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

The last few days of the sixteenth year of Jianming vanished in the blink of an eye, bringing them to the thirtieth day of the month, when the year ran out.


No sooner had night fallen than the festive atmosphere of the Mid-Year Festival of the Six Langqiong Tribes had reached its climax.


After ridding themselves of the "Old Evils" that were dragging them down, the remaining youths from each village gathered together.


They lit bonfires, cooked delicious food, drank fine wine, and dressed in freshly tailored clothes as they danced and sang around the fire.


"Mulusa Casswei, Yimizi Kaziwei, Nasixi Western Mixture, Sweet Words Colored Speech..."


The ballads sung in various native tongues, just like their bloodline passed down generation to generation, had become among the Ailao Barbarians the oldest of traditions in a community that was otherwise very "young."


The relationships between neighbors were simple and genuine, brimming with joyful harmony.


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