Before long, she recovered a small portion of her strength thanks to the Sun Spirit Pill's special effects. Though she still looked hesitant and distrustful, she obediently entered the stone hall and pushed open the faceless god statue.
I followed behind her and flew into the area of the underground river.
The environment below was quite different from Fucang Mountain. The branches here were completely submerged in the water. It was said that more than thirty fruits were produced one after another every year. These fruits were a long-term resource, and roughly the same number of Earth Immortal Fruits would be produced each year, but they could not be ripened ahead of time through external means.
There were exceptions, however.
"So you're saying that during the annual Harvest Competition, Sky City takes the portion of Earth Immortal Fruits gathered that year and rewards the victorious sects with them?" This was the most useful information I had heard today.
"You didn't know? Although the fruits of the immortal tree matured at a fairly steady rate, their ripening reached its peak in autumn. Normally, even in a place like ours, more than ten ripe fruits could be picked then. But now that winter has arrived, every mountain is naturally at its most barren. All the households are short on money, so those with a large stock of fruits inevitably become targets of covetous eyes." Ruan Yu'er explained.
"That's the first time I've heard of it." I accepted the Earth Immortal Fruit Ruan Yu'er had picked and prepared to dust off my rear and leave.
Ruan Yu'er grabbed me instead and asked, "Tell me, when you went to Fucang Mountain, how many fruits did that unreliable Fuyang give you?"
"Four." I smiled.
"What? That many? How did she manage to save up so