"Reverend, when did you start growing immortal peaches?" the Plague God asked, looking at Shen Bing with a rather adorably blank expression.
"I met the Old Immortal of the South Pole a while ago and asked him for two peach pits. I figured I'd plant them for fun." Though somewhat impatient, Shen Bing still offered a brief explanation.
The Plague God was filled with envy. "You certainly have wonderful connections, Reverend. The Old Immortal of the South Pole is one of the foremost High Immortals in the Immortal Realm, and his Immortal Peach Tree is renowned throughout the realm. Countless gods long for even a taste of its fruit but never get the chance. To think you managed to obtain two peach pits from him, High Immortal. What a blessed opportunity!"
Shen Bing glared. I've already planted the pits in the soil. Can you cut the crap? He immediately said, "Enough rambling! Just tell me how to grow them."
The Plague God said, "It's simple. Just bury them in the soil. It's best to plant them somewhere rich in immortal qi, though. That will help the peach trees mature faster."
Shen Bing felt thoroughly deflated. Rich in immortal qi? Where the hell would Earth get immortal qi? Did industrial exhaust count?
"What if there's no immortal qi?" Shen Bing asked apprehensively.
The Plague God was utterly dumbfounded. No immortal qi? Are you fucking kidding me? Is there anywhere in the Immortal Realm without immortal qi?
Still, the Plague God didn't dare offend Shen Bing, so he could only explain, "Reverend! Every immortal root contains vast amounts of immortal qi. That is its very foundation. If it really is planted somewhere completely devoid of immortal qi, the qi within it will nourish the plant itself, allowing it to grow rapidly. At