One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Song Shuhang wiped the gemstone fruit with his hand and took a bite. As he bit into the skin of the fruit, a satisfying crunch sounded, and he easily sunk his teeth into the plump and juicy flesh of the fruit. When the fruit entered his mouth, he discovered that it tasted sweet and particularly refreshing. Its taste was wonderful.
What made him like the gemstone fruit even more was its fruit pip.
Under normal circumstances, an uncultivated gemstone fruit would be quite small, only about the size of a fingernail, and it would look like a miniature spirit stone. There were about ten fruit pips in each gemstone fruit, and if one wanted to turn them into the spirit-stone like seeds, a series of care and cultivation was required.
Song Shuhang looked at the pips, and felt that they were really cute—but that was mainly because they looked like spirit stones.