But Saint Bai Shuang did not take offense at Fang Chen's words. She said, "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, it isn't that I'm unwilling to teach you. It's that this simply can't be taught. There's nothing particularly special about the peaches of Yaochi Holy Land, nor about how we grow them. So why can't anyone else grow peaches like ours?"
She paused, looked up at the surrounding Peach Trees, then tapped the soil beneath her feet with her staff. "It's all because of the soil in our Peach Garden. To be precise, it's because of the Spirit Vein beneath it!"
"That Spirit Vein makes the peaches grown here delicious. They also strengthen the soul, prolong life, and fortify the body!"
"Even if you dug up one of our Peach Trees and planted it elsewhere, its fruit wouldn't taste the same as the peaches grown here!"
After hearing her explanation, Fang Chen, Saint Qingyuan, and the others nodded. At last, they understood why no one else could grow peaches like those of Yaochi Holy Land.
This was Yaochi Holy Land's advantage. Fang Chen had heard the story of sweet oranges turning into bitter ones when grown north of the river. In the end, it came down to the soil and the environment.
No other place had an environment identical to Yaochi Holy Land's Peach Garden, so no one else could grow the same peaches.
Saint Qingyuan had hoped to learn a thing or two here, but now that hope was gone.
Still, he was not disappointed. He had gained plenty from accompanying Fang Chen to Yaochi Holy Land, and he had seen the legendary Peach Garden with his own eyes.
The scenery in the Peach Garden was beautiful, and its environment was truly remarkable.
As Saint Qingyuan studied the garden's various designs,