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 15th day of the seventh lunar month, night had just begun, and throughout Red County Shenzhou, chilly winds struck everywhere, ghost shadows abounded, and the scent of incense wafted through the air.


Although it was the peak of summer, there was an inexplicable chill, forbidding children and pregnant women from going outdoors.


Only those magicians with profound cultivation could open their Dharma Eyes and see ghosts of various appearances, wandering the streets and alleys, enjoying the incense and collecting paper money.


Last Ghost Festival, we were trapped in the mud pits at the Owl God Tomb in Beimang Mountain, and this Ghost Festival... we're trapped in the mud pits of Yunjing City."


Leaning against the window, Wang Yuan withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.


The Ghost Gate opened at midnight on the 15th and would close again at midnight.


Chapter 382: He is Ordered to Behead in the Upper Realm