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

On the fifteenth of June, a bright moon hung high in the sky.


The sky was cloudless for thousands of miles, and the pale moonlight poured down like mercury, draping Yunjing City in a cloak of silver.


Unfortunately, even the brightest moonlight could not penetrate the increasingly thick tribulation energy accumulating above Wang Yuan's head, resembling a dark cloud.


In the northwest corner of Yunjing City, atop a tall corner tower resembling a small mountain.


A white jade altar, thirty-six silver mirrors inscribed with talisman spells, interwoven red threads, and ancient copper bells... together formed a miniature ritual array.


Huang Wu knelt on one leg atop the white jade altar.


She wore a golden phoenix hairpin with nine tassels hanging from it, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, her features as exquisite as a painting.


Bright moonlight interwove above her head into a slightly hazy veil embroidered with a silver phoenix.


Chapter 377: Shearing the Wool of the No-Life Dao