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 that dilapidated little courtyard, filled with the aroma of meat,


Xin Xiaowei fearlessly reached to pull off a large, tender rib from the fragrant deer chops that she had taken off the fire.


Just as she was about to put it in her mouth,


She suddenly noticed two exquisitely beautiful little girls standing in front of her, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere.


On their pale foreheads, each had a pair of crystalline small horns, resembling those of a dragon species.


They were dressed in aqua-colored Chimaexia, where even a single corner of their garments could buy at least ten of the fattest old sows.


Below the embroidered skirts were two enchantingly sinuous snake tails, one black and one red.


The girl with the red tail was eagerly staring at the rib in her own hand, her mouth corners sparkling with droplets.


Chapter 372: Recruiting the Poverty God, Weird Evil Monk