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Killing Dao Fruit

"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.

Beihai Whaling · Eastern
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321 Chs

Chapter 202: Searching for Him Through Thousands of People, Suddenly Turning Back

"Dead? Such a wealthy man with abundant family resources really couldn't withstand a strike!

He was nothing but a straw bag born into good fortune, pah!"

Looking at Wang Yuan, who had fallen to the ground dead from a sword striking a vital point.

Shen Jiantong opened his mouth and swallowed back down the three-inch flying sword that was sharp enough to chill the bones.

But suddenly, he clutched his chest and coughed violently several times, with silver-colored blood even spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Hastily chewing on a few silver ooins, he gradually suppressed the faint pain in his chest.

This sword cultivator from "Worry-Free Cave" practiced the very niche "Abdominal Sword" from among various flying sword methods, and his battle style was also very much "honeyed words with a sword in the belly."

A facade on the surface, and another scheme in the dark.