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

In the bamboo forest, the verdant bamboo resembled dripping emerald, covered with droplets like clear bamboo tears about to fall.


The wind rustled, sounding as if it were weeping.


This was a top grade "Earth Essence Treasure," used to refine musical instrument-type "Magic Artifacts" and "Magic Treasures."


Wang Yuan, visiting for the first time, cautiously stepped into the bamboo forest.


when he saw a beautiful girl dressed in a goose yellow gauze skirt, wearing a wreath of bilberry and Du Heng, sitting on a large bluestone, lifting her skirt to wash her feet in the clear stream.


Her brows were knitted in a semblance of worry hidden in the mist, her eyes seemingly joyful yet not, brimming with tears, as she breathed softly.


She was the spitting image of the mythic, sorrowful and romantic Lady Xiang.


Even though Wang Yuan had long suspected that this Lady Xiang was just a front, he had not yet confirmed her true identity.


Chapter 501: Eastern Ghost Emperor, True Body of Xiangfei_3