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

When the empty-headed Wang Yuan opened his eyes again, slightly dazed,


he was immediately dazzled by a glimpse of the striking beauty in front of him, as radiant as blooming peach and plum trees in spring light.


Half of the quilt embroidered with dragon pattern phoenix seal had slipped off, revealing a breathtaking beauty that made one's breath catch as she quietly lay atop his chest.


Her face was as delicate as a lotus, her eyebrows like willow leaves, and her glossy, plump red lips puckered slightly.


Especially those enchanting and affectionate fox-like eyes, that could trap a man with just one glance, making it impossible to pull away.


At the moment, the beauty's hair coiffure had come undone, and her black hair, like a waterfall, was scattered over her porcelain white back and his own chest.


Only on her left earlobe hung a bright, glistening pearl earring, seemingly left on in a hurry before going to bed the night before.


Chapter 516: Yellow Millet Dream, Mocking the Vassals