A maiden named Su from Chenzhou was washing clothes by the river one day. There was a large stone in the water, upon which Miss Su settled herself. A wisp of moss drifted down from upstream, charmingly green and slick, rippling with the current as it circled the stone three times. The young woman was deeply moved by the sight. After returning home, she unexpectedly found herself pregnant. Her belly grew larger and larger. When her mother questioned her about the reason, Miss Su told the truth. Her mother was utterly perplexed. Several months later, she gave birth to a son. The mother intended to abandon the child in the wilderness, but Su could not bear it. She secretly hid him in a wooden cabinet to nurse him, dedicating herself entirely to raising the child and vowing never to marry. However, an unmarried pregnancy was not a matter of honor for a young woman.

The son grew to seven years old without ever seeing an outsider. One day, he suddenly said to his mother, "I am growing up; how can I be kept confined at home indefinitely? I must leave, lest my presence bring shame upon your reputation." Miss Su asked, "Where will you go?" The son replied, "I am not of mortal lineage; on this journey, I shall ascend to the heavens on clouds." Miss Su then asked, "When will you return?" The son answered, "When you pass away, I will surely return to attend your final rites. After I depart, Mother, if you require anything, you may open the wooden cabinet and ask; your wishes shall be granted." With that, he bowed deeply several times on the ground, then walked out the door and was gone.

Miss Su followed him out of the room and stared into the distance. White clouds unfurled across the horizon, and her son was nowhere to be seen. She privately told her mother what had happened, and upon hearing it, the mother also found the tale strange. From then on, Miss Su remained steadfast in her resolve, relying on her mother for companionship. As their fortunes declined, they lacked clothes and food, with no rice to cook. Suddenly remembering her son’s words from before, she tentatively opened the wooden cabinet. Indeed, there were several bushels of rice. In the days that followed, whenever the household ran out of provisions, Miss Su would pray to the cabinet, and her requests were always fulfilled. Three years later, her mother fell ill and died. All the silver and implements needed for the funeral were provided entirely by the cabinet.

After her mother’s death, Miss Su lived alone for thirty years, never approaching a man. One day, a neighbor came to borrow fire. Seeing Miss Su sitting quietly in her chamber, they exchanged a few words and then took their leave. Suddenly, masses of colorful clouds descended from the sky, enveloping the house like a magnificent canopy. A woman, richly dressed in vibrant attire, stood amidst the clouds. Upon closer inspection, it was Miss Su herself. The colorful clouds circled for a long time before finally dissipating. The neighbor, filled with suspicion and astonishment, re-entered the chamber to check and found Miss Su seated there, elegantly adorned, her breath long since stilled.

When the local folk heard the news, they pitied Miss Su for her lonely passing and were discussing arranging a funeral procession for her when a youth entered from outside. He was strikingly handsome and imposing. He cupped his hands in greeting to everyone, thanking them, and said aloud, "I will personally handle my mother's affairs; there is no need for you all to trouble yourselves." The community had long known that Miss Su’s son had an extraordinary origin, and they readily believed the youth's words.

The youth paid for the burial with gold and, after bidding farewell, planted two peach trees at the graveside. He took only a few steps before clouds rose beneath his feet, and he was seen no more. Later, these two peach trees blossomed and bore fruit, the flavor of which was sweet and fragrant. The locals called them "Su Xian Tao" (Immortal Su Peaches). The peach trees flourished every year, never decaying. Officials who were later posted to Chenzhou would invariably pick a few pounds of "Su Xian Tao" upon returning home to present to their relatives and friends.