've never seen or smelled before! My God, a powerful Cultivator has arrived, and he brought his fruit with him. Quick, let's go welcome this great master!"

Shooting up from the stone bench in the pavilion, Song Shuiping walked toward the source of the fragrance. He was convinced a master Cultivator had arrived uninvited. The fruit cultivated by such a master might just help him regain his manly vigor, allowing him to once again enjoy a blissful time with Madam Song. He was practically vibrating with impatience. Madam Song, whose name was Peony, immediately followed him, and they eventually came face-to-face with the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

"Where is that master? Did he leave?" Seeing only the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, Song Shuiping frantically looked around and muttered, "No, impossible. The fruit's fragrance is too dense and focused. It hasn't dissipated, which means he's still nearby."

"What are you looking for?" The Ancestor of Blood Refinement found it strange. Just moments ago, Song Shuiping was out of breath after walking a few steps, but now his eyes scanned the surroundings like a wolf's.

"What am I doing? I'm looking for an esteemed senior, of course. Have you seen anyone like that?" Song Shuiping asked, turning to Wu Tian.

Wu Tian shook his head. Who else could possibly be here besides me?

"You must have seen him! That's it, that's it… maybe he looks unassuming, not like a great master. Did you see anyone like that?" Song Shuiping pressed on, refusing to give up as he stared anxiously at the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement was silent, merely shaking his head again. By now, Madam Song had caught up. Although she was also a Cultivator, she wasn't as sensitive to the fragrance of fruit as her husband was. Besides, Madam Song cultivated flowers, whereas Song Shuiping specialized in fruit.

"My lord… could it be… that your… kidney deficiency is making you hallucinate?" Madam Song whispered to her husband, having guessed what might be happening. She was afraid the Ancestor of Blood Refinement would overhear and laugh at them.

"You… How could you say that? Even if I have kidney deficiency, even if I'm impotent, I'm… I'm not so far gone that I'd start hallucinating! I'm not mistaken! There is a miraculous fruit nearby. The person who has it must be a senior Cultivator… no, perhaps he's even quite young."

Song Shuiping's expression was firm. He was also angry. How could my own wife doubt me? How could she think my kidney deficiency is *that* severe? No! It isn't! My condition isn't serious!

"What are you two whispering about?" Wu Tian asked, frowning slightly as he watched Song Shuiping and Madam Song.

"Ancestor of Blood Refinement, it's like this… I just smelled a wonderful fragrance," Song Shuiping began to explain. "This fragrance is… ah, never mind. It's too troublesome to explain. There are many technical terms you wouldn't understand. Just tell me, have you or have you not seen anyone else come here besides us?"

So, Song Shuiping is looking for someone else? Wu Tian's Spiritual Sense instantly blanketed the entire area. He was aware of every rustle of grass and breath of wind not just in the Cultivators' Guild, but in the entire royal capital. Finally, he said, "There is no one else."

"Impossible, impossible! There has to be someone, and they're nearby." Song Shuiping's nose started twitching like a dog's as he sniffed the air. The fragrance was strongest right here, so concentrated that it overwhelmed his senses, making it impossible to discern a direction.

The reason I didn't guess it was the Ancestor of Blood Refinement is simple. A moment ago, he had no fruit on him. How could a fruit suddenly appear? Impossible! That's why I haven't suspected him at all.

"There's definitely someone here, definitely," Song Shuiping muttered, searching through the nearby bushes and behind trees. He found nothing. "No, no, no, there has to be!" Unable to find the senior Cultivator or see the miraculous fruit, Song Shuiping seemed to go mad for a moment.

"The one you're looking for… perhaps it's me," said Wu Tian, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, as a thought suddenly struck him.

Song Shuiping turned back, stunned. After a moment of bewilderment, he said gratefully, "Thank you for trying to comfort me… but I really must find that esteemed senior."

"I'm not lying to you." The Ancestor of Blood Refinement was now certain they were looking for him. He opened his hand, revealing a Ginsengfruit resting in his palm. "The fragrance you smelled… it came from this fruit, didn't it?"

The Ginsengfruit was translucent and sparkling, immeasurably more exquisite than any Human-shaped Fruit. In all his years as a fruit Cultivator, Song Shuiping had never seen nor smelled anything with such a rich fragrance and potent Spiritual Energy.

"Th-that's… that's it," Song Shuiping stammered, walking forward as if in a trance. He stared blankly at the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, so shocked he felt he might die.

Are you kidding me? A fruit like this is in the hands of the Ancestor of Blood Refinement? How can this be?

He thought about his own life. He had been fascinated by fruits since he was seven. At ten, he vowed to become a fruit Cultivator. He had spent his entire life traveling far and wide, searching for fruits, working himself to the point of impotence. And for what? He had never found a single fruit as magnificent as the one in the Ancestor of Blood Refinement's hand.

Song Shuiping was on the verge of tears. Oh, life, you are so cruel to me! Heavens! Why was I never the one to encounter such a fruit? Right now, he was so envious he could spit blood.

"I've truly never seen a fruit like this before," Madam Song said, looking dumbfounded at the Ginsengfruit in the Ancestor of Blood Refinement's palm. It looks just like a little doll, so adorable. A woman would find it too precious to eat. You can't help but fall in love with it at first sight. This fruit is simply marvelous.

"You… you've really never studied the arts of a Cultivator?" Song Shuiping suddenly asked, staring intently at the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

"That's right. I had never studied them before," the Ancestor replied. "I only learned about it today from the book you gave me."

"Never studied? Then… then how do you have a Ginsengfruit?" Song Shuiping simply couldn't believe it. You've never studied any of this? Then how could you possess such a magical fruit? An ordinary person would just dismiss it as oddly shaped!

"You could call it a coincidence. I happened upon a Taoist temple, and behind it, I chanced upon this fruit," the Ancestor of Blood Refinement said, telling the honest truth.

"Wh-wh-why… *sob*…" Song Shuiping suddenly broke down, bursting into tears like a child.

You found a fruit like this through a simple coincidence, a stroke of luck. But what about me? I've been wandering everywhere since I was ten years old, searching for good fruits and good seeds. I've exhausted myself to the point of impotence, unable to satisfy my own wife, even suffering from frequent urination! And still, I never found a fruit this magnificent! How could you find one without doing anything at all? Could life be any more demoralizing?

"There, there, it's all right. Please, don't cry." Seeing her husband in such a state, Madam Song could only sigh and walk over to comfort him.

If word of this ever got out, every Cultivator in the world would likely die of pure shame. All their arduous journeys, trekking over mountains and crossing rivers, couldn't compare to one person's single, chance encounter.

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