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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 209 Peach God Tao Self-Service Fresh Market

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Boom!

Just past noon, a succession of ships began to dock at the wharf of Penglai Immortal Island.

Before the crew could even lower the gangway, an aged voice rang out from atop one of the ships, loud as a cracked gong:

"Quick, lift me up! Lift me up!

I, He Qijin, have clung to life without dying, waited year after year, surpassed my hundredth birthday, and today, at last, I have finally set foot on this Penglai Immortal Mountain.

Lord Shan, have mercy! Hahaha..."

An old man with white hair and a frail body, who could not walk by himself, lay on a stretcher being carefully carried off the ship by several powerful warriors from the Peach God Tao.

Seeing his excitement bordering on delirium, one might have thought the old man had just been named a scholar.

Many other elderly men disembarked along with him, some looking over ninety, others in their eighties, and some in their sixties and seventies—with not a single one younger than sixty.