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

At the same time, in a brightly lit side hall within the Imperial City.


A young man, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and handsome in appearance, yet with a hint of malevolence on his face, suddenly threw a book forcefully onto the table.


Looking down at a group of Hanlin historians working overtime according to tradition to compile the history and posthumous titles for the Late Emperor, he didn't look very pleased.


"The earlier part was fine, but at the end, what do you mean by 'rebellious officials and treacherous courtiers colluding with the Sect to disrupt the Court, leading to the Supreme Emperor falling ill from which he never recovered'?


My dear officials, by my words, shouldn't this Jianming history book be rewritten to say that my father fell suddenly ill, could not govern, and I took over in an emergency?"


Whether it is an Emperor or a major minister, the Court always has designated officials responsible for assessing their lives and achievements for posterity.


Chapter 389 Three Yang Small Realm, One Day Prison Heaven