Beihai Whaling

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched;
Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat;
Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot;
In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!”
In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality!
Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension...
They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree!
Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world.
Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream:
Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars.
With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening.
"But you all smell so incredibly fragrant!
No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!”
The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

Killing Dao Fruit

In the silent black night, the staggering footsteps filled with intense malice grew closer and closer.


But before that, a stench so potent, as if it could scorch one's nostrils, had already made its way into Wang Yuan's bedroom.


His eyes snapped open, and a fleeting green light flashed within his pupils.


Keenly sensing danger drawing near, Wang Yuan's back and buttocks muscles twitched slightly, propelling him up from the bed in a single bound to stand beside the door.


Under the thick cover of night, a somewhat obese figure was approaching closer and closer toward him.


By the moon's faint light, the newcomer's face was purplish-green, already beginning to decay and rot, with a distended belly as swollen as a drum—exhibiting the "Bloat" of the nine post-mortem changes.


Looking at his clothing, it was shockingly the burial attire meant for the deceased.


Chapter 48 Animated Corpse