That Spicy Fruit made Ping Peng breathe fire for nearly a hundred years.
For those hundred years, Ping Peng screamed every single day.
Anyone hearing it would have thought someone was doing something terrible to him. It sounded utterly miserable.
At last, Ping Peng felt the burning spiciness in his mouth fade, and his body stopped spewing flames.
Then Ping Peng suddenly discovered that his cultivation had broken through to the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, rather than the late Golden Immortal realm he had expected.
This made him swallow instinctively.
Good heavens, was this fruit really that potent?
If he ate a few more, wouldn't he break straight through to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm?
Wait, hadn't that fellow cultivator given him four in total?
Thinking of this, Ping Peng hurriedly looked down.
Sure enough, two more Spicy Fruits lay quietly there.
Looking at the two blood-red Spicy Fruits, drool slowly dripped from the corners of Ping Peng's mouths.
"Drip."
Two enormous puddles of saliva splashed onto the ground, scattering in every direction with a dripping sound.
Hearing that sound, even Ping Peng felt intensely embarrassed.
Still, after hesitating for a moment, he carefully asked,
"Fellow cultivator, may I eat two more?"
Hong Yuan smiled and nodded. "You may!"
Hearing Hong Yuan's answer, Ping Peng gleefully swallowed the remaining two Spicy Fruits whole.
Before long, Ping Peng caught fire again and began spinning as he sprayed flames.
But this time, neither of his heads wore the pained expressions from before.
Instead, they spun while blasting pillars of fire.
From time to time, strange chuckles rang out.
The sight was inexplicably eerie.
At that moment, pain no longer mattered.
All he felt now was surging joy.
Hong Yuan watched for a while longer before smiling and leaving.
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