He naturally had no idea what kind of monster it was.
Putting that aside for now, just look at this big peach tree in front of us; it's obvious it's Peach Fruit Old Man.
Oh, right, he also remembered that the Little Turtle had said that the fruit that the Peach Fruit Old Man bore was called a peach.
Peaches can heal damage to Dao Source. If he could obtain some, he could not only resolve Wang Yao's Dao Source damage, but also perhaps cure the old Crazy Old Man's long-standing ailment.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan decided to continue acting and absolutely not reveal any flaws.
"Yes, yes, Master, I am your Little Peach! Don't you remember me at all?"
The Peach Fruit Old Man clings to Jiang Fan's leg like a lapdog, its branches, as thick as arms, showing no sign of letting go, even if you kill it.
However, compared to the towering tree, Jiang Fan's figure appeared so small, resulting in an inexplicably eerie scene.
Jiang Fan stood upright, one hand behind his back, and said calmly, "I already told you, I only recently awakened and have only recovered a few scattered memories."
"No wonder! I was wondering why Master was so weak, like an ant under his feet. It turns out Master has only just awakened." Peach Fruit Old Man suddenly realized.
Jiang Fan "..."
Suddenly, Jiang Fan inexplicably felt sympathy for the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice, whom he had never met.
Of the four demonic beasts bound by the contract, two are particularly ugly: one is incredibly repulsive in appearance, and the other speaks with utterly hurtful words.
It's said that people of similar kind come together, so by that logic, the remaining two are probably in no good position either.
"Let's put that aside for now. Wang—cough, that little girl from the Wang Family suffered damage to her Dao Source. Give me some peaches."
"What?! Master's prospective wife is injured? How did she get hurt? With her current strength, who could possibly harm her? Damn it! Which fool dares to hurt my master's prospective wife! Master, tell me, and I'll tear her to pieces!"
The Peach Fruit Old Man's momentum surged, its wildly dancing branches growing and spreading rapidly, as if trying to tear a hole in the sky.
Without warning, Jiang Fan was stunned into place by this overwhelming aura. His hair stood on end, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face. His heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, and his breathing became increasingly difficult. He felt as if he were being run over by a super-heavy truck, his bones and internal organs about to be crushed.
At that moment, Jiang Fan realized that what Peach Fruit Old Man had just said made perfect sense.
Compared to the terrifyingly powerful Peach Fruit Old Man, he was truly as weak as an ant.
Upon realizing that something was wrong with Jiang Fan, Peach Fruit Old Man quickly withdrew his oppressive aura.
"Huff--" Jiang Fan gasped for breath, feeling as if he had escaped death.
"I'm so sorry, Master! I almost crushed you to death!"
Peach Fruit Old Man wept bitterly again, his voice filled with genuine remorse.
Jiang Fan was breathing heavily, silently ranting to himself.
Finally, just when he was about to be drowned by the tears of the Peach Fruit Old Man, he quickly stopped him.
"It's not your fault, don't cry."
"No, Little Peach has made a huge mistake, Master, please punish me! Please punish me!"
As he spoke, Peach Fruit Old Man brought his left cheek close to Jiang Fan's face.
Jiang Fan suppressed the urge to twitch his lips. "It's really not your fault. If you have any peaches, give them to me first."
"No! Master, you hit me first, you must hit me."
Jiang Fan "..."
"I--"
He was interrupted by Peach Fruit Old Man before he could finish speaking.
"You hit me first, and then Little Peach will give you the peaches."
Well--
So, we have no choice but to fight?
Looking at the tree bark, which resembled scales, and considering Peach Fruit Old Man's unfathomable strength, Jiang Fan felt that if he slapped him, his hand would surely burst open.
After a moment's pause, Jiang Fan's expression hardened, and he reprimanded in a cold tone:
"Now you won't even listen to me anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Peach Fruit Old Man's crying stopped abruptly.
It is clear that it dares not disobey Jiang Fan in the slightest.
Immediately, it reached its branch into the dense canopy, pulled out three shimmering pink peaches, and presented them to Jiang Fan.
Is this a peach?
Jiang Fan had a guess in his mind, and quickly reached out to take it.
The moment the peach landed in my hand, I instantly felt the life energy emanating from the fruit. It was so rich and refreshing that even the injuries I had sustained earlier began to heal.
As expected of the peaches that the Little Turtle raved about; just skin contact with them has an effect comparable to taking Body Restoration Pill.
If you take a bite, your injuries will probably heal instantly.
Of course, Jiang Fan wasn't one to waste such a precious item, and he was of sound mind, so he would never squander this rare treasure because of such a minor injury.
Is there anything else?
Such treasures are naturally always welcome in greater quantities.
Besides, he finally got this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; wouldn't it be a waste not to extort him properly after risking his life to impersonate the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice?
Peach Fruit Old Man looked troubled. "Master, to be honest, when you suddenly disappeared and severed our contract, the four of us scattered to the ends of the earth to search for you."
Little did I know that shortly after arriving in the Outer Wilderness Zone, I encountered several mortal enemies. Hearing of your possible demise, they mocked me for losing my backer and joined forces to attack me.
At this point in his statement, Peach Fruit Old Man's expression turned ferocious.
"Those bastards not only ganged up on me, but they also launched a sneak attack. Their methods were utterly despicable! They're just as filthy as that Little Turtle!"
Tsk tsk tsk--
Jiang Fan clicked his tongue inwardly. Sure enough, when this big peach tree got cheeky, it wouldn't let anyone get away with it.
Thinking about it this way, I felt inexplicably more at peace.
"Alas—" Peach Fruit Old Man sighed again, "I was badly injured that time. I'm not afraid to admit it, but if I hadn't stored up so many peaches over the years, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive to see you, Master."
After listening, Jiang Fan had a rough idea of what was going on.
"You mean, that's all the peaches you have?"
"I'm sorry, Master, but my injuries are almost healed. As soon as I'm better, I'll do my best to give you lots of peaches."
Is that really the case?
Jiang Fan frowned, "How long will it take for your injuries to heal?"
"At most a year?" Peach Fruit Old Man replied truthfully.
"After you recover, will you be able to bear peaches as you please?" Jiang Fan asked again.
To be honest, this time, brazenly impersonating that person was practically courting death.
He would rather die than come looking for Peach Fruit Old Man again unless absolutely necessary.
But the future is uncertain. What if it really comes to the point where he'd risk his life to get a single peach?
"Of course not," the Peach Fruit Old Man replied. "With my current strength, I can only produce five or six fruits a year if I'm lucky, and one at most if I'm unlucky."
"Hmm? Is this still random?"
"When a cat gives birth to kittens, isn't each litter quite random?"