Two strange fruits: one grants longevity, one grants strength.

After Nathaniel Clark consumes them, he is transported to another world, cultivating the path of immortality.

Within a thousand years, Nathaniel Clark: Thanks to the strange fruits, praise the strange fruits, big bro delivers.

A thousand years later, Nathaniel Clark: Thanks to myself, praise myself, striving is the most beautiful.

Lying low in another world, Nathaniel Clark has three main sayings:

First: Don’t be driven by profit. Though you may miss some opportunities, you’ll never suffer a loss.

Second: Even with immortality, life is still about living day to day. Since that’s the case, why not live well from the very start?

Third: If you can form a bond, do so; if not, negotiate. If negotiation fails and you must fight, try to pick a disadvantageous position—only then can you scatter your ashes cleanly.

Volume One

Chapter 1 Nathaniel Clark, do you want to eat grass?

Mount Sanqing, the most magnificent peak in Jiangnan.

From the southern peak, walk 120 steps west, past bamboo groves, hearing the sound of water like tinkling jade pendants, bringing joy to the heart.

Cutting through the bamboo to make a path, you come upon a small pool below, the water especially clear and cold.

The bottom is all stone; near the shore, the stone rises to form shoals, islets, crags, and rocks.

Green trees and lush vines drape and sway, interlacing in uneven layers.

Go further, and you see a mountain.

The mountain has a small opening, as if there is light within.

Entering the opening, it is at first extremely narrow, just enough for a person to pass.

After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opens up, and inside dwells a snake, nine zhang and seven chi long...

At once, he turned and ran.

On the way, he came upon a Daoist temple and stopped.

“Help! Open the door!”

Nathaniel Clark banged on the iron bell on the temple door.

He was just hiking to clear his mind, thinking Mount Sanqing was so big there was no need to stick to the developed tourist routes—who would have thought he’d run into a giant snake?

Along the way, he lost a shoe, his clothes were torn by thorns, and his phone was so frightened it dropped the moment he saw the giant snake in the cave.

Finally spotting a Daoist temple, he immediately knocked for help.

After a long while, he heard movement behind the door. The temple doors opened, and a young Daoist boy appeared.

“Who are you?”

The Daoist boy’s long hair was tied up with a Daoist hairpin, with a sky-blue headscarf, and his eyes were bright and spirited.

Nathaniel Clark stepped one foot into the temple, but the Daoist boy gently pushed him, and Nathaniel Clark felt a great force hit him, making him stagger back several steps.

“Little Daoist, there’s a huge snake behind me—let me in quickly and lock the door, call the police.”

Having been pushed down by a little Daoist boy, Nathaniel Clark didn’t think much of it, just assumed he was exhausted from running.

“There’s no giant snake.”

“There really is, it was right behind me chasing...”

Afraid the Daoist boy wouldn’t believe him, Nathaniel Clark pointed to his clothes torn by mountain thorns. He hadn’t felt it before, but now that he’d stopped, he immediately felt the burning pain from the scratches.

“No loud noise in front of the temple. You should leave at once.”

After saying this, the Daoist boy stepped back a few paces to close the door. Nathaniel Clark reached out to block it, getting a bit angry: “How can you cultivators be so cold-blooded, refusing to save someone in need?”

“There’s no giant snake. Stop making trouble.”

“How could there not be?”

Nathaniel Clark looked back, only to exclaim in surprise—the giant snake on the mountain path behind him had vanished.

“Could it be hiding?”

While Nathaniel Clark was muttering, the Daoist boy suddenly slammed the door shut.

Nathaniel Clark: ……

About a minute later, the Daoist boy returned, opened the door, and handed Nathaniel Clark a peach.

“Eat this peach and go back down the mountain the way you came.”

Already exhausted from running, Nathaniel Clark said “thank you,” took the peach, and started eating.

Peach juice filled his mouth, sweet and refreshing. Nathaniel Clark swore he’d never eaten such a delicious peach in his life.

“Thank you, little Daoist. Could I have another to quench my thirst?”

The Daoist boy gave Nathaniel Clark a deep look, then turned and walked back into the temple. This time, he didn’t close the door, but Nathaniel Clark didn’t take the opportunity to go in.

He figured the boy wouldn’t let him in because the temple masters weren’t around, and the boy had been told not to let strangers in.

After another minute, the Daoist boy brought out another peach. Nathaniel Clark thanked him again, eating more slowly this time.

After finishing the peach and seeing the tightly closed temple doors, Nathaniel Clark didn’t rest. For some reason, after eating the two peaches, he felt his strength had fully returned.

Although the Daoist boy told him to go back down the way he came, Nathaniel Clark didn’t plan to do so—what if the giant snake was waiting on the path?

He’d never seen such a huge snake in his life; maybe it had even become a spirit.

The temple was halfway up the mountain, so Nathaniel Clark chose to descend from the other side.

On the way down, Nathaniel Clark wore a helpless expression.

At thirty, he’d led his company to go public, achieved financial freedom, and spent his days watching stocks or dating internet celebrities.

The poor could only admire from afar, but he could actually join their circles.

But the more he played, the more bored Nathaniel Clark became.

Especially those graceful top streamers—their fans might not know, but he knew all too well: it was all smoke and mirrors.

He’d grown tired of such a decadent life. There’s more to life than just women—there’s also the countryside and the mountains.