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

Time rewound to a moment before a cup of tea could have been brewed.


At the very edge of this bustling dockside market stood a dilapidated little courtyard.


Although drafty inside and out, and with most of the furnishings missing limbs or hacked together in a way that carried the clear marks of hasty repairs, the shoddy craftsmanship was painful to behold.


But the courtyard was swept spotless, not a single weed could be found even within the smallest crevices between stones.


A delicate and pretty girl had already risen early, washed up, cleaned, and cooked.


Even though she wore an old cloth skirt patched in many places and a plain, unpainted thorn hairpin on her head, she kept herself neat and tidy.


She exuded a competence from every pore, along with an open-hearted acceptance of her life's poverty.


Of course, you could also say she was heartless and thoughtless.


"Little One, Little Two... Xiao Wu, good morning to you all!"


Chapter 369: Limb Regeneration? Calamitous Divine Skill!