Eating Too Much Pork Affects Cultivation

Beneath the afterglow of the setting sun...

A three-wheeled motorcycle rattled along the roadside...

Great God Nuwa sat elegantly beside the driver, gazing at the people coming and going among the fields. The summer harvest was in full swing, filling the countryside with the warmth of everyday life. Some farmers passed the three-way intersection, their faces beaming as they finished work and headed home to cook.

"Great God Nuwa... What are you so engrossed in watching?" Chen Xuan couldn't help but interject.

"Time has no meaning in the Primordial World, and the years stretch endlessly. Only my elder brother and I lived peaceful lives, free of joy and sorrow, devoting ourselves entirely to pursuing the Great Dao. Seeing the signs of a bountiful harvest in later generations, I suddenly felt a little sentimental."

Great God Nuwa murmured her reply. Touched by the happiness of worldly life, she seemed to feel that the life of an immortal was not as fulfilling as a mortal's single day.

"Heh heh... Great God Nuwa, you're starting to enjoy yourself so much that you've forgotten to go home. Are you not planning to return to the Primordial World?" Chen Xuan teased with a laugh. The best decision he had ever made in this life was tricking Great God Nuwa into coming to the modern era.

"Go spout nonsense somewhere else... I have to return. This world rejects me too strongly, and I can't even display one ten-thousandth of my strength. The Primordial World is the true stage. I'm merely feeling sentimental for a moment." Great God Nuwa snorted. This fellow really had no sense at all.

"Great God Nuwa... Could you teach me how to cultivate? The later generations aren't completely without merit. There's still a little thin spiritual energy here. I feel like I can still be saved." Chen Xuan was filled with anticipation.

"Not for now. You've eaten too much pork, so your spiritual roots are muddled, your constitution is terrible, and your mind is a little dull. Let me return to the Primordial World first. After I cleanse and temper your marrow, you'll be able to sense the unity of heaven and humanity." Great God Nuwa flatly refused.

Chen Xuan was speechless. He had no idea when the passage beneath the bed would open again. Once he made another trip to the Primordial World, where heaven and earth exerted no suppression whatsoever, he would definitely have Great God Nuwa reshape an innate Dao body for him.

The three-wheeled motorcycle soon returned to the village. The old village chief came over with a broad smile and said, "Little Xuanzi... How did it go? Did you sell an entire vehicle's worth of watermelons?"

"Not bad... There are more rich people in the city. They wanted everything as soon as they arrived, so I made a tiny bit of money." Chen Xuan chuckled, naturally feeling a little smug.

"Hahaha... As expected of our village's first college student—and the only one. Your mind really is flexible. How about becoming the village chief and leading everyone to prosperity?" the old village chief said with a beaming smile.

He couldn't help looking toward Great God Nuwa again. This woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with a bearing even major stars couldn't match. She seemed untouched by worldly concerns. Where on earth had Chen Xuan found such a girlfriend?

"Well..." Chen Xuan hesitated...

"You can agree to it." Nuwa nodded. With her assisting a mere mortal boy, she could easily make everything work, especially with these watermelons. They were bound to cause quite a sensation.

"I can agree, but I have to look into the village's situation first and see how many people are willing to sell. I'll handle the sales for them..." Chen Xuan agreed. Most of the people in the village were kind. Back when he had gone to college, some had given him eggs, while others had contributed a few dimes or several yuan toward his studies.

"Hahaha... I knew you could do it, boy. Just wait! I'll report this in town, then organize a village meeting." The old village chief shouted happily.

"Village Chief... Come over to my house tonight for a drink." Chen Xuan tried to keep him there as he drove the three-wheeled motorcycle forward. This was the village chief's prized possession, so naturally he had to return it. He had also conveniently filled the tank with gas.

"No need..." The old village chief waved him off and headed home with a hearty smile.

"So this is what people in later generations are like. They're truly simple and honest!" Great God Nuwa nodded, praising them with some surprise.

"You may not have heard this before, but there's a saying that poor mountains and bad rivers produce crafty people. There's also the saying that the city is full of schemes, so I'm going back to the countryside... Human kindness can change in an instant. In that single instant, forty thousand thoughts can turn over..."

Chen Xuan wasn't trying to smear anyone. Human nature was the most complicated thing of all. As humanity's ancestor and the goddess who had created humans, Great God Nuwa needed to understand this clearly. In the future, she shouldn't create such complicated humans.

"I see..." Great God Nuwa suddenly understood. She gazed at this completely new sky. It lacked the splendor of the Primordial World, but it was indeed more complicated.

After returning the three-wheeled motorcycle, Chen Xuan brought the graceful Great God Nuwa home. His parents were already busy in the kitchen. With an extra guest in the house, they would certainly cook personally. Perhaps she was their son's girlfriend...

His parents prepared white-cut chicken, using a laying hen they had raised for more than three years. In the south, a feast was incomplete without chicken; it was practically a custom...

"Mom, Dad... I made some money selling watermelons today. From now on, just leave the watermelon fields to me."

At the dinner table, Chen Xuan explained his achievement. He had originally expected a round of praise—his son was the best—but the scene that followed was completely different.

"Feng Xi... Here, have this big chicken leg..."

"Feng Xi... How long will you be staying here? We'll prepare a room for you. If you need anything, just call us. We'll make sure you have it."

His parents' warm concern left Great God Nuwa at a loss for how to respond. It was simply too awkward. Seeing Chen Xuan gnawing at his food with an unhappy expression, she flashed a radiant smile, nodded without hesitation, and began eating the chicken leg.

Chen Xuan was furious...

Their son wasn't their real child...

The next morning...

A rooster stood at the gate of the fenced yard and crowed several times. The old village chief had finished organizing the meeting early, and villagers from half the village began gathering. It was extremely lively.

Chen Xuan was still sleeping in when his mother came to wake him with a stick. If he refused to get up, she would yank his ears. It was all a childhood trauma.

"Little Xuanzi... The village chief said you can sell those unsalable watermelons. Is that true? How much will you pay per half-kilogram?"

"That's wonderful... As expected of the village's only college student. You came home and immediately got something going. Scholars really do have more ideas..."

"Little Xuanzi... Hurry up and tell everyone how you plan to buy them. I still need to pay my tuition..."

When a group of people saw Chen Xuan appear, they swarmed him. These days, everyone was short of money. Some children needed to attend school, some people needed to get married, and others needed medical treatment. They were all counting on the harvest from their fields.

Chen Xuan coughed lightly and said, "I sold them for two yuan per half-kilogram yesterday, so I'll buy them at one and a half yuan. What do you think?"

Chen Xuan didn't force the price down too much. If he wanted to make money, he could raise the purchase price at any time. It all depended on how he operated. With Great God Nuwa's help, everything would fall into place...

"Good, good, good..." The old village chief was extremely excited. Watermelons that had been everywhere had suddenly become hot commodities. He was so thrilled that he could hardly contain himself as he patted Chen Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Everyone trusts you. How are you planning to buy them..."

Chen Xuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll draft a contract first. I'll take responsibility for all the watermelons in the village. No matter how many kilograms we produce, I'll calculate them at two yuan per half-kilogram. You can come sign the contracts this afternoon."

"Good... We'll come back after lunch." The old village chief led a large group of people away in high spirits.

The village had at least twenty mu of watermelon fields. This was a major undertaking, so a contract was necessary to bind both sides. Being too softhearted could easily raise ungrateful people.

Beep beep...

Chen Xuan had just begun to get busy when his phone buzzed several times. A message had popped up on QQ. It was from Zhou Yanhong, who was on her way to Chen Family Village. She absolutely had to secure the large watermelon order.

Sure enough, she had come to him...

About half an hour later, a beautiful little car entered the village, startling some of the villagers. When they saw Zhou Yanhong getting out in front of Chen Xuan's house, dressed in a red gown with an elegant bearing and accompanied by a beautiful secretary, they were stunned.

"Hahaha... Boss Zhou... You're finally here..." Chen Xuan hurried outside to greet her.

Zhou Yanhong smiled faintly, displaying the bearing of the Zhou family's eldest daughter. She showed no contempt for the poor; instead, she was remarkably approachable. "Stop joking around. The watermelons from your family concern our business, so I had to come..."

"How many are you planning to buy this time?" Chen Xuan asked with a smile.

"As many as you have. How about two yuan per half-kilogram, the same as yesterday?" Zhou Yanhong said sincerely.

"Sure..." Chen Xuan didn't raise the price. Watermelons were a short-season product, and he would rather give most of the profits to the villagers. There would be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future.

"Good... Let's go inside and sign the contract now. We need a batch of watermelons immediately. It's an emergency—the hotel has been flooded with orders..." Zhou Yanhong was somewhat impatient. She had to bring back several truckloads of watermelons.

"Good..." Chen Xuan was more than happy to oblige.