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

Among the familiar figures, isn't that Junior Brother Qian, who died in battle in Yunjing City on the same day as me last August?


Even now, in his slumber, his face was twisted in a ferocious grimace as he muttered in his sleep:


"I'll crush you all! I'll crush you all!


Tomorrow, at the Ghost Power Factory assembly line, the opportunity to work overtime for twelve Two Hours is mine!


I want to work overtime; I want blessings; if gods block, kill the gods; if Buddhas block, kill the Buddhas!"


Senior Brother Song certainly knew the rules of the "Automatic Cultivation Machine": whichever team managed to push the millstone to crush the ghost ahead would be rewarded with a whole day's work in the factory (Chapter 452).


Yet, even in his dreams, Junior Brother Qian harbored such lowly desires.


One could imagine to what extent his fulfilling career in labor had reformed him.


Chapter 527 Lust, Wealth Qi, Puppet Strings_3